This brother is a bit cold in time travel

In the afternoon of this day, Jiang Fang and Wei Chuyang temporarily put aside the work of harvesting, and planned to deal with the sun-dried rice first. Only Jiang Ting and Zhang Rui were still harvesting in the rice field.In the village ancestral hall there is a stone mill for removing rice husks, which is used by every household during the busy farming season. Fortunately, Sanlitun is very small, so you can handle a few loads today and I will have a few loads tomorrow.This is really hard work, and it is trivial and boring, but most of the farm work is like this.

"You pick these back first, and I'll do the rest. Seeing that you're exhausted, go back and have a good rest." The two took turns pushing the rocks, and Jiang Fang took over the work from Wei Chuyang after he had rested. There wasn't much left, so Wei Chuyang was simply asked to go back first.

"Okay, then I'll go first." Wei Chuyang saw that he was getting better, so he picked up a load of rice and left first.

Due to the heavy load, Wei Chuyang walked very slowly all the way, and it was already dusk when he returned home. He unloaded the burden in the barn, and then collapsed on the wooden chair in the main room, yelling: "Oh my god, I'm exhausted." Me!"

Although Lu Tian'er didn't understand the previous modal particle, he knew that he was crying tired, so he went to the kitchen and poured him a big bowl of tea, which was boiled with an unknown leaf, so shallow There were still residual leaves in the brown tea. Wei Chuyang drank it in a hurry and swallowed it together. Normally, he might pay attention to it hypocritically.

"I feel much better." Wei Chuyang said.No wonder it is said that water is the source of life.

Lu Tian'er looked at him with a smile while sewing his little clothes.He put the needle away, bit off the silk thread in his hand, inserted the needle back into the sewing bag, and said to himself: "The needle and thread are almost used up."

"Do you have to go all the way to the town to buy something every time you lack something?" Wei Chuyang asked curiously.

"No, there is a peddler who will pick some commonly used items and sell them in remote villages. He will come to Sanlitun every two days, and he also sells needles and threads." Lu Tian'er explained.

While the two were talking, Jiang Fang and Jiang Ting went back home.The one who cooks cooks, the one who takes a shower takes a bath, Wei Chuyang said he will wash last, let Jiang Ting and the others wash first, and then he will continue talking to Lu Tian'er.

"Brother, can you ask him to bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" He asked.

"You have all these things at home. Why buy so many? If you want to use it now, I remember that your brother used to read and write. I still keep the pens and inks. I will find them for you." Lu Tian'er said Then put away the needlework and clothes.

"Of course it's good." Wei Chuyang followed Lu Tian'er to his feet.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Fang felt a little chilly after taking a shower. He just took a coat and put it on. When he saw Lu Tian'er bringing Wei Chuyang in, he began to search for things. Of course, Wei Chuyang was only watching. with.

"Where do you put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you used before? Chuyang needs to use it." Lu Tian'er asked Jiang Fang while looking for it.

"I can't remember clearly, let me look for it, you go and sit on the bed." He pulled Lu Tian'er to the bed, and said to Wei Chuyang who was standing at the door, "You go take a shower first, I'll look for it and see if I can turn up."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, cousin." Wei Chuyang went to the kitchen to fetch hot water, then went back to the room to get a change of clothes, and closed the door of the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, he found his things. The brush, ink, and inkstone were all usable, even if there was some dust, and a small stack of paper was found, but it was already moldy.

"I don't have any paper to use at home. I'll go to the village chief's house tomorrow night to borrow a few, don't you need a lot?" Jiang Fang took a rag to wipe things clean and handed them to Wei Chuyang.He also read books for several years, but it was a pity that they were abandoned later.

"Well, just a few sheets." Thinking that paper should be considered a relatively expensive item for farmers, Wei Chuyang felt that he had already caused them trouble, and it was really not good to demand too much.

"By the way, what do you want to do? Write a letter?" Jiang Fang asked casually.

"Anyway, I'm useful."

"Tch, talk but don't talk." Jiang Fang rolled his eyes to show his disdain.

In fact, Jiang Fang guessed right. He really wanted to write a letter. In a world with backward transportation, it is really inconvenient to communicate over long distances. Writing a letter is almost the only way.As for the recipient of the letter, of course it was Yi Luo.

In the next few days, he was busy from morning to night again, and Wei Chuyang was so tired that he would lie on the bed after eating every day, and he hadn't written the letter yet.Finally one day he came back early, he finished his meal, lit a candle on the table in the room, and began to write letters in the dim light. He didn’t have long words to say, and what he wrote in the letters were just words of concern, or Occasionally there are a couple of nasty words of lovesickness, and when he finishes writing, there are less than two sheets of paper, but he writes seriously.

"Oh—" He yawned, put down his pen, took the paperweight to press down the letter paper, and blew out the candle before going to bed.

The next morning, Jiang Fang came into his room to wake him up. When he left, he saw the letter on the table, and after a quick glance, he knew it was addressed to Yi Luo. He suddenly smiled strangely, not knowing what it meant.

"That kid from Chuyang wrote a letter to Yiluo, hahaha..." Jiang Fang went back to his room, and Lu Tianer also woke up, but he hadn't gotten up yet.

"Ah? Then don't you remind him..."

"Remind him why, you are not allowed to tell him, be obedient." Jiang Fang interrupted Lu Tian'er.

"I'm afraid that he and Luo Ge'er will get into trouble because of this matter." Lu Tian'er was still hesitant.

"How can we get together without stumbling around!"

"Hmm...you're right." Lu Tian'er said helplessly.

"Hehe!" Jiang Fang seemed very happy, and he rushed towards Lu Tian'er.

"Oh, be careful, kid!" Lu Tian'er hurriedly dodged in fright.

"My dear son, don't be afraid, Daddy kisses you." He lay on Lu Tian'er's stomach and kissed him a few times through his clothes, and Lu Tian'er kept pushing his head in shame.

It was not until Jiang Ting urged outside that he reluctantly let go of Lu Tian'er.

And Wei Chuyang hurriedly washed up, and when he heard that Lu Tian'er had woken up, he called him outside the door: "Brother, there is a letter on my desk, and when the peddler comes, ask him to deliver it to Qingshan Village Go, it's for Yi Luo, I'll go first!"

He only folded the letter paper neatly, but forgot the envelope, so in the end Yi Luo received a purse.Lu Tian'er couldn't find the envelope, so he took a purse and stuffed the letter in. Yi Luo was still baffled when he got it.

"Strange, who will give me a purse?" Yi Luo squeezed it, and found something inside. When he opened it, it turned out to be letter paper, "Is this handwriting?" It seems to be Wei Chuyang.

He read the word "Yi Luo" at the beginning of the letter, silently put the letter away, and stopped looking down, with an unclear expression on his face.

The autumn harvest is coming to an end, and it has been six or seven days since Wei Chuyang sent the first letter. After the first letter, he sent a second and third letter, but there was no reply.Seeing this situation, Jiang Xin kept holding back his laughter, and although Lu Tian'er felt that Jiang Fang's actions were not good, he still listened to him and didn't say anything to Wei Chuyang.

The rice in Jiang Ting's family had already been harvested, and Wei Chuyang didn't propose to go back to the town right away, but decided to go back after helping them with some follow-up matters.He had asked someone to deliver a message to Wei Chuan, asking his father to pick him up tomorrow.The last day in Sanlitun was the most leisurely. If he had a carriage, he would definitely go to Qingshan Village to ask Yi Luo why he didn't reply to his letter.Although I will pass Qingshan Village on the way back to town tomorrow, but I have been away from home for a while, and it seems unreasonable not to go home first.Therefore, Wei Chuyang suppressed until the second day after returning home, and finally couldn't help driving the carriage to Qingshan Village to find Yiluo.

"Yi Luo!" Wei Chuyang guessed that Yi Luo should be at home because he saw that Yi Luo didn't set up a stall on the street.

"Chuyang, I haven't seen you for a while, come in and sit down!" Han Ying was the only one in the room.

"Ying, long time no see! Are you alone at home? Where's Yiluo?" Wei Chuyang sat down and looked around.

"He went fishing with old man Zhang. He went out before dawn. It's almost time to come back. You will stay here for lunch later." Han Ying poured him a cup of tea.

Wei Chuyang happily agreed.The two chatted, and the time passed quickly.Sure enough, Yi Luo came back not long after.

Yi Luo kept a few fish in the bucket, and ran to the rabbit's nest to feed the rabbit, but ignored Wei Chuyang who was behind him like a tail.

"Yi Luo, you should say something. We haven't seen each other for so long, so I shouldn't have offended you in any way?" Wei Chuyang saw that Yi Luo was concentrating on feeding the rabbit, treating him as air, and his tone became a bit sad. "Also, I wrote you a letter, why didn't you reply?" Yi Luo usually had to draw pictures, and he had all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Yi Luo paused for a moment with his hand holding the vegetable leaves, and then he threw the rest of the vegetable leaves to Wei Chuyang, and said, "Let me tell you where you have offended me, as far as the few letters you wrote, I guess I only know My own name, what do you want me to say?"

Now Wei Chuyang was dumbfounded, he didn't know that Yi Luo was illiterate, Yi Luo's temperament was not related to illiterate, and he could draw.Well, painting and literacy seem to have no necessary connection...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Don't you know that I can't read?" Yi Luo looked at him suspiciously.

"I... I forgot, ha ha." Wei Chuyang laughed dryly, and immediately looked away, "Oh, Yang Yang has gained a lot of weight, it seems that you have taken good care of him." He hugged the rabbit from its nest come out.

Yi Luo still stared at him without saying a word.He could see that Wei Chuyang seemed a little thinner and darker when he came back from Sanlitun this time, not as handsome as before.

"It's almost noon, I'm going to cook."

"I'll help you!" Wei Chuyang hurriedly dropped the rabbit.

The two of them fetched water by the well, washed their hands, and went into the kitchen.

"Come with me!" After eating, Wei Chuyang couldn't help but drag Yi Luo to a piece of soft dirt in the yard, and picked up a slender branch.

"I'm not interested." Seeing this posture, Yi Luo knew what he wanted to do.

"Come back! Give it a try. If you really don't like it, I won't force you, huh?" Wei Chuyang pulled him to squat down, held him with his left hand, and stroked the ground with a branch with his right hand.He noticed a long time ago that the characters used here are actually simplified Chinese characters, so he can be considered literate.

"What are these two characters?" He pointed to the words on the ground and asked Yi Luo.

"My name." Yi Luo squinted at him.

"What other words do you know?"

Yi Luo didn't answer for a long time, Wei Chuyang was about to say forget it, but Yi Luo took the branch in his hand and wrote on the ground in a decent way. Although it wasn't very beautiful, he could recognize the characters at a glance .

Wei Chuyang was silent.Yi Luo also wrote two characters: Changting.

"Do you know how to write the character '郑'?" His voice was suddenly hoarse, he didn't know what kind of mood he had in asking this sentence, he was referring to Yi Luo's past, so it is not good.

When he saw Yi Luo shook his head, his mood became more complicated. Yi Luo must know who he was referring to, so, did he shake his head to comfort him, or did he really not know how to write?

"You really don't know how to write?" To be honest, he didn't really believe it. There was no reason why he could write the name of his rival, but he couldn't write the name of his sweetheart.

Yi Luo frowned a little irritably, but seeing that Wei Chuyang seemed to really care about this matter, he had no choice but to explain: "Changting taught me to write these characters. The first thing I learned was my own name, and then I I asked him how to write the character '郑', and he said that there were too many strokes in the character '郑', so I couldn't remember it, so he taught me the word 'Changting'. After that, I didn't learn it anymore. I was really not interested. At that time, I just Whim."

Wei Chuyang counted silently in his heart, and after counting, he was still not sure, so he counted again, several times, and the result was still the same: "If I counted correctly, the strokes of the character 'Ting' and the character 'Zheng' The number of strokes is the same."

Yi Luo didn't realize it for a while, the Yi Changting in his memory would not lie, so he was stunned for a moment and then said calmly: "You must have counted wrong."

Wei Chuyang opened his mouth, but he never refuted him.He erased the word "Long Pavilion" on the ground and wrote two words on the ground again.

"I can't remember." Yi Luo took a look and blurted out.

"'Ting' has nine strokes, 'Chu' has seven strokes, and 'Yang' has six strokes." He almost stumbled upon each word, but seeing Yi Luo's innocent expression after speaking, he laughed secretly at himself as childish It's all right to be jealous of a love rival who has never met, what is there to argue with a dead person now.

"If you don't learn, don't learn. Get up, don't squat, your feet will be sore after a while." After he finished speaking, he went back to the room first.

Yi Luo followed behind him, and he was still thinking about that question: Is the word "zheng" really Jiubi?