I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Lian Xing pursed his lips, he could indeed write.

His parents are different from other people's families. They don't discriminate against Shuang'er, and they even think that they should have what other people's children have, but even if their parents are willing to let him go to school, he can't go to school. Private schools don't accept girls and Shuang'er. of.

But fortunately, Ah Mu can read and write. Ah Mu was originally a book boy of a rich family. It was only after the family had an accident that he married his father by accident.

He has never told outsiders about his secret literacy. Shuang’er’s learning opportunity is hard-won. If Ah Mu is willing to teach, he will study hard, and even learn faster and better than men of the same age. Before Tom's accident, he had mastered the words and phrases that ordinary boys only learn in their teens.

Later, when his parents had an accident, he couldn't learn new lessons, so he could only secretly scratch the ground with a branch when he was going to the ground or chopping firewood, and wrote a silent article every day so that he would not forget this hard-won knowledge.

It's just been so many years, he has almost forgotten the feeling of holding a pen, looked up and saw Zheng Chengan, his tough face was reflected in a pair of gentle peach eyes, he had never been dissatisfied with himself because of his appearance, even now I have been urging and encouraging, "You write a few words for me to see, try, just try."

Lian Xing lowered his eyes, and picked up Zheng Cheng'an's brush on the pen pillow. Although this kind of pen is cheap, but the nib is a little soft, I don't know if it's because of the pen or because of people, the edge of the first word Lian Xing wrote There were some twists and turns, but after writing one word, he seemed to have found the feeling and changed himself, and the second word became standard and serious.

The next sentence is the same.

Zheng Chengan couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Fuck!"

This is so beautiful!

Forgive him for his lack of education, and I can't think of any compliments. The only thing I can say is that it is too standard, almost the same as what is printed in the book.

Zheng Cheng'an doesn't know what is art or not. He himself can't even write with a signature pen. The most favorite characters in his life are those written neatly by others, especially the small and beautiful block letters like Lian Xing.

"This is too good-looking! Lian Xing, you are too good! I have never seen a person as good-looking as your handwriting!" Zheng Chengan was so excited, his peach blossom eyes instantly turned into star eyes, and he blew rainbow farts in his mouth. .

When Lian Xing was first praised by him, he was still a little proud, and his heart was fluttering, but the more he exaggerated, the more he exaggerated, he was a little restless, his face was red, and he said embarrassedly: "You...don't say that."

"Why didn't you say it? You write so beautifully, so naturally you have to praise it." Zheng Cheng'an didn't show any shame at all, he always accepted praise or belittling well, so he wasn't as thin-skinned as Lian Xing.

Lian Xing blinked, slowly lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Let's discuss something." Zheng Chengan took a fancy to Lian Xing's handwriting at a glance, but he was a little embarrassed to bother others so much, "Can I ask you to help me copy the manuscript I wrote later?"

Lian Xing raised his head, his eyes widened slightly, as if a little shocked: "Shall I copy it for you?" How could anyone be willing to let Shuang'er touch such a precious pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

He must have said the wrong thing by accident, Lian Xing made excuses on his own, feeling slightly disappointed.

Zheng Chengan scratched his head. He knew that his request was too much. How could anyone be willing to do homework for others?

"I know it's too much trouble for you, it's hard to do, but I really can't write such a font, so can I beg you?" Before Lian Xing could answer, Zheng Chengan quickly vetoed, "Forget it , or not to trouble you, I will take my time."

Lian Xing said urgently: "No trouble, no trouble."

"I can write." Zheng Cheng'an said such a serious thing, Lian Xing naturally couldn't refuse, not to mention that he took advantage of this matter.

The corners of Zheng Chengan's eyes curled up, and he gave him a nondescript bow with a smile on his face: "Then thank you, Fulang."

Lian Xing's ears were hot, his lips were pursed, his eyes fell on his messy handwriting but flickered, something suddenly flashed in his mind.

He frowned, and wanted to say something, but he paused after glancing at the gentle man in front of him. After a few breaths, he suddenly came back to his senses, and swallowed the words back to his lips.

Lian Xing got up and was about to go out. When he walked to the door, he saw the river fish alive and kicking in the basin. Thinking of what he said just now that he would cook fish himself, it collided with what Eminem said about teaching himself to take care of the housework. His son never cooks. Time flew by countless strange ideas in his mind.

But he just picked up the wooden basin, turned his head and asked with a calm expression, "Does this fish need me to deal with it first?"

Zheng Chengan raised his head and said, "Just clean the scales and internal organs after killing."

In the kitchen, Zheng Cheng'an cut the fish with a flower knife, smeared them with white wine sauce vinegar and various onion and ginger seasonings, and then put the fish on a plate.

At this time, the sun was slowly setting in the sky, and the sky was full of sunset. Shi Li and Father Zheng came back from the field. After washing their hands and feet, Shi Li looked at the stove room, and his eyes widened immediately.

He thought it was Lian Xing who was busy in the kitchen at this time, but he didn't expect it to be his own son.

He knew his son's temper. He was not a hardworking person in the first place. Even though he became much more obedient after losing his memory this time, although it was a bit strange at the time, he felt relieved after thinking that his son was so obedient and cute when he was a child. He thought that maybe it was just that they didn't teach well enough over the years, which made his son paranoid, and even jumped into the river because of Xiaobai.

But cooking, this is the first time for a big girl to sit in a sedan chair!

Mrs. Li looked Zheng Chengan up and down, and said in amazement: "This is the sun coming out from the west, and I can still see you cooking." People in the village never have the idea that men don't cook, and who has it when the farm is busy? He did it when he was free, and Mrs. Li would often push the work of washing dishes and pans to Mrs. Zheng when she was not busy.

Lian Xing was feeding the chickens and ducks in the backyard at this time, and when he heard this from a distance, his heart suddenly arose, for fear that Mrs. Li would be suspicious because of Zheng Chengan's abnormal behavior.

Zheng Chengan replied without raising his head: "It's not because you are too tired to go to the field, so I can help you with something."

Seeing that he was so sensible, Li Shi also laughed, didn't bother with this matter, complimented a few casually, and then went to rest.

Lian Xing had already touched over silently. Seeing this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stroked his chest with his back against the wall: "Fortunately, I didn't find it."

Found what?

Zheng Chengan was about to come out to wash his hands, when he saw Lian Xing who was sticking to the outer wall of the kitchen, and said such strange words, he couldn't help asking, "Fortunately, nothing was found?"

Lian Xing was taken aback, his face became uncomfortable, he hesitated to speak, and finally he hesitated and said: "No, it's nothing." Then he ran away.

Zheng Chengan looked at his flustered back, rubbed his fingertips, thoughtful.

At the dinner table, both Mrs. Li and Zheng's father were full of praise for Zheng Cheng'an's fish, except that Zheng's father was a little flabbergasted at the fact that he stole his liquor without saying hello, everything else was fine.

Only Lian Xing...

Zheng Chengan glanced at the man next to him whose behavior had obviously changed. He buried his face in the porridge bowl and didn't lift his head to pick up a dish with his chopsticks.

Seeing that the meat was about to be eaten up by the other two, Zheng Chengan had no choice but to pick up a chopstick of fish and put it into the Lianxing bowl.

Lian Xing was frightened, and when he saw him, he quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him at all.

Zheng Chengan said helplessly: "Eat first, let's talk after eating, huh?"

Lian Xing felt uneasy and didn't want to "speak any more" at all, but Zheng Chengan was staring straight at him, and he couldn't say a word, so he could only say "um" silently.

After dinner.

The embers left by the meal had already boiled a pot of hot water, and the family used the water to bathe and wipe themselves. Afterwards, they changed into clean clothes, and Zheng Chengan returned to the house.

With an oil lamp burning in the room, Zheng Chengan opened the story book "Zhang Lang Jiang" and read a few pages, but he couldn't read it any longer, and he turned the pages upside down on his face, and heaved a long sigh.

Lian Xing's strange words and behavior always made him a little suspicious, did he discover something?

Did you find something wrong with yourself?

Can you recognize that you have changed?

Then should he admit it?

Or let him beat him to death and deny it, pretending to be crazy?

Or...

Is it all an illusion?

In fact, he hid it pretty well?

At this time, Zheng Cheng'an also felt a little regretful, he knew that he would not speak during the meal.

But he also thought that it would be good if Lian Xing could find out. He had a simple mind. If he didn't let him think about it, but took the initiative to fool him with a few words, maybe he would believe it.

The most important thing now is to know what Lian Xing thinks.

No matter how slow Lian Xing moved, it was already dark and he had to go back to his room.

When he entered the door, he saw Zheng Chengan leaning his head on the edge of the chair, his face covered with books, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was overjoyed, thinking that he could pass today.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Chengan sat up straight when he heard the sound, his eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be asleep at all.

Seeing him dawdling, Zheng Chengan sighed, got up and walked towards him.

He closed the door and said, "Sit down."

His desk is diagonally opposite the door, and the two beds in the room are distributed on both sides of it, but his bed is on the inside, while Lian Xing's bed is closer to the door.

He led Lian Xing to the bed near the door. Lian Xing's bed seemed to be lower than his. When he usually saw it, he was only surprised and didn't think much about it.

The two sat on the edge of the bed together, when the bed suddenly creaked, Zheng Chengan frowned and didn't care.

Zheng Chengan said: "Do you have anything to say?"

Lian Xing was silent, blinking his drooping eyelashes, but the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, without saying a word.

After a long while, Zheng Chengan still couldn't wait for an answer, he sighed and said, "If that's the case, forget it."

Then he wanted to get up, but the hem of his clothes was pulled tightly, and he couldn't stand up at all. Zheng Chengan looked over, and Lian Xing quickly took a deep look at him, and then lowered his eyes, with a look in his eyes that he couldn't understand meaning.

Zheng Chengan asked again in a good temper.

Lian Xing paused, and instead of answering directly, he mustered up the courage to ask: "You should have something to say, right?"

Zheng Cheng'an's heart tightened, he looked into his eyes, Lian Xing didn't dodge or evade, his eyes didn't blink.

He said seriously, slowly, word by word: "I know everything." It was impossible for him to hide so many flaws.

He had an idea after seeing the font today, and he didn't want to say it at first, but Zheng Cheng'an kept pushing him again and again.

Zheng Chengan:!

He didn't expect Lian Xing to be so keen, to guess what happened to him so quickly.

He pursed his lips, intending to deny it.

Lian Xing looked at him with bright eyes: "Are you from the Magic Continent?"

Zheng Chengan: ...

Zheng Chengan:?