Wen Ji was probably exposed to the sun, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, thirsty.

Then he calmly showed no interest, waved his hand and said, "You are the one who has made the most mistakes since you got married, and it's not like I haven't seen you take off your shirt." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Chuyue looked at her sideways: "What, you mean you have to take off your pants?" ”

When he said this, Wen Ji's cheeks suddenly exploded, and he pointed at Zhang Chuyue and scolded him: "Stinky rascal! ”

Zhang Chuyue put his hands around his chest, he was now neatly dressed, and his skin was rough and thick, and he was not afraid of Wen Ji's verbal attack at all, and was slightly pressed by the narrow eyelids under the sun, and said to her: "I want to be beautiful." ”

Wen Ji: ???

Does he mean that she wants to take off his pants because she wants to be beautiful?

She was so angry that she suddenly spun in place, "I want to go back to my parents' house!" ”

As soon as he said this, Zhang Chuyue threw the saw knife, and the clanging sound scared Wen Ji's shoulders, and he saw him take off his gloves and walk towards her.

Wen Ji's heart pounded, and she turned her head and ran out as he approached.

for fear that Zhang Chu would come to arrest her more and more.

But he didn't.

Wen Ji held the straw hat, he kept following her, she suddenly lost her rules, she didn't know whether to go up the mountain to feed the cattle or really go back to her parents' house, but the water that was spilled out of the words was spilled, and Zhang Chuyue coaxed her less likely than beating her.

"Hatsuyue!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the fork in the road, it was Zhang Chuyue's grandmother.

Wen Ji was stunned and nodded politely.

"Come in and drink sour plum soup, this big day, you take Ah Ji out, do you want to dry her?"

Wen Ji grew delicate, her cheeks looked full because of the childish baby fat, and her skin was white, and she felt like she was going to evaporate when she dried it in the sun.

At this time, grandma walked back without waiting for her to agree, Wen Ji didn't want to go in, and muttered: "It's okay, I have a lot of water." ”

Zhang Chuyue just went over to push the door, and his grandmother entered the house, and his hand was still pressed on the top of the door, and he didn't mean to go in, obviously opening the door for her.

Wen Ji was a little scared when she heard his breathing, and then her grandmother looked back at her: "What did you say?" ”

She didn't like to be at the door, so she went in and stuck to her grandmother and said, "My name is water, and I'm not afraid of drying in the sun." ”

Grandma immediately said happily: "At that time, you and Chu Yue were counted as eight characters, you belong to water, he belongs to wood, and he is together." ”

Wen Ji felt that it didn't fit at all.

Grandma pointed at Zhang Chuyue and asked him to go to the refrigerator to get the sour plum soup, and nagged: "This is the sour plum soup you just sent a message to your cousin to drink, let me pick you up at the intersection......"

"Grandma."

Just as Wen Ji was listening to her grandmother, Zhang Chuyue suddenly interrupted, and Wen Ji's heart moved, as if she understood something in an instant.

"What are you yelling about, it hasn't been long since it was boiled up, but you can't put it in the refrigerator to freeze it quickly."

Zhang Chuyue was said by his grandmother, and Wen Ji couldn't help but hook her lips and snicker.

At this time, a five or six-year-old boy ran in outside the house, climbing Zhang Chuyue's leg and calling uncle, Wen Ji watched him being in trouble, elegantly put down his straw hat, and poured himself a cup of sour plum soup.

"I'm going to drink it too!"

Wen Ji just poured the sour plum soup, the little boy saw it and clamored for her cup, Wen Ji's eyebrows wrinkled in disgust, but after all, he was a child, so he didn't care, just about to hand it to him, he heard Zhang Chuyue lift his neck and say: "I don't have a hand and won't fall?" ”

The little boy was a little chicken cub in front of Zhang Chuyue, which would be carried into the kitchen by him, Wen Ji was stunned, and listened to his grandmother's preaching: "It's rude, call someone, that's an aunt." ”

Wen Ji didn't need to be called so by him, he was so thirsty that he put the sour plum soup in his mouth, and heard Zhang Chuyue say: "How can you care if you are so naughty?" ”

For some reason, it always felt like he meant something.

Grandma began to nag again: "Your sister-in-law went to the City God Temple to ask for a talisman for him, and put it under the pillow, saying that he was restless, and he was easy to make trouble." ”

Zhang Chuyue's eyes really fell towards Wen Ji this time.

After drinking the sour plum soup, the two came out of grandma's house, Zhang Chuyue's long legs were wrapped in army-green trousers, looking tall and straight, but he slowed down and followed her.

"I'm going to feed the cows myself."

Wen Ji turned around, and Zhang Chuyue said, "I'm not going to the cowshed. ”

She opened her lips and said nothing, and the two parted at the fork in the road.

He deliberately asked his grandmother to stop her at the intersection, was he really afraid that she would go back to her parents' house?

And now that she is alone, she can escape back to her parents' house, and Zhang Chuyue can't catch her.

Dusk sets as the sun cools down, the air that has been hot for a day ceases to burn, and smoke rises from the rooftops of every house.

In the chimneys of thousands of homes, there is always one waiting for her.

Zhang Chuyue stood at the gate of the courtyard to do his carpentry, and he did this work after a busy day, and then Wen Ji came back.

There were bits and pieces of light in his eyes, like stars dotted in the twilight.

Wen Ji didn't expect Zhang Chuyue to stand outside the courtyard, this feeling is very subtle, and even some big things are not good, he won't be waiting for her?

But he was still saying angry things a second ago.

She would never forgive him so easily, so she said, "I'm too late to feed the cows, the bus is out of service, and I'll go back to my parents' house tomorrow." ”

Zhang Chuyue pushed the courtyard door, still pressing the door as just now, let her go in first, and said, "I'll send you back when my sofa is ready." ”

"No, you don't."

"Yes."

He is this kind of tone that will not be soft, Wen Ji thinks that he belongs to fire, no, he also belongs to wood, he is wood, hard wood!

At this moment, she stared at him with her lips pursed: "Do you fight well next year and I will leave next year?" ”

"The sofa is for you, if you don't come back, take the sofa with you."

The man's thin lips were pursed, his thick eyebrows locked, and after speaking, he turned to look at his sofa under the porch.

Wen Ji's heart was damn crazy.

She covered her chest and stiffened her legs back to the room, took a change of clean clothes and went into the bathroom, I couldn't figure out if Zhang Chuyue was idle and why she was on the sofa.

It's he who wants to fight.

It's up to her.

In the end, what she couldn't figure out was that after she took a shower, her heart was still beating like she couldn't breathe.

It must be that this solar water heater is too hot, and she is caused by lack of oxygen.

She turned on the light in her room to brighten up her surroundings and dispel some of the gloom that she shouldn't have, and just as she felt that her mood was beginning to clear, her eyes fell on a talisman on her pillow.

Zhang Chuyue's shortcomings are full of evil, but the behaviors that caused his shortcomings made Wen Ji can't help but explore.

When he came out, he smelled the aroma from the kitchen next door, and Wen Ji went in with his hands and feet.

"You came into my room without permission."

Her tone was not angry, but forcefully serious.

At this moment, Zhang Chuyue was half-squatting by the stove to make a fire, his belt was tied to his waist, and he raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Well, I was wrong." ”

Wen Ji was stunned for a moment, was he unexpectedly admitting his mistake?!

The calmed heartbeat beat crackled like firewood in the stove.

He would then stand up, pat the ashes off his hands, and say, "We agreed that whoever does something wrong will be punished." ”

He did it on purpose.

Wen Ji thought to herself.

His fingertips grabbed the corner of his T-shirt, and he didn't dare to look at him, but he saw his hands crossed and landed on the corner of his shirt in front of him.

Wen Ji heard the rustling of the clothes, so frightened that she quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it down, she was so frightened that she forgot to speak.

His attitude of admission is there, but there seems to be something wrong.

The kitchen was silent, only the sound of the fire cooking dry firewood, Zhang Chuyue seemed to save money, he didn't even turn on the light, and in the dark room, Wen Ji couldn't breathe anymore, and his hand loosened the corner of his clothes.

Just about to ask him about the peace charm, he saw his hand fall on the belt, and the metal buckle of "bar" was opened, and Wen Ji's soul flew away in an instant.

The belt was pulled out of the waistband of her pants, and the sound of friction buzzed in Wen Ji's ears, as if grinding her, she heard Zhang Chuyue's deep voice: "It's useless to apologize, I will do the rules I set." ”

Even if it's a verbal joke, he will do it when he says it.

And the two quarreled just now because of the "take off your pants" he said, and now he slapped himself in the face, did he make her angry.

Wen Ji turned his back in fright, "Zhang Chuyue, you wear it back!" Who wants to watch! ”

Zhang Chuyue didn't seem to have extinguished the fire when he heard her tone, his jaw tensed slightly, and said, "Then bring a whip, I don't like to leave the contradiction until tomorrow." ”

Wen Ji's face was about to burn red, and he said, "Go and see the fire on the stove, the kitchen will be burned by you!" ”

Zhang Chuyue said: "You have to be hot, when can you eat it warmly." ”

It makes sense again.

Wen Ji looked back hesitantly, his eyes quickly glanced at the waistband of his trousers, and quickly withdrew it, like a thief, he really wore it back.

"Y-Why are you giving me this if you have nothing to do?"

She spread out her palm, and on top lay a peace charm folded into a triangle.

Zhang Chuyue's eyes swept over, and he said in a calm tone: "Grandma said it." ”

"Grandma said, did you go to the City God Temple to ask for it?"

"Otherwise, let her go as an eighty-year-old lady?"

As soon as his words fell, Wen Ji bloomed in his heart for no reason, and asked him again: "Is the sofa also what grandma asked you to call me?" ”

Zhang Chuyue also added a fire to the stove, and did not raise his eyebrows: "Isn't it normal for my husband to make a sofa for his wife?" ”

The smile on Wen Ji's face stiffened slightly.

The little flower in my heart suddenly drooped her head.

Turned his head and walked out of the kitchen: "Then when I go back to my parents' house, you can marry someone else to make a sofa for her, anyway, it's all a wife." ”

The twenty-year-old girl, who was late for the rebellious period, made Zhang Chuyue meet.

But the child in the rebellious period is angry again, and will feed the cow before running away from home, and it is quiet to close the door, and finally call her out to eat, she still looks like she is "forced to eat", and she is silent, but will consciously wash the dishes.

Zhang Chuyue had a headache.

Wen Ji stuffed the peace charm under the pillow at night, not because Zhang Chuyue begged for it, but for the sake of the immortal's face.

The next morning, the two of them were busy as usual, Wen Ji got up early, and I made my own breakfast, for fear of owing Zhang Chuyue.

Pour the hot milk into a small pot and prepare to make an egg milk to eat, and say, "You cook your noodles, you don't have to make mine." ”

The tone was calm.

Zhang Chuyue glanced at her, and Wen Ji went out with her hot.

There is only one dining table, and the quarrelsome husband and wife have to be forced to eat at the same table, Wen Ji held the bowl and blew the hot air, and drank it in small sips, and when Zhang Chuyue sat down, she was a little anxious and wanted to finish drinking and leave.

"Goo~"

The milk spilled down her lips, Wen Ji put down the bowl, stuck out her tongue and teased her lips, raised the back of her hand and wiped her neck, frowned, and was about to go to draw a tissue, when suddenly, the back of Zhang Chuyue's index finger hooked the corner of her lips.

If he left, the string in Wen Ji's heart was instantly straightened, and then he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Chuyue, and he sent the milk droplets hanging on the back of his fingers into his mouth.

Say, "Don't waste it. ”

Her face was red, and he was calm.

"Is it normal for my husband to drink milk from his wife's mouth like this?"

She asked back about the reason he had given her the couch yesterday.

"It's not normal."

Wen Ji pressed the back of his hand on his numb lips, a little annoyed: "It's good that you know it's not normal, please be normal to me!" ”

She needed him to reflect on his transgression.

Then the man sitting opposite pressed down his long narrow eyelids, and his slightly dark eyes smoothed to her lips and asked, "Want to try?" ”