Looking up at the stars in 1946

Not long after Qi Si came back, the compound dismissed another group of people.Except for two errands who looked after the yard, Mama Wu who was in charge of cooking, and a few maids who waited on the mother-in-law, the rest were sent away.Immediately afterwards, news spread that the Qi Family Courtyard had given away more than 350 pieces of land to Wang Yuandao.

This stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone can be regarded as an explosion. When chatting before and after meals, they always like to mention this sentence: "Fourth Master Qi made Wang Yuandao and the Japanese collapse!" Some people were still dubious and said:

"Impossible? Didn't Qi Yishui follow a Japanese man? Didn't he help his brother?"

"Oh, you don't know yet, that Qi Yishui died a long time ago!"

"When did it happen?"

"I heard it was last year."

"No wonder, it doesn't matter if you die, a big man, let the Japanese ruin it, if I am, I will hang myself too."

Rumors and facts, mixed with true and false, flew like kites to the whole village.The Qi family courtyard in the center of the discussion is still calm, with its four high walls, overlooking everything around it indifferently.

On the first day Qi Si returned home, he shaved off all the hair on his body, and walked around the house with his bald head for a long time.Qi Si didn't have a vicious look, the bangs on his forehead before gave him a lot of heroism, but now the bangs are gone, his head is bald, his facial features can't be hidden, but he is unexpectedly handsome.

Although Han Yan felt sorry for Qi Si's suffering in prison, he didn't know why he wanted to laugh when he saw his bald head.Reminiscent of Qi Si's name—Yi Xiu, the smile on Han Yan's mouth couldn't stop.

Qi Si was annoyed at Han Yan's teasing at first, but after thinking about it, it's better to smile than to keep his bad things in mind.Qi Si didn't have enough to eat in the prison, and no one was warm. It was understandable that he had lost a lot of weight, but Han Yan was so thin that his ribs were showing when he stayed at home, and Qi Si panicked when he hugged him.

After resting at home for more than half a month, Qi Si made out with Han Yan.But after all, after staying in prison for half a year, it was not so easy to recover his physical strength, and he was a little out of breath after venting once.

Speaking of which, Qi Si is also a 37-[-] person, and he will be [-] years old in the blink of an eye.Han Yan touched his sideburns, and there was already a tendency to turn gray.

"Are you still here?" Han Yan asked.

Qi Si shook his head and said, "I have no strength left."

Han Yan stretched his hand under the quilt, and slowly stroked the softened thing.Qi Si pressed his hand and said, "I'm really weak." Han Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You lie down, I'll do it myself." As he said that, he got under the quilt.

After a while, the avatar fell into the warm and moist mouth.Qi Si was so excited that his scalp tingled, and he pressed Han Yan's head to slowly twitch.Feeling that the thing in his mouth was getting harder and harder, Han Yan spit it out, rode on Qi Si's body again, held the stick in his body slowly, and began to shake it up and down.

Qisi caressed Han Yan's waist with both hands, walking on the skin, and supported Han Yan from time to time to make him sit deeper.The riding posture is easy to be tiring, and Han Yan began to cry after tossing half a stick of incense.After resting for a while, Qi Si regained his strength and changed seats with Han Yan, letting Han Yan hold his legs while he knelt in the middle and fucked the small hole at the bottom wide open.

The two hadn't been intimate for half a year, and Han Yan's acupoints had tightened up a lot. If it wasn't for the limited strength of both of them, they might have been messing around until midnight.When Qi Si shot into Han Yan's body for the second time, he broke out in sweat from panting.Although Han Yan wasn't satisfied yet, he didn't have the strength to do it again if he really wanted him, so he had to settle for the next best thing, exchanged a deep kiss with Qi Si, and then fell asleep hugging each other.

In the middle of the night, Qi Si vaguely heard someone sobbing, and opened his eyes to see that Han Yan was hiding under the quilt, crying so hard that his face was blurred.Qi Si quickly fished him out, and asked softly, "Okay, why are you crying?"

"I dreamed that you were shot to death."

"How can it be? I'm not like this?" Qi Si said, lifting Han Yan's chin, and wiped his tears with his sleeve, saying: "Don't think too much, my life is hard, no better than others , eat a gun and belch."

Han Yan was amused by Qi Si and laughed, and said, "That's amazing, Fourth Master, can't you see that you're still hardcore?"

Qi Si tapped Han Yan's lower lip, and said, "It's good that you know. Hurry up and sleep, Samsung is high." He hugged him in his arms and stroked Han Yan's back comfortingly.

Han Yan hugged Qi Si's waist subconsciously, and fell asleep in a daze.

The dream was pitch black, and there was a sound of dogs biting not far away.He gritted his teeth, and walked with Qi Si one deep and one shallow.Warm blood, like sand, leaked from his hands and dripped on the road he walked.

Han Yan's tears welled up.

Its daybreak.

Not long after the Dragon Boat Festival, Qi Jialin made a promise.She is a distant relative of her grandma's family. In the neighboring county, the family has a tofu shop and a noodle shop, and the family is considered well off.

When the matchmaker went to the Qi family compound to propose a marriage, Qi Jialin lost her temper, crying and making noises, but she just didn't want to get married.Han Yan was also reluctant, so he told Qi Si in private, saying that Qi Jialin was only fourteen, and it would be too late to find her husband's family in two years.

Qi Si said: "It's not about marrying now, it's just an appointment first, and we'll get married two years later."

Han Yan was still dissatisfied, saying that Qi Si hadn't been to see it himself, what if the betrothed person looked like a crooked melon?

Qi Si knew that Han Yan was here to find fault, so he had to patiently explain to him: "Jialin's grandma chose this family out of thousands of choices. They are nice people, and the elders in the family are also reasonable. Jialin can't afford to marry her."

Han Yan was speechless by Qi Si, so he turned around and ran to comfort Qi Jialin.Qi Jialin cried and cried, and made troubles, and finally her arms couldn't twist her thighs, so she had to honestly prepare the dowry at home.

Ever since Qi Jialin got engaged, Han Yan has been feeling bored, and he has to visit her every few days to chat with her.If you have nothing to say, you have to sit quietly for a while, watching Qi Jialin embroider the wedding dress.The bright red silk base cloth, the thin silk thread, one thorn, two hooks and three picks, slowly reveal the peonies that are about to bloom.

Han Yan was fascinated by it, and Qi Jialin called him several times before recovering.

Qi Jialin joked, "Uncle Han, do you want to learn too?"

Han Yan blushed at what she said, and said: "How can I, with my skills, I can only mend torn clothes."

Qi Jialin laughed, and changed the subject: "How's the work in the front room going?"

Han Yan said: "Soon, your father is watching over there, I reckon it will be able to start wine making in autumn."

Qi Jialin breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's good, or else my father would be idle all day long, and I would feel uncomfortable just watching."

The two talked for a while, and Han Yan saw that Qi Jialin wanted to concentrate on her work, so she quietly backed out.Seeing that noon was coming, he turned to the kitchen to help Mama Wu prepare lunch.

When Qi Si came back, Han Yan had already prepared the food.Seeing Qi Si's sweaty face, Han Yan quickly handed him a towel and said, "Wipe your face, let's eat after a while."

Qi Si responded, took the towel and wiped it off.Now that the courtyard is understaffed, he, the head of the family, has to roll up his sleeves to do the work.

Han Yan was serving the meal, when he looked up, he saw a tear in the armpit of Qi Si's clothes, exposing the obscene clothes inside, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Fourth Lord, don't you know that your clothes are torn?"

Qi Si tugged at his clothes, looked around, and said, "Where is it?"

Han Yan pointed to his armpit, and Qi Si discovered the loophole, and said: "It should have been scratched when I was raising the airs just now, it's okay."

Han Yan turned around and opened the cabinet to get another long gown for Qi Si, and said, "Don't say that, a respectable person works in rags, what does that sound like?"

Qi Si thought the same, and put on a new shirt.

After the two of them had their meal, Qi Si lay down on the kang to rest. Seeing Han Yan busy cleaning up the dishes, he said, "Why don't I find you a maid, who washes the dishes, clothes and floors every day, and I feel uncomfortable just looking at them." .”

Han Yan glanced at him and said, "Don't do it. I'm too busy now. If I don't have to do these jobs, I won't be able to sneak around? You will feel even worse then."

Qi Si said, "I can't control you yet."

Han Yan said, "You just know?"

Qi Si laughed and said, "I don't care about it either." Then, he closed his eyes and rested.

When Han Yan returned to the house after washing the dishes, Qi Si had already fallen asleep.Han Yan packed his things lightly, looked at the torn clothes that Qi Si had taken off, and thought that the clothes were still new and made of good materials, so it was a pity to throw them away like this.

Han Yan remembered that there was a needle and thread in the cabinet in the back room, so he took it out, put on his clothes, sat on the threshold, took advantage of the noon sun, threaded the needle and thread, and began to sew slowly.Having not picked up a needle and thread for several years, Han Yan felt a little helpless at first. Fortunately, he had practiced it when he was a child, and he got used to it in a short time, and the gap was healed in two or three strokes.

For some reason, Han Yan suddenly remembered the embroidery that Qi Jialin made in the morning, the gorgeous peony flower, and the delicate stitches were full of infinite affection and hope.

That's the person she'll be with for the rest of her life.

Han Yan touched the clothes in his hands, it was as smooth and cold as silk.

So is he.