return to the garden

Although I decided not to leave, I still have to go to this town.

It was raining and leaking in the house, and the two children didn't have much food left at home, they were short of everything...

However, Liao Qing looked at the sun hanging in the south, and realized that he couldn't go today, so he simply started to tidy up the house, while Zhang Xiaoli wiped away his tears and began to prepare the lunch at noon.

"Brother Liao, my brother asked you if it's okay to stick corn tortillas?" Zhang Xiaolin poked his head out from the kitchen, his face was covered with pot dust, like a cat.

"It's all right." Liao Qing naturally had no objection, and threw a veil over the child.

"You're covered with pot ashes." Liao Qing said amusedly, pointing his finger on his face.

The boy's ears turned red all of a sudden.

"Is it this way?" Zhang Xiaolin touched the place Liao Qing pointed.

But he didn't notice, he had pot ash stuck on his hands, and now he rubbed it directly on his face.

Silly, looking at Liao Qingyile, his body was full of relaxed and happy aura.

"Haha, no, my left side is your right side, but you just had pot ashes in your hand, and now you have the one you didn't have, so you should wipe it with a handkerchief! Wipe both sides!" Liao Qing tidied up Yard turned around and smiled.

Zhang Xiaolin was completely embarrassed all of a sudden, and shrank his head back with a swipe.

"Brother, where is it?" Zhang Xiaolin was afraid of making a mistake again, and rubbed the ashes all over his face.

It just so happened that Zhang Xiaoli's dishes had already been covered with a pot and were about to be cooked, so they came out from behind the pot.

"Bring the handkerchief, I'll wipe it for you." Zhang Xiaoli nodded Zhang Xiaolin's face.

Zhang Xiaolin naturally offered it obediently.

Then Zhang Xiaolin saw his brother hide the handkerchief on his chest, then took out his own handkerchief from the sleeve and wiped his face!

Uh-huh! !

Zhang Xiaolin has never seen any big wind and waves, and his brain was shocked by his brother's operation...

And seeing what his brother means, he still doesn't intend to give it back, right?

"Brother? That handkerchief belongs to Brother Liao..." Zhang Xiaolin's voice inexplicably became smaller and smaller as he looked into his brother's eyes, and finally disappeared.

"It's okay, Brother Liao probably won't ask. If he really asks, you can say that you accidentally filled the pot with the firewood." Zhang Xiaoli patted his brother's head, his eyes calm.

Brother, what's the matter with your strange expression as if I'm rare, and your eyes are clearly threatening, right?For the first time, Zhang Xiaolin, a simple country boy, experienced what collapse is.

Sure enough, his brother was fascinated by some vixen or something, right? !

But in the end Zhang Xiaolin listened to his brother wisely.

Liao Qing packed up the things in the yard, and the meal was almost ready, Zhang Xiaoli brought a basin of warm water from the kitchen to let Liao Qing wash his hands and prepare to eat.

After Liao Qing finished washing, he happened to see Zhang Xiaolin's child get out of the pot door in the kitchen. Then he looked at the pot ashes stuck to his hand, and quickly beckoned someone to come over and wash it carefully.

But what made Liao Qing feel strange was that the child gave him a strange look, and stiffly rubbed against the sink to wash his hands.

Liao Qing watched the child obediently washing his hands with satisfaction, and was about to go to the kitchen to see if Zhang Xiaoli needed help in the kitchen.But he was stopped by Zhang Xiaolin's muffled words.

"I...brother...cough it's me, I accidentally put the handkerchief you used to wipe my face on the firewood and stuffed it under the pot and burned it..." The young boy hesitated to speak.

Liao Qing froze for a moment, then smiled at Zhang Xiaolin reassuringly, "It's okay, this veil is not missing, and you didn't do it on purpose, don't worry about it." Patted the young man's drooping head.

Zhang Xiaolin raised his head and gave Liao Qing a weird look, but it was hard to say anything.

Hesitant to say...

Liao Qing thought that the young man felt particularly guilty, so he patted the man on the head, and hurried to pick up the steamed bun basket from Zhang Xiaoli and put it on the stone table in the yard.

Where he didn't see, Zhang Xiaoli smiled at Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin: My hairs stand on end!