At night, Ji Feng came over to smell the smell of meat all over the house, and as soon as he entered the house, he wanted to turn around and run, but was stopped by Wei Lan in time, and he sat down at the table after a good coaxing.

Maybe a little embarrassed and disobedient, but in the end, everyone opened their hearts and had a fragrant and oily meal.

After a shower on the 26th, a few days at the end of September, followed by several days, the sultry weather was relieved, and there was even a hint of coolness in the air.

On the morning of the National Day, Gu Chao dressed Xiaochen, picked up the sleepy-eyed little guy to the ground and put it down, stuffed the small toothbrush and enamel jar and pushed the little guy's head outward, urging him to wash.

He turned around again and helped Wei Lan to pull the sheets and fold the quilt together, "If you stay at home for a few more days, you will be able to go up the mountain to pick persimmons after a while." ”

The persimmons began to ripen slowly in mid-October, and there were several large wild persimmon trees in the mountains, which Wei Lan had picked up before.

"I'm not in a hurry, can you delay your work?"

Gu Chao didn't speak, and Wei Lan said again: "It's raining in the past two days, there should be mushrooms growing in the mountains, right?" ”

The climate in the south is suitable, and you can pick up mushrooms before the snow falls in winter.

"Hmm." Gu Chao bowed, "Wait for the rain to stop and take a look." ”

"Then you look for any plastic film at home, go back and tie a small raincoat and take Xiaochen with you. I can't go back a few times a year, and I don't have such an opportunity to get close to nature in the city. ”

"Hmm." Gu Chao replied in a low voice, Wei Lan straightened the small blanket and folded it, turned his head and asked him, "You Lan said that he didn't say when he would arrive?" You go pick it up. ”

"Isn't it today or tomorrow, it's raining outside, can't she go back by herself? It's not that he doesn't have long legs. ”

Gu Chao was lying on the bed, sweeping away the seriousness before, lazy at this time, and a little complaining.

“……？” Wei Lan was speechless for a while, and gently slapped him twice with a blanket, "You also know that it's raining, the road outside is full of mud, and the bus can't open the door, how can she get more luggage?" Hurry up and get up for every plastic surgery. ”

Gu Chao grabbed the corner of the blanket and took Wei Lan into his arms, "Isn't there Xie Jinghong?" What do you do with so much heart? ”

Outside the window, it was raining continuously, the bamboo shadows were shaking, and the rustling sound was called a concerto.

Gu Chao's chin was against Wei Lan's hair and rubbed gently, "Don't sleep for a while." ”

This kind of good life for wives and children to have a hot kang head, and he will not get tired of it for another life or two lifetimes.

Wei Lan struggled for a moment and gave up, letting Gu Chao trap her, and only after a moment did she gently push and coax again: "Okay...... Can't stay for a few days in total, why don't you hurry up and get everything done? ”

Gu Chao twisted without an image, then let go of Wei Lan and straightened up with a sigh, and worked hard to find a plastic film to tie Xiao Chen's raincoat.

When he left the house, Wei Lan sat uncomfortably by the window.

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were pressed together and gently rubbed his temples, and Wei Lan's brows furrowed.

I don't know if it's the sequelae left by the previous injury, this kind of heavy rainy weather, she always has a bad headache, like a needle prick for a while.

Wei Lan exhaled lightly, and forced herself to pack up her supplies, but a small hairy head crooked out of the direction of the door, "Auntie." ”

Sister Han looked at her with a little milk voice.

"What's wrong, Sister Han? Come here. Wei Lan smiled and beckoned to her.

Sister Han squirmed and walked in from outside the door, still holding a comb and a small bench in her hand.

This is begging her to comb her hair.

Wei Lan's smile softened, letting Sister Han sit on the small bench, she touched Sister Han'er's soft hair, and asked, "It's the same as yesterday, okay to comb two small pinchs?" ”

"Good!"

(End of chapter)