Chapter 3 Thinking is innocent

The autumn grass is miserable, and the white dew is frost.

In September, the sky is high and the clouds are faintly oozing a slight chill.

The moon curved like a delicate eyebrow still showed a faint outline, the east had already revealed a trace of fish belly white, Li Jinglan had woken up, gently removed the slender calf on his body, broke the little hand that was tightly grasping his hair, sat up, pressed his own quilt beside him under him, one leg curled up, the other had just been moved away by himself, but he hooked Li Jinglan's quilt skillfully with pink little feet, and the sleeping body was like an oolong hugging pillar The girl who held the curly quilt tightly in her arms was grinning, with a smile, and the corners of her mouth flowed crystal liquid。

Li Jinglan looked at the wet patch on his shoulder, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He stood up, put on his clothes, took off his short coat again, and gently covered the girl, and then tightened his belt and walked out of the room.

In the small courtyard, stretch out your body, let's find the old Taoist priest to teach the Jade Emperor Lou body method after walking the pile a hundred times, push open the arm thick branch of the wood door, trotted through Yanjia Lane, Ge'er East, until the town four or five miles west of the hill, casually found a locust tree, muffled up the chop.

It wasn't until the sun passed through the gaps in the leaves and hit his face that Li Jinglan, who was sweating profusely, stopped his hand, chose a dozen of them with similar shapes and shapes to tie them into two piles, thought about it and set up two small piles of dead branches, inserted the flat pole into the firewood, picked it up, and walked towards the town.

Passing by the small courtyard next door, he put two piles of small branches on the log chopping wood at the door of the next yard, and then continued to carry the burden back to his own courtyard.

Scooped a scoop of cold and clear well water from the vat, took a few sips, and luck spurted out, and the mist sprinkled on the sweaty head, and the face was extremely cool.

"It's shameless, spit and wash your face. The lattice opened a small slit to reveal a pair of sparkling eyes, and a child's voice as brittle as a silver bell sounded.

Li Jinglan smiled, did not answer, lowered his head to untie the log to chop firewood, picked up the firewood knife, pierced a horse step, exhaled and opened the sound, "Bah" a knife will split the log in half, a knife and a knife, after four knives, the log chopping firewood is divided into eight red candles of uniform thickness of wooden strips.

The girl was in the window, chattering and sneering for a while, and her little hand supporting the window lattice was sore, before she said hatefully: "Wood, I want to eat steamed buns for breakfast, I want two pieces of bean curd, remember, I want two pieces." ”

With a "pop", the wooden window was lowered, and there was a crackling sound in the room, and occasionally there was a "giggle" laughter. A slight smile appeared at the corner of Li Jinglan's mouth.

Half an hour later, when there were only three or five logs left in the two piles of logs beside Li Jinglan, there was a sharp cough from the West House, and the firewood knife in Li Jinglan's hand froze, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Go on!" A hoarse voice came from the Westinghouse.

There was another sound of "bang" and "click" in the yard.

On the brand-new poplar square table, six snow-white steamed buns are steaming in a large porcelain bowl, and in another small bowl, the red and boxy Li Ji tofu becomes square for a while, folds into a pagoda shape for a while, and stacks it up into a column for a while.

"Wood, are you okay?

"Woman, your flower hand, this town is already invincible, quickly collect your magical powers!"

The girl looked proud, "That's it, wood, you know, what this girl likes most is that you are very sincere." ”

......

"Yes, yes, I can get into the eyes of Pei Nuxia, son, what a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life. ”

"Hehe, not bad, yes, this sycophancy, comfortable!"

The two of them were talking naughty words one sentence at a time. The door of the house was pushed open with a "squeak", and a burly man with a sallow face walked out, it was Lu Gexing, who made a big fuss in Longhu Mountain, and finally had to hold Li Jinglan hostage to escape from death.

"Uncle, come and eat," the girl beckoned to Lu Gexing.

Lu Gexing paced to the square table, didn't speak, grabbed a steamed bun with his big hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uncle, did you wake up late last night?" Li said abruptly.

Lu Gexing looked at his big hand, with half a steamed bun in his mouth, he didn't swallow it, he didn't spit it out, and glared at Li Jinglan hatefully. "Giggle, giggle...... the girl let out another silver bell-like laugh and gave Li Jinglan a thumbs up.

"Five hundred more knives today!" Lu Gexing said hatefully.

"Oh, got it!" Li Jinglan lowered his head to eat, but quietly winked at the girl, the girl understood, and her slender little nose twitched, as if to say: Happy cooperation.

After breakfast, the girl scooped two scoops of water into the stone mortar, carefully wiped the tofu soup at the corner of her mouth, and returned to the square table, Li Jinglan smiled slightly, the two of them closed their eyes and concentrated, knocked their teeth thirty-six, tapped their temples eighteen, rubbed their hands, bathed their faces, knocked on the golden beam of the authentic Taoist immortal method, knocked on the heavenly drum, and the two opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

Li Jinglan got up and walked to draw a knife, the girl held a stack of bowls and chopsticks, put the water in the stone mortar clean, scooped up the water to wash the stone mortar, put the dishes and chopsticks in, the chubby little hands wiped it carefully, muttering something in her mouth, and Li Jinglan, who was vaguely close at hand, couldn't hear clearly.

Outside the yard, a little sparrow chirped, swooping one after another, and then landing on the branches, flapping its wings and chirping.

The beak is still tender and innocent.