Yan Funing refused: "You don't have to take care of me like this." ”

Fu Ciyi pulled over the chair and sat on the edge of the bed: "Let's talk." ”

She shook her head: "I don't want to talk." ”

She picked up the bowl and took a sip: "Thank you for helping me buy brown sugar and help me cook ginger water." ”

Fu Ciyi clenched his fists and said nonsense: "You deliberately kept a distance from me, even Beimo saw it, and my mother couldn't see it." Now that we are husband and wife after all, getting along like this, the family will be suspicious. ”

Yan Funing recalled her behavior in the past few days, and she did keep a lot of distance from him.

"Then what do you think we should get along with in the future?"

She didn't want her mother-in-law to be sad with Beimo.

She can ignore many things, but she knows in her heart that in this family, Wan Niang gave her mother-like warmth, and Beimo really treated her well.

Fu Ciyi: "As before, you don't have to deliberately keep your distance from me. ”

She looked up at him, staring straight at him with watery eyes, but she didn't speak.

At this moment, Fu Ciyi really wanted to slap himself a few times.

It's not good to say anything that night, it's not to say that it's not reserved.

In fact, she touched his shoulder that night, afraid that if things continued to develop, she would not be able to restrain herself.

But I didn't expect that the stamina was so great.

He stood up and put his chair back next to the bookcase: "You will rest." ”

With that, he walked out of the house.

Fu Beimo and Ali are still in the field.

The weather is getting warmer, weeds are growing, and weeds need to be removed every now and then.

Fu Ciyi had no choice but to call Fu Nanyao to light the fire, he scooped up rice to cook rice, took a Chinese cabbage, and prepared to steam.

The cabbage is easy to cut and finished in a few knives.

Just when he was cutting bacon, thinking that Fang Cai's chat was fruitless, the kitchen knife was crooked, and he actually cut his hand.

He hurriedly put down the kitchen knife.

Kitchen knives and cutting boards make a rapid noise.

Fu Nanyao, who was burning the fire, heard that something was wrong with his voice, and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, it's a little broken."

Fu Nanyao got up to check, and as far as he could see, blood had wrapped the tips of his brother's index finger and was dripping to the ground.

She hurriedly dragged her lame leg to find Yan Funing: "Sister-in-law, my brother has cut his hand." ”

Beimo's previously cut arm was also dealt with by her sister-in-law, and her sister-in-law has experience in dealing with wounds. Furthermore, she wants to bring her brother and sister-in-law closer.

Before the footsteps arrived, an anxious voice came into the west wing first.

Yan Funing took a clean strip of cloth and went to the stove: "How can you cut your fingers, it's not serious?" ”

Fu Ciyi was washing his hands with cold water: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I accidentally cut it." ”

She walked up to him, grabbed his hand, wiped it dry with a clean cotton towel, and took a strip of cloth and wrapped it around his finger.

Fu Nan's legs were lame, and the speed of going back and forth could not match Yan Funing.

She saw her brother and sister-in-law in the stove, but she didn't go in.

The mother who happened to be sitting in the hall called her: "Nanyao, why did your brother cut it?" ”

So she went to her mother.

In the stove room, Fu Ciyi said: "A little injury, it doesn't have to be like this. ”

He just made a small cut on the side of his left index finger, and since he was a man, it didn't hurt to leave a little scar.

Yan Funing insisted on helping him wrap it: "It's a pity that such a beautiful hand has a scar." ”

She looked at the scar on the palm of her right hand, the scar was already faint, but it was still there.

She is a hand control, and her own hands are also beautiful, but the palm of her hand has a scar, which makes her uncomfortable.

This discomfort taught her that she couldn't look at others' good-looking hands and also had scars.

Fu Ciyi also saw her scar.

I couldn't help but grab her hand, and my fingertips gently stroked along the scar in her palm: "It will be removed." ”

The voice is warm and good.

The touch again and again made Yan Funing's palms itch, and she wanted to retract her hand uncomfortably.

Although they are not real couples, they are always nominal husband and wife, and hand-to-hand contact is inevitable in daily life.

Regardless of whether he is reserved or not, she will treat him as an ancient pedantic conceit, and she will do her best.

But he shouldn't have caressed her palm like that.

However, his injured hand clasped her wrist, so that she didn't dare to struggle, so she had to open her mouth to catch him: "I'll cut the rest of the bacon, you go and write, just call Nan Yao to burn the fire." ”

Fu Ciyi said softly: "But you have abdominal pain." ”

She bandaged him, and suddenly felt that the knife on her finger was too worthwhile.

"I drank brown sugar ginger water and it got better." She took down her chin and pointed to the bacon, "Cut it and steam it, and I'll go back to the room." ”

Fu Ciyi let go of her hand and went to call Fu Nanyao to burn the fire.

When Yan Funing went back to the room to rest, Fu Ciyi was already writing hard.

After the scene in the stove, the two were in the same room at this moment, still looking at each other without saying a word.

This state of affairs lasted until the next morning.

Fu Ciyi said to her and went to the village school.

In the afternoon, Li Xinheng came.

"Girl, I want to go into the mountains with you to dig medicinal herbs."

The voice is quite loud.

Fu Nanyao shouted to him: "Brother Li, my sister-in-law is unwell, and she will probably enter the mountain in a few days." ”

Yan Funing opened the door of the West Wing: "It will be a few days before I go." Brother Li, last time I saw your mother drying vegetables on bamboo plaques, who sells those bamboo plaques in the village? ”

Li Xinheng: "The girl wants?" ”

"Well, I want to buy some bamboo plaques to dry medicinal herbs."

Li Xinheng scratched his head: "I made up those bamboo plaques. ”

Fu Nanyao was shocked: "Brother Li has this skill? ”

Li Xinheng smiled embarrassedly: "I've learned it since I was a child, and it's inconvenient for the girl to go to the mountains these days, so I'll come to help make some bamboo plaques." ”

There was no bamboo at home, so Yan Funing called Fu Beimo and Ali: "You go to the bamboo forest to cut some bamboo." ”

The two teenagers responded.

Li Xinheng said: "I go with me, I know what kind of bamboo I want to use." ”

Yan Fu condensed his head: "Okay, trouble Brother Li." ”

"No trouble." Li Xinheng waved his hand and left with the two teenagers.

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In the evening, the mountains reflected the sunset, and Fu Ciyi returned from teaching.

While Yan Funing and Fu Nanyao were in the stove, he went back to the room to get the wooden box and went to the east wing.

"Mother, you help me give the pearl hairpin to Yan Funing."

He sat down on a stool and placed the box in his mother's hand.

Wan Niang fumbled to open the box, and touched the bead hairpin again: "You kid, why don't you send it yourself?" ”

Fu Ciyi said frankly: "I'm afraid to give it to her, she will give it to Nanyao." ”

He was actually afraid that she would not accept the pearl hairpin he sent.

It's quite difficult to send a mirror, not to mention that Zhuchai only bought one.

Besides, my sister has no shortage of jewelry to wear.

When Yan Funing was kicked out, she was only allowed to take away a few clothes, and there was no jewelry.

After a slight pause, he said again: "Mother, just say that you gave it to her, so she is willing to wear it." ”

Wan Niang couldn't help asking, "Is there something wrong between you?" ”

Fu Ciyi didn't hide it from her: "Her son said a few words to her, and she was annoyed. ”

Wan Niang raised her hand and touched Fu Ciyi's head, and pointed hard at his head: "You, you, what do you want me to say?" The other day I wondered how there was so little talk between you. ”

The eldest son didn't talk much, so she didn't think much about it.

Fu Ciyi didn't expect his mother to really notice it.

Wan Niang sighed: "Son, you can serve a snack, treat her well!" ”

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