Li Xinheng grabbed his mother's arm: "There are people in the village who come to collect rice, but there is no such price." ”

Mother Li clutched the silver: "The girl is generous, I have to keep this silver for you to ask for a wife, and when our family holds a wedding wine, I will respect the girl for a few more glasses of wine." ”

Yan Funing smiled and said to the two teenagers: "Beimo Ali, you carry the rice, let's go back." ”

The two teenagers stepped forward, lifted the rice bags left and right, and left.

Mother Li hurriedly slapped her son on the back: "You are so big, are you embarrassed to ask two and a half children to carry it?" ”

Li Xinheng walked a few steps quickly, put the rice bag on his shoulder, and walked quickly.

The two teenagers glanced at each other and quickly followed.

Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that we are very useless." ”

Ali was even more dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that I have eaten all my food in vain these days." ”

The two jumped and wanted to snatch the rice bag down, but Li Xinheng was tall and big, so he couldn't grab it.

When he arrived at home, Yan Funing asked Li Xinheng to help pour the rice into the rice jar, and the rice bag was returned to him.

"Can you still return the rice bag?" Li Xinheng was embarrassed.

Yan Fu Ning said with a smile: "Such a big rice bag, your mother will take time to sew it, and the fabric must be bought with money, so naturally it must be returned." ”

Li Xinheng rolled up the cloth bag: "When the girl came to the village, I knew that there was such a good person as a girl in the world." ”

The women in the village are calculating, and they have to compete for a melon seed and a grain of rice.

The girl in front of her is very different from the woman in the village!

Yan Funing smiled again: "How can I be so good?" You take us to the county seat, and you don't charge for the car for such a long time, Brother Li is good. ”

Li Xinheng smiled shyly: "Speaking of going to the county seat, at the end of this decade, I will take the master and the girl over as usual." ”

"Okay."

——

In the evening, Fu Ciyi returned home.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, Fu Beimo greeted him and clamored to practice.

Fu Ciyi carried the food box into the stove, cleaned his hands, and asked the reason, only to know the reason.

Ali, who was burning the fire behind the stove, also offered to practice.

At this moment, Yan Funing was busy cooking, Fu Ciyi glanced at her back, and said to the two halves of the boy: "Run two laps, and take a stick of incense." ”

Ali: "Master, I'll light the fire." ”

Fu Ciyi said unprecedentedly: "I'll burn it." ”

Fu Beimo and Ali loach flashed beside Fu Ciyi and ran out of the stove.

Yan Funing took the spatula and looked up at Fu Ciyi, who was already standing at her side: "You really want to burn the fire?" ”

"Hmm."

He mainly wanted to ask, was she really not worried that he was hungry?

He took a few steps behind the stove, sat down on the small pestle with his robe, and paced the question in his heart for an afternoon, but he couldn't ask it after all.

Yan Funing glanced behind the stove, this person was long, sitting on a small pestle, inexplicably looking like a down-and-out nobleman.

"Burning firewood, don't look at it like this, you go back to the room and copy it."

"You don't think I can light a fire? I'm not you, I'm going to be covered in dust. ”

Having said that, I remembered wiping her face, and the smooth touch of her little face still seemed to be on my fingertips.

Hearing him talk about her first fire, Yan Funing was not annoyed: "Fu Ciyi, I think that tomorrow will start, let's have lunch early at home." Beimo and Ali eat fast, and after they finish eating, they will send you food, how about it? ”

At this moment, Fu Ciyi felt that the fire in the stove was getting stronger and stronger, and even the fire in his chest was burning.

Yan Funing stir-fried the cabbage gang in the pot, but didn't hear his response for a long time, so she simply put down the spatula and walked to the back of the stove to look at him.

The firelight jumped on his fair face, and there was no expression beyond that.

Yan Funing couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Then he spoke again: "In the past few days, I plan to take Beimo and Ali into the mountains to dig medicinal materials, and it will be troublesome to find rhizome medicinal materials." Although we don't go to the deep mountains and old forests, we walk a lot of mountain roads, and when we go home, we are hungry. ”

Fu Ciyi finally said: "I will go to the village school early in the morning, I will bring my own food, and I don't have to send it in the future." ”

"Huh? But in the morning, I brought with me leftovers from the previous night. She went back to the stove, stir-fried the dishes in the pot, and said softly, "The leftovers have been eaten for a long time, and they are not good." ”

When Fu Ciyi heard this, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes: "It's okay to eat later, pay attention to safety when you enter the mountain." ”

Yan Fu condensed his head: "Hmm." ”

Fu Ciyi threw a piece of firewood into the stove.

She will ask Beimo Ali to bring him food, but the time limit is not guaranteed.

Looking at the red and orange flames jumping together in the hearth, he didn't understand what he was hoping for. ——

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

In the west wing, the couple continued to write with a pen.

Fu Ciyi glanced at her quietly, and didn't know where to start, when she practiced calligraphy, she asked him less and less often.

Standing up, he walked to her side, and looking at the neat strokes on the rice paper, he looked for a flaw.

The fingertips lightly clicked: "Use some force when you pick up the pen, it should not be too light." ”

Hearing this, Yan Funing dipped the ink again and wrote again: "What about this? ”

Fu Ciyi shook his head lightly: "It could be better." ”

Just as he reached out to grab her hand and show her what he had written......

Yan Fu retracted her hand.

Fu Ciyi's hand stiffened.

Yan Funing hurriedly stuffed the pen into his palm, raised his hand and said, "You write, I can see it." ”

Isn't it just reserved?

Not touching him, not even the fingertips, is reserved.

Fu Ciyi had no choice but to put pen to paper on rice paper.

After writing a stroke, Yan Funing motioned for him to write a few more strokes: "You write a few more times, I will observe the strength." ”

Fu Ciyi finally reacted, she didn't touch his hand, all because he said last night that women should be reserved.

What you say, bear it yourself.

He picked up his pen again and wrote several times on rice paper.

Yan Funing spoke: "I will, you put your pen on the mountain." ”

Fu Ciyi finally couldn't help it: "Yan Funing, you have to be so angry?" ”

She smiled when she heard this: "Reserved, I will, thank you Master for teaching me what it means to be reserved!" ”

What is Shengfen?

Besides, they weren't very acquainted either.

Fu Ciyi's slender fingers put the pen on the pen mountain, and his voice was low and deep: "You're welcome!" ”

Then sit back in your place and continue writing.

Yan Funing also sat back on the round stool, picked up the pen again, and wrote a stroke, looking left and right but failed to write his essence.

With a snap, he put the pen back: "I won't write." ”

She doesn't boast of being an irritable person.

However, when he shook hands with her, there was a strong reason for her, and she believed it.

She shook hands with him and said a normal reason, but he wanted to preach.

Is it because he is a man that a man is not like a woman?

It's so unfair!

Fu Ciyi looked at her sideways: "Finished practicing five hundred times?" ”

She frowned: "I don't want to write, can I?" ”

The delicate voice on weekdays is unexpectedly cool at the moment.

He moved his mandible: "If you have any grievances, please speak up." ”

"Fu Ciyi, you said that I am not reserved, yes, I admit it. After all, for my future real husband, we slept in the same bed and held hands, and it was indeed my unreservedness. ”

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