[Lu Xiaofeng] Bring a husband back to the ancient tomb

Hua Manlou took a step forward and walked up to Yang Pingting who had turned over and sat on the hemp rope, shaking her legs slightly.Stretching out her hand, she touched the rope that was as thick as a thumb, and she couldn't understand what she meant: "Are you going to sleep on it at night?"

Yang Pingting swayed her body rhythmically, making the rope swing back and forth like a swing.She sat upright in the middle of the rope, not grabbing or clinging, her body didn't tremble at all: "Of course."

Another surprise, how many surprises are there in her body?Apart from the flowers he loves, this is the first time that Hua Manlou is so curious about a woman.

Hua Manlou turned around and walked to the side of the beam, and sat down cross-legged.After fiddling with the bonfire again, he closed his eyes and leaned against the pillar behind him to rest.

Yang Pingting also used her hands as a pillow and fell flat on the rope.

In the middle of the night, the rain was like silk, light and thin, and the sound of pattering could not be heard, nor could it be felt dripping from the rain.Yang Pingting turned over and looked out the window, feeling that it was a kind of wet smoke.Occasionally, there was a flash of lightning like a long dragon in the sky, followed by a "long" thunder, and the rain curtain was densely covered again, and it took a long time before it became smaller.This situation has continued repeatedly.

Seeing Yang Pingting on a rainy night for the first time, the child's nature was also revealed.She stared out of the dark window without blinking.Look at the old tree whose branches and leaves trembled due to the rain; look at the little thing hiding in the tree hole, sleeping soundly: "Huamanlou, are you asleep?"

As soon as the cold voice sounded, Hua Manlou opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"What's that thing with small and round ears, a thick neck, and a fluffy tail that's bigger than its body?" Yang Pingting carefully described the appearance of the little thing, and when she couldn't see clearly, she shot a shot with controlled force mischievously. The pebbles on the little thing don't hurt it, just let it turn around.

Yang Pingting's every move could not hide the slightest bit from Hua Manlou's excellent hearing. At this time, she was as naughty as a child: "That's a squirrel."

"Oh." After getting a satisfactory answer, Yang Pingting closed her eyes again and fell asleep in a short while.

Hearing the slight and regular sound of breathing, Hua Manlou also closed his eyes.

It was dawn, the rain stopped, and the wind stopped.The air is fresh, cool and pleasant, and the dust in the air is washed more cleanly.The raindrops from last night still remained on the leaves outside the ancient temple, reflecting the morning sun, like thousands of fluorescent spots, flickering and moving.The small water beach on the ground clearly illuminates the small wild flowers on the roadside.

Huamanlou stood outside the ruined temple, raised his head, closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, as if blending with the scene outside.

Yang Pingting, who came out after Huamanlou, looked at him curiously for a while, and followed his example to stand at the door.

There was still the damp smell of last night's rain in the air, mixed with the scent of grass and wildflowers.In the woods in the distance, there are also the calls of birds, as if to celebrate the beauty of the first sunshine after the rain.

Yang Pingting, who was a curious baby just now, also smiled, feeling extremely happy in her heart.She had never admired such a scenery so quietly.Even the rain is the first time I met, everything is so fresh.Even the bird calls that gave her a headache when she was a child are now wonderful: "It's the first time I discovered that bird calls can be so crisp, and I only thought it was very noisy before."

"Why do you feel so noisy?" At this time, Hua Manlou hadn't noticed it yet. Since he met Yang Pingting, the most common thing he said was 'Why. '

"Because all the birds in my house are used to practice martial arts. Daddy will go outside to catch a sack of birds, and only one of them is a canary." Yang Pingting opened her eyes and walked to the stake where the horse was tied. Untied the rope: "Then put me and these birds in a secret room. I must find out the canary bird from the group of birds and catch it. The most important thing is that the other birds Neither can die."

Hua Manlou nodded understandingly: "I see."

"So, when I think of these little birds, I don't feel anything but noisy. But this time it's really good." Yang Pingting handed the rope to Huamanlou, and untied another horse. The rope, turning over: "Hua Man Lou, I'm hungry, let's go to the nearest market to eat."

"Actually, if you don't go to the market, I can cook you a meal. It's just that it rained yesterday, so there's no other way."

"Really?" Yang Pingting's eyes widened in surprise, "Then we won't go to the market, you can make it for me."

"it is good."

Yang Pingting was squatting next to the bonfire last night, eating the wild fruit she had just picked in her hand.His eyes watched the movements of Hua Manlou's hands without blinking.It's the same as my father's hand, the same slender and white, the same calloused, just different.Dad's cocoons grow on the palm of his hand, and the ones that are full of flowers are almost all on the fingertips.Yang Pingting looked down at the calluses on her fingertips, and nodded heavily.

While turning the wooden stick in his hand, Hua Manlou shook the bamboo tube in his hand, and sprinkled seasoning evenly on the roasted pheasant.

The burnt-yellow roasted chicken exudes bursts of fragrance, and with this fragrance, the smile on Yang Pingting's lips becomes brighter: "It's really delicious." Pingting abandoned it and waited for Hua Manlou's hand to eat.

The strong sense of gaze and the small sound of swallowing saliva made Huamanlou laugh: "Is it very fragrant?"

Yang Pingting opened her mouth, then stopped, and said after a while, "Isn't this still eaten? I can answer after eating."

The cunning in Yang Pingting's words made Hua Manlou grin and speed up her movements.It won't be long before a shiny, drool-inducing grilled pheasant is ready.

Hua Manlou twisted off a chicken leg and handed it to Yang Pingting: "Try it."

"En." Yang Pingting nodded happily, opened her cherry lips and bit them down.After a muffled snort, her cheeks turned red, adding a touch of rosiness to her overly fair cheeks.

Hua Manlou, who was about to start, stopped what he was doing, and asked, "What's wrong? But the taste is so bad that you can't bear to swallow it." There was a rare sense of humor in his tone.

Yang Pingting still didn't speak, and kept silent.

"What's the matter?" Hua Manlou was a little anxious, "It's really not good, just spit it out. Let's go to the town to eat."

After a long time, Yang Pingting finally spoke: "No, it's delicious. However, I was burned just now, but this is really delicious, and I didn't want to spit it out, so I had to hold it in my mouth."

The pitiful tone, coupled with the unclear words, made the always kind Huamanlou laugh out loud, and there was a sense of helplessness in his words: "You."

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