"vegetative" entangled

Not knowing that the blood loss from the fingers caused the brain to be dull, Qun Chun was stunned for a while, only to find that Cheng Ye had raised his head, and was still gently supporting his wrist.

"...Thank you." Qunchun's ears were red, he was at a loss, but the wound on his hand that was covered with saliva was still painful.

Cheng Ye suddenly fell silent. They usually went up and down the mountain, and when they scratched or cut their fingers, they just sucked the wound.Fang Qunchun... Could it be that he despises him?

For a while, Qun Chun blushed and said nothing, and Cheng Ye remained expressionless.

"I'll take you home to apply the medicine." Cheng Ye said loudly, taking the tools in Qunchun's hand and the straw basket on the ground.

"No, I can go back by myself, you don't have to worry about me." Qun Chun already had a key to the house, and he signaled Cheng Ye to continue mowing the grass, "I'll be back soon."

Cheng Ye could only nod his head, he originally wanted Qunchun to go home and wait for him, instead of working so hard with him.

With a beating heart in his arms, Qunchun hurried out of the field.

After walking a long distance, Qun Chun secretly turned his head to take a look, but unexpectedly, his eyes met Cheng Ye who was still standing straight and staring at his back.

Qunchun walked faster as if guilty of guilt.

He felt dizzy. Although he had no experience in love, the 24-year-old head and body were not in vain. Qunchun thought to himself, he knew that the feeling of violent heartbeat at that moment was the feeling of heartbeat.

I have fallen in love with this man who looks cruel and brutal but is actually gentle and considerate who I have been with for less than a month.

Qunchun suddenly bent his lips and smiled, he could really feel Cheng Ye's sincere care and concern for him.Therefore, he will also nurture this quietly sprouting heartbeat to let it grow up and reveal itself.

Cheng Ye has no one close to him, living alone in a big house must be very lonely.Qunchun also understands this kind of feeling, he wants Cheng Ye to feel his heart too.

After applying the medicine and wrapping the wound with gauze, Qunchun was smiling when he returned to the field.

"Cheng Ye, drink water." He took a thermos bottle from the circle of dodder, unscrewed it and handed it to Cheng Ye.

Putting down the sickle silently, Cheng Ye looked at Qunchun who couldn't hide his smile with some surprise, took a sip of water from the water bottle.

"Does it still hurt?" Cheng Ye asked looking at his tightly wrapped fingers.

Qunchun shook his head, wrapped the water bottle with a dodder and rolled it up, and said to Cheng Ye: "A little injury, it's okay. I'll help you carry it."

Together, the two brought pig grass to the pigpen to feed dozens of piglets. The domesticated piglets were raised separately from the wild piglets. Now the wild piglets have sharp teeth that can bite the sow painfully. Feed wild boar cubs directly to soft porridge rice porridge and boiled sweet and glutinous sweet potatoes, and then decide whether to breed or slaughter them when they grow up.

Yesterday, Cheng Ye invited the big guys to eat roasted pigs, and today everyone came to Cheng Ye’s house in twos and threes to deliver chicken, duck, goose eggs, ganoderma lucidum, shiitake mushrooms, various wines, and home-dried sausage jerky. To nourish Cheng Ye and Qun Chun's body, they both worked really hard yesterday.

Everyone was grateful to Cheng Ye. After all, not everyone had the courage to lure the wild boar to their home and knock the wild boar unconscious.At that time, every household was lively and the children were running around in the village. If the children met a wild boar with cubs, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Cheng Ye knew he couldn't shirk it, so he had no choice but to accept it.The hearts of the big guys in the deep mountains are clear and simple, this unspeakable warmth and touch permeates Qunchun's heart a little bit, he just wants to immerse himself in this environment and does not want to leave.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Cheng Ye has also started to prepare the food needed for the New Year.

In the field near the pond, he used a hoe to dig dozens of big black taro, picked them into a basket, passed by Aunt Qin Shugui's house, and shared more than half of them with the two of them.

"Hey, you are here, come in quickly." Aunt Gui shouted for them to come in from the yard. Before entering, Qunchun could smell the smell of frying oil and hear the sound of "sizzling" hot oil.

"What is Aunt Gui frying?" Qunchun asked Cheng Ye, he didn't know what Cheng Ye and the others were going to fry before the new year.

"Jiandui." Cheng Ye led Qun Chun into the yard, put down the taro, and walked towards Aunt Gui.

Aunt Gui was sitting on a small stool, and in front of her was a small fire. The pot above it was filled with hot oil, and small golden dumplings were boiling. There were two round and large woven bamboo sieve plates beside her. , topped with tender white balls rolled with white sesame seeds - sesame balls that have not been fried.

"Thank you. Come, Cheng Ye, Qun Chun, eat two and try." Aunt Gui squinted her eyes with a smile, her green hair was tied up, looking limp and non-aggressive.

There was already a pan-fried dumpling next to it, and Cheng Ye picked up a pan-fried golden dumpling with the chopsticks next to it, and brought it to Qunchun's mouth.

Qunchun held Cheng Ye's hand and took a bite of the fried dough. It was soft and fragrant, sticky and sweet, oily but not greasy, with the wonderful taste just out of the pan. Qunchun was satisfied after eating it.

"Delicious!" Qunchun pursed her lips and praised.

Aunt Gui smiled brightly and said, "Hey, eat more. There are fillings here." Cheng Ye made him another fried dumpling filled with peanut and sesame seeds, and stopped giving him any more.

"If you eat too much, you will get angry." Cheng Ye ignored Qunchun's eager eyes and only ate two.

"Come over again in the evening, and I'll give you a bowl." Aunt Gui would send some fried food from her home to Cheng Ye's house every New Year's Eve.

"Well, thank you, Auntie."

Uncle Qin was helping others butcher pigs on the other side of the village, and stayed at the master's house for dinner today, so only Aunt Gui, Qun Chun and Cheng Ye ate together at noon.The wild pork that was left that day was brought over by Cheng Ye. At noon, Aunt Gui cooked bright red braised wild pork with taro, stir-fried lettuce, lettuce, and a pot of delicious and fragrant old hen soup with pepper pork belly.

After eating and resting, Cheng Ye helped peel and grind taro, and helped Aunt Gui prepare fried taro balls.

……

When the two returned home in the evening, they had two large discs in their hands. Inside the discs were Aunt Gui's steamed rice cakes. The surface was smooth, and because of the addition of sucrose and brown sugar, it was dark reddish brown and then light light brown.

Qunchun hugged Yuanpan, happy in her heart, looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival for the first time.

"It's great to celebrate the New Year here." Qunchun couldn't help but curl his lips, the atmosphere was so comfortable, and there were many delicious New Year's food that he had rarely seen.

"En." Cheng Ye agreed aloud, and his heart was as full of joy as Qunchun.He was still worried that Qunchun would not be able to adapt to life here.

Back home, Qunchun went to take a bath first, because the later it was, the colder it was when taking a bath and dressing, and the mountains were not as warm as the big cities outside, and there were all kinds of bathroom heaters.Qunchun felt that as soon as the shower was turned off, the heat on her body began to be carried away by the wind.

When he came out, Cheng Ye also put the food on the table.Among them are a plate of meat slices wrapped in tender yolk egg flowers, fried golden and crispy wild boar ribs, and light green and light fried lettuce.

With careful thoughts in her arms, Qun Chun dawdled through the meal, and the two of them sat quietly for a while.

Finally, in the dead of night, the two went back to their rooms.

Qunchun rolled up the quilt on the bed, took a deep breath, opened the door and went out.

He walked to the next door in two or three steps, and let the dodder on his body help to support the quilt. He stretched out his hand and was about to knock on the door, when suddenly the closed door opened in front of him.

"..."

"..."

A look of surprise flashed in Cheng Ye's eyes: "You...can't sleep?"

Qunchun, who was wrapped up in the quilt, kept knocking on the door for a while, and quickly calmed down and said, "Ah...it's too cold in the room, can I sleep with you?" The voice was very flat, and he touched the quilt on the vine , as if shivering from the cold.

Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows. In fact, as soon as he lay down, he thought of Qunchun's cold and smooth feet last night.

He got up to get electric warm pancakes for Qunchun, but he didn't expect to see Qunchun as soon as he opened the door—a little panicked and then calmed down instantly.

Qunchun was only wearing plain white pajamas and pajamas, which were thin, wide and big, and a gust of wind blew outside the small window, swelling his wide trouser legs.

"It's cold, come in quickly." Cheng Ye reached out to take his quilt, Qun Chun secretly smiled and slipped in, and before Cheng Ye could greet him, he had already got into the warm quilt.

Qun Chun rolled up the quilt, lifted a corner of the quilt next to Cheng Ye, raised her head slightly, and looked at Cheng Ye.