"Brother, do you know what big ingredients to buy?" The colt asked with a worried expression.

In his eyes, Yang Jun is a young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and he doesn't understand things like cooking at all.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes, feeling that his prestige was being challenged.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Star anise, Sichuan pepper, tangerine peel, bay leaf, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, angelica, branches, water chestnuts, sand kernels......

"Brother, stop, stop, stop." Ma Juzi stopped what he was doing, looked up and wondered, "Why do I hear that it's all Chinese medicine."

"You know a fart, my brother said it's medicinal food." Yang Jiaguo saw that he had stopped again, so he said.

Yang Jun saw that the two goods were on the bar again, so he crossed Erlang's legs to watch the play.

Yang Anguo glared at Ma Juzi and said, "Talking is talking, the work in your hands can't stop, you say, I've said this a few times."

The foal rolled his eyelids, and his hands began to work again.

Yang Jun watched the contest between the brother-in-law and his brother-in-law and thought it was quite interesting.

"Komako, are you right what I just said?" Yang Jun asked.

"Yes, but if you don't have so many big ingredients, you can prepare the first six kinds you just said."

"I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning."

At this time, Ma Xiangxiu and the others also had a good meal, and they all came to watch the pig killing.

Since the wild boar had been dead for a day, the blood had long since coagulated, and the pig's hair was not easy to fade.

Ma Xiangxiu stewed all the pots and used them all to boil hot water.

At this time, Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi exchanged jobs.

Yang Anguo scooped boiling water with water and poured it on the pig's head, and the foal saw that the pig's skin was red, and he began to shave the pig's hair with a knife in both hands.

This neat craftsmanship saw everyone nod in unison.

"Don't stop the hot water, you can pour it wherever I go." The foal hunched over and commanded.

"Are you sure?" Yang Anguo raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of burning your hands and purring your skin?"

The colt straightened up angrily and said, "Are you lifting the bar? Am I what I mean?"

He snatched the water drift from Yang Anguo's hand and threw it to Ma Xiangxiu.

"Xiangxiu, you come."

Ma Xiangxiu pursed her lips and looked at the two of them speechlessly.

These two goods have been noisy in the village, and they are still bickering in Sijiu City.

Ma Xiangxiu and Ma Juzi are worthy of being brothers and sisters, the two work very tacitly, and the hot water splashed down the pigskin, without splashing on Ma Foal's hands at all.

Where the pig's hair is hard, it can't be scraped off, so it is roasted over fire.

In less than half an hour, the foal had shaved all his back, and only the belly was left.

The job of shaving pig hair seems simple, nothing more than watering and shaving, but it is actually a physical work, but also a technical work, not just brute force, you also have to shave according to the direction of pig hair growth.

Yang Jun was bored sitting here, so he brought the child in Zhou Miaomiao's arms over to play.

The child had just finished breastfeeding, and he was full of energy, and when everyone wanted it, when he got into Yang Jun's arms, he didn't cry or make trouble, grabbed his collar and played.

"Big girl, what's Nizi's name?" Yang Jun turned back to Zhou Miaomiao, who was busy, and asked.

"Zhou Zhiruo, nicknamed Ruoruo."

Zhou Miaomiao, who was helping Ma Xiangxiu carry water, replied casually.

"Zhou Zhiruo?" Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and then said with a dumb smile,

"Don't fall in love with Zhang Wuji."

"What?" Zhou Miaomiao put down the bucket in her hand, frowned, and said, "Who is Zhang Wuji?"

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.

Waving his hand, he said, "I suddenly thought of a song, and I just felt it."

"Yo, what a song, can you sing it to me?"

Yi Qiushui, who was sitting next to him, heard this, his eyes lit up, and he pulled his arm to make him sing.

"Yes, but don't spread this song outside

。」

You know, the songs that come out of his mouth will be mistaken for "beautiful sounds".

The reason why Yang Jun wants to sing is not because he loves singing, but because he wants to sing at the moment.

Traveling through and the afterlife are two different worlds, and sometimes the characters in it confuse him, and sometimes he really doesn't know which world to live in.

He wanted to use the familiar song in his mind to remind him of the era he was in.

Yang Jun threw away the unfinished cigarette and rubbed his toes vigorously.

Then he coughed dryly, slowly closed his eyes, and brewed emotions.

"Hand on cheek,

You who seem to be smiling but not smiling,

Looking at him in anticipation of Ai Ai,

When will we be able to go beyond right and wrong,

Because you want to fall in love with him......

……

Yang Jun sang this song full of love and hatred, and with his thoughts, this song was more and more full of emotions.

He quickly integrated into the scene of the song, thinking about the past in his mind, and a thin layer of mist gradually covered his eyes.

As the low tone ends, the song reaches its climax.

Yang Jun stood up, holding Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, and continued to sing with his eyes closed,

"Let him thrush for you all the rest of his life,

Understand pain first and then love,

Enjoy the pleasure between love and pain,

The troubles of the rivers and lakes have their own mediocrities to deal with......"

「……」

"Let him thrush for you all the rest of his life,

Let his heart be forgiving to you,

Don't mention the hurt you once gave him,

You want no other girls around him......

……

With the treble falling.

Yang Jun's eyes were full of tears.

The courtyard was very quiet, and everyone seemed to be immersed in this beautiful singing.

Everyone stopped busy, and the song echoed in their heads.

Let him thrush for you all his life,

You make it so that there are no other girls around him.

Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun affectionately with tears in his eyes.

Especially when she saw Yang Jun singing affectionately and burst into tears, her heart seemed to return to the time when the two of them met.

Hongmei Park,

Snow.

Afternoon encounters.

This song was sung by Yang Jun out of the soul, sang lingering compassion, and sang in a deep voice the delicate and daring to love and hate, warm and sincere emotional world of a beautiful girl moving for love.

Zhou Miaomiao is also a person immersed in this song, she has just lost her beloved, and the man in the song trekking through mountains and rivers, overcoming all difficulties, and moving forward bravely for her beloved woman, makes her yearn for it very much.

"Brother Yang, you sing so well, what's the name of this song."

Zhou Miaomiao stared at him expectantly.

Yang Jun raised his sleeve to wipe the tears in his eyes, and said hoarsely,

"Don't fall in love with Zhang Wuji."

"Huh?"

Subsequently, Yang Jun returned Zhou Zhiruo to her, turned around and fled.

"Don't fall in love with Zhang Wuji?" Zhou Miaomiao wondered, "This man's name is Zhang Wuji? Why can't such a good man fall in love with him?"

Zhou Miaomiao was puzzled.

Also confused are Ma Xiangxiu and Yang Anguo.

Yi Qiushui took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears, and followed Yang Jun back.

After returning home, Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun who put his head under the covers.

She gently undressed, lifted the covers, and snuggled up to him, arms around him tightly.

She didn't ask anything.

Because she knew that what Yang Jun needed at the moment was not comfort, but understanding.

Yi Qiushui thought back to everything that had happened since the two met.

From the initial meeting in the park, to the marriage, every one, every one

Yang Jun not only gave her an impression of erudition, but also some strange words popped out of her mouth from time to time, such as "Secondary 2", "Brain Dead", "I want to be quiet", "Involution" and so on.

She had never heard of these words, but they came out of his mouth without any sense of disobedience, and even felt that they fit the situation in which he spoke.

From time to time, he could be heard humming little songs, which I had never heard before, but they sounded very pleasant.

Especially the ancient poem he recited in the People's Hospital, she has not found the source so far.

Qingwa recalls the rain of the old days, and there is no one in the deep alley of the red umbrella.

Every sentence is inexhaustible lovesickness, and she is particularly fascinated by her who likes ancient poetry.

Yi Qiushui is deeply in love with the man in his arms.

Since the two met, this man sheltered her from the wind and rain and gave her a safe and warm home, which is a dream she has been longing for since she was a child, and now her wish has come true, and she is content in this life.

Early the next morning.

Yang Jun got up early, looked at the sleeping Yi Qiushui, and kissed her on the forehead with pity.

"Awake?" Yi Qiushui closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'll go for a run, and you can sleep a little longer."

Yang Jun pinched her fair cheeks and said softly.

Yang Jun came back from running, and by the way, took out the ingredients needed for stewed pork from the space.

Then I found something to wrap up and went to the yard next door.

Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi didn't sleep until the second half of the night, and the two had already dealt with the wild boar.

In the courtyard there is a long table with processed pork.

Pig head, pig sewer, pork, pig bones, pig heart, pig lungs, put them in different categories.

At this time, the foal had already gotten up, and was ping pong and chopping meat in the yard.

"Brother, the pigs can't be eaten when they go into the water, they're all rotten."

As soon as they met, the foal complained to him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jun frowned.

"Bang Bang".

The foal threw something over and made a metallic crash on the board.

Yang Jun saw that it was a bullet with a large lid of 38.

No wonder the foal said that the pigs were rotting in the water, and that the bullets had passed through the dung door, and that the powerful force of the spinning impact had all the entrails.

He looked again at the pot of pigs on the side, which was stirred up, but still edible.

"Pig water is a good thing, wash and brine."

The colt took the material from him, opened it and looked at it, and the material was complete, so he was relieved.

"I guess I can't wash it clean, I'm afraid that the whole pot of meat will be damaged."

When Yang Jun heard this, he pondered, "Then separate the marinade, don't really spoil the whole pot of meat as you said."

You must know that the pig's intestines are broken, it is not easy to clean, and if it is not good, the fishy smell will not be clean, and if it is placed in the pot, it may spoil other meat.

Yang Jun stood in front of the board and looked at the pork, picked a good piece, used a knife to cut off more than two catties of meat.

"I'll give it to my mom to taste."

"Brother, you have a lot of family, cut more."

Seeing this, the colt hurriedly ran over and cut off more than five catties of meat with a knife.

Yang Jun did not shirk, took the wild boar meat tied to the foal and went back.

On the way back, he looked around and saw that there was no one around, and put the wild boar into the space.