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Song Xinci lived in the small courtyard with Xia Yao last night, maybe because he had never lived in the country before, he came into contact with some flowers and plants, and had little red spots on his body, and he just hugged his arms and scratched there.

They plan to return to Yangchuan tomorrow afternoon.

Xia Yao moved a small stool and sat in the yard chopping firewood. Due to her lack of strength, she first cut slits in a piece of wood before she dared to use an axe.

The stool is too short, and I don't know where to put the two long legs.A khaki thin coat with a petal of sweet-scented osmanthus stained on it.

The hair is tied up and split very carefully.

Song Xinci was wearing a high-necked denim sweater, and was holding a wooden back beater, beating on his back.

Grandparents are playing Go on the other side, and the old-fashioned radio next to it is still playing "Shajiabang"

Song Xinci took out his mobile phone, took a few photos, and asked, "Didn't you use electricity for cooking last night? What did you chop wood for?"

Xia Yao pointed to the green plants in the corner of the yard, and said with a smile: "Grandpa and grandma picked them, and I will give you a bath. Using electricity to boil water is too slow and too little."

"What's so funny about that?"

"What's so embarrassing about that."

Song Xinci glanced at the plant and asked, "What's that thing called?"

Xia Yao continued chopping firewood: "Moxa grass. Disinfect, eliminate pollution, and kill insects."

Song Xinci raised his eyebrows, got up, put the back beater on the chair, jumped behind Xia Yao, squeezed Xia Yao's shoulders twice, and said with a smile: "I'll chop, how can I make sister Yao work so hard?" .”

"Why can't you make me work so hard?"

Song Xinci bent down and locked Xia Yao's throat with his arms: "I can't bear it."

Xia Yao turned her ears red when she was shy, and boasted: "Your mouth is so sweet, there is a reward."

"Huh~"

Xia Yao took out a toffee from the coat pocket and handed it back: "Dirty hands, take it apart by yourself."

Song Xinci unwrapped the candy wrapper, fed the candy into Xia Yao's mouth, and took the ax from Xia Yao's hand: "I'll do it."

Xia Yao smiled: "Can you do it?"

Song Xinci leaned over Xia Yao's ear, blowing air, ambiguously: "Because of you, I can do anything."

Xia Yao lowered her head and smiled: "I thought most girls would prefer to be spoiled so much that they don't know anything."

"It depends on the situation." Song Xinci said leisurely: "If she loves more, she will be able to do everything."

Xia Yao sat on the same spot and refused to give up her seat: "What the new words say, I have a deep sympathy for me."

Song Xin responded for 1 minute. Our Yao sister is Wen Jing, even if she doesn't directly say that she feels deeply, she also thinks so. She loves more, so she knows everything.

"So——" Song Xinci nodded, "According to the above conditions, I can conclude that I can chop wood."

Xia Yao groaned and said with a smile, "How can you be sure that this condition is met?"

How can you be sure who loves whom more.

"Because the ax is in my hand." Song Xinci raised the ax, "You can't chop firewood even if you sit here, but I can move another stool."

No matter what word games you play, you have to make concessions in front of reality, haha.

"Okay, I'll wash the mugwort leaves." Xia Yao stood up, patted Song Xinci on the shoulder, "Wait a minute, I'll find you a pair of gloves."

"Don't call me so squeamish, okay?" Song Xinci also patted himself on the shoulder, smiling confidently, "You can hold up the sky at any time."

oh my god.

There was a loud noise in the sky, and Song Xinci was so frightened that his body trembled.

Xia Yao was also taken aback, but she reacted first and said with a smile, "I'd better find you a pair of gloves."

If you want to die, who will be hindered by playing cool.Song Xinci: "What's the situation?"

Xia Yao guessed: "It may be blasting. The mountains near the martyr's tomb will be flattened. This will be a reservoir in the future. You should pay attention and have a psychological preparation. Don't be scared."

After speaking, go to the house.

Song Xinci looked at the two old men over there, and saw that Grandpa was laying down a white chess piece, which was not affected at all.

There was a wave of calmness and composure that did not change face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

Because of the electricity I have been using for cooking for the past few years, the stove in the small house behind the yard is covered with cobwebs.

Xia Yao picked up a stick and was about to pound it.

Song Xinci was scared and excited at the same time.

"never seen it?"

"No."

"Then you stand back."

"No." Song Xinci took the stick in Xia Yao's hand and pushed Xia Yao back, "I'll come, what if I bite you."

"It usually doesn't bite people actively."

Xia Yao took a step back, touched the switch on the wall, pressed it back and forth a few times, but the light didn't turn on.

The afternoon sun shines in from outside the door, but it is not bright enough to be seen.

Xia Yao found a flashlight: "Let me do it."

"Sister Yao, what will happen if you rely on me for a while." Song Xinci snatched the flashlight from Xia Yao's hand, "Can't you just say something so scary."

I think you are more afraid, Xia Yao touched her nose: "Oh, what a scary spider."

Haven't even seen the spider yet.

"It's okay, I'm here." Song Xinci put a wooden stick into the stove, pounded it vigorously a few times, and whipped out a pile of cobwebs, and the flashlight hit it.

A few big spiders crawled out nimbly, with long legs and fluffy backs, they were very fast and fled away in one go.

Song Xinci was frightened: "I'll go." and pulled Xia Yao out.

Xia Yao is not afraid of being fake, but she has always been relatively calm, and she is very calm when she is afraid.

Song Xinci was also afraid, with a little excitement in his fear.

The two old men hadn't finished a game yet, so they let the children toss.

An iron pan hadn't been used for some time, and it was rusty, and Xia Yao cleaned it for nearly an hour.

The two moved the firewood to this deserted kitchen.

"Will you feel bored?" Xia Yao asked.The things they do seem pretty boring.

Song Xinci loves poverty: "When I'm with you, I won't be bored."

"By the way, grandparents don't use stoves anymore, so why are there still firewood?"

Xia Yao thought about what happened when she was a child, and replied: "Sometimes they would gather around a fire outside the yard at night, chatting and so on."

"So emotional."

Xia Yao agrees: "For two people who love each other, romance is a lifetime thing."

Dumplings for dinner.

After eating, my grandparents went for a walk.

Xia Yao picked up the wormwood from the pot and went back and forth several times before filling three-fifths of the wooden tub in the bathroom.Add cold water, the temperature is just right.

Xia Yao put a towel around Song Xinci's neck, lifted the barrel with one hand, and pointed to the clothes on the stool with the other, tilted her head, and smiled softly: "Miss, please."

Song Xinci glanced at the color of the water, a bit unacceptable: "What about you?"

"There is a separate bathroom in the room of my grandparents, and I take a shower."

Song Xinci pointed to the yellowish-yellow-greenish-green water with some green leaves floating in the barrel: "Why don't you wash this?"

Xia Yao: "Because I don't itch. It's okay, I also soaked it when I was young."

Song Xinci: "Okay..." I'm completely looking at your face.

Xia Yao took the door and went out.

Song Xinci stood in front of the barrel for a few minutes before slowly taking off his clothes, closing his eyes, and stepping in with a sacrificed expression.

After soaking for a while, I found that it was very comfortable, and my body didn't itch anymore.Rolling his eyes, he shouted out: "Sister Yao, sister Yao..."

After 3 minutes, Xia Yao stood by the door and asked through the door, "What's wrong?"

"The water is a little cold."

"Do you still want to soak?"

"Think~"

"Then add some water?"

"Just wait for your words."

Xia Yao: "..." How do you feel...

After fetching a bucket of hot water, Xia Yao opened the door and closed it again. Five seconds later, she turned around and looked at Song Xinci.

Song Damei's head was wrapped in a towel, her face was covered with drops of water, her slender neck leaned against the wooden barrel, her exquisite and thin collarbone was exquisite and sexy, her round shoulders drooped obediently, and she looked over with a smile on her face.

In short, if the goblin intends to seduce you, not to mention turning a blind eye, but to leave a sentence like Elder Tang, "If there is an afterlife...", it is considered the best in the world, and its realm is profound.

"That..." Xia Yao carried the water.

Song Xinci blinked playfully and followed suit: "That..."

"I put it here?"

Song Xinci's voice was soft: "I don't want to move."

"That……"

Song Xinci couldn't stand it: "Sister Yao, don't your hands feel sore from carrying it all the time?" He hooked his fingers, "Come here."

Seeing that Xia Yao didn't move.

Song Xinci's eyes were softer than water, bright, encouraging, gentle and affectionate: "Come here."

come to me.

Xia Yao's face was flushed, and she carried the water over. When there was one meter left, she closed her eyes, changed to one hand, and groped with one hand.

Song Xinci raised one hand from the water, grabbed Xia Yao's hand in the air, the soft palm was still wet.

Sister Yao, if you say that you have no ghosts in your heart, I don't believe it.Song Xinci thought about it, and there was a beautiful smile on his face.

Xia Yao came over, picked up the wooden barrel, bent over, afraid of splashing on Song Xinci's face, and poured it slowly.Eyes closed all the time.

Song Xinci was biting his lip, watching Xia Yao's long eyelashes drooping slightly, her brows obedient, she seemed a little nervous, and her mouth was pursed.

"Sister Yao, do you think I look like a hooligan?"

"what……?"

Song Xinci smiled for two seconds with his head down, raised his head, and stretched out his hand to hook Xia Yao's neck.

Xia Yao opened her eyes: "What's wrong?" She didn't have time to see anything.A soft thing stuck up.

The bucket fell to the ground.

Song Xinci pressed the back of Xia Yao's head with one hand, and his half-sitting, half-standing posture was extremely awkward.But the heart is sweet, with eyes closed, cautiously, obsessively kissing Xia Yao.

Soft, cool, very comfortable feeling.

The latter was obviously dumbfounded.

Song Xinci bit Xia Yao's lip lightly, and the biting turned into sucking.Slowly supporting Xia Yao and standing up together, Song Xinci hooked Xia Yao's shoulder with one hand, pressed the back of Xia Yao's head with the other, and pressed Xia Yao's mouth with his tongue. One minute later, Song Xinci quietly opened his eyes, kissed and laughed, and withdrew, lying naked on Xia Yao's shoulder.Xia Yao's clothes were more than half wet by the water she brought up.

Song Xinci passed through Xia Yao's armpit with his left hand, wrapped around Xia Yao's back, rested his chin on Xia Yao's right shoulder, pinched the back of Xia Yao's neck with his right hand, and asked a question that is not very suitable for the moment. An urgent question: "Is it sour?"

After asking, I laughed there, laughing non-stop.

"What the hell kind of question is this?" Song Xinci shook his head and stood up, put his hands on Xia Yao's shoulders, smiling like a flower, "I'm sorry, Sister Yao. I was a little flustered for a while, and I didn't know what to say. "

Xia Yao looked over, with water in her eyes, and asked an equally embarrassing question: "Is it cold?" The voice was as soft as a mosquito, if the two of them weren't so close, Song Xinci would definitely not be able to hear it.

Song Xinci supported Xia Yao's shoulders, his face ached from smiling, looked up at Xia Yao, and suggested, "Why don't we go for a gastroscopy tomorrow."

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