Live a Good Life with the Villain Husband [Transmigration Book]

I don't know how long it has passed, but the indifferent person in front of him finally moved. Seeing him slowly knelt down on one knee, Gu Nansong quickly opened his eyes a little wider.

As expected, there was no special expression on this face, which made him feel a little disappointed.

"Gu Nansong..."

Yi Hanchen called softly, his tone unprecedentedly calm, but Gu Nansong could clearly hear the bewilderment inside.

His cold face was touched lightly.

Gu Nansong couldn't help but flinched, thinking that this person's fingertips were actually colder than a person who had bled more than half of his body, and looking at his face, it was almost as white as the surrounding snow.

When they got close, there was a bit of bewilderment in those eyes...

What a surprise!Such emotions would actually appear on Yi Hanchen's body.

The temperature under Yi Hanchen's hands became colder and colder. He could clearly feel the passing of Gu Nansong's life. Facing this situation, he didn't know what to do or how to react. It was too strange to him, unable to control himself and suppress like before, he could only let a heavy that suffocated him envelop his whole body.

His hands passed through Gu Nansong's body, and he couldn't hug this small body.

When it fell down feebly, its fingers were suddenly grabbed by a skinny little hand.

Yi Han lowered his eyes, and heard a muffled murmur: "Leng...cold..."

However, what was colder was the heart that gradually became silent.

"If you die, you won't be cold anymore."

Gu Nansong: "..."

Suddenly the blood pressure soared, and the blood gushed out a little more.

If it weren't for this play, I would have to play a full set!He really wanted to jump up and spray a mouthful of blood on this inhumanly handsome face.

Listen, is this a human speech? !

Did someone let another person die quickly when facing a cruel life and death?

Gu Nansong took a deep breath, feeling completely chilled.

Tired, this world is not worth it.

Letting go of Yi Hanshen's fingers, Gu Nansong closed his eyes, waiting hopelessly for the next key scene.

The sound of the wind and the rustling of falling snow became very clear.

Gu Nansong felt the gradual thickening of the coldness on his body, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Back then there was no Yi Hanshen, nor did Gu Nansong have a mature consciousness at this time. He was just a child who didn't understand and wanted to survive on his own. He survived every accident, but this time he was the closest to death. This time, he didn't feel scared, nor did he feel despair, but just felt cold, bitingly cold.

"Gu Nansong..."

A hoarse call pierced his ears.

Gu Nansong closed his eyes tightly, and murmured in his heart - do you know how to call a name? !This level of speech is really not as good as him who jumped out word by word.

"It won't be cold anymore..."

My heart moved, and I couldn't help pricking up my ears to listen carefully.

"No more starvation, no more accidents."

"If you're dead, everything you've endured now will pass, and you still have a chance..."

Gu Nansong was a little dumbfounded.

It’s okay for Yi Han to comfort others with a lifeless face, the content is so clear, if he is not clear-headed, how can this seven or eight-year-old kid understand such profound things, but it’s a pity, he In the previous life, he really didn't die at this time.

In a world so quiet that only wind and snow could be heard, there was suddenly the sound of clear and steady footsteps.

Yi Han Shen turned his head to look.

A man came from outside the village.

Wearing a short white down jacket, a pair of black cotton trousers and a pair of short cotton boots, he looks so fashionable that he is from the city, but when you look up the clothes and see the appearance, you are a little surprised , This is an old man, wearing a big cotton cap with ears covered, and a woolen scarf covering most of his face, but the long white beard came out and swayed constantly with the wind.

A pair of eyes are calm and broad, as if they can see the vicissitudes of life.

He walked to Gu Nansong's side and looked at it quietly for a while, finally bent down and hugged him with a sigh of pity.

Yi Han's hand that was going to stop passed through the two of them, he was slightly stunned, and a few guesses flashed through his mind, looking at the back of the old man who turned and left, he didn't know whether he was lucky or disappointed, he was in a daze for a short time He didn't keep up, and when he came back to his senses, the old man had already disappeared into the raging snowstorm with Gu Nansong, and it was difficult to discern the trace.

But the sigh in the wind has not completely dissipated.

Yi Han listened carefully.

It was the vicissitudes of the old man's voice, he said: "The way of heaven is ruthless, but the way of heaven is merciful..."

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"what is this?"

"Is this delicious? What does it taste like?"

"What's the use of this thing?"

"Why can they go to school but I can't?"

"Why can't the children in Qianshan play with me?"

"why why why……"

Yi Han frowned tightly, almost unable to bear the torture of a hundred thousand whys in his ears for a long time.

I don’t know if it’s because no one taught me how to speak before the age of eight or nine, and no one accompanied me to speak. Now that I can speak fluently and express my meaning clearly, Gu Nansong never stops talking. He twitters, and can talk to himself for a day even when he is not seen.

The sleeves were pulled.

He cast it coldly.

Those eyes full of thirst for knowledge were looking at him intently and expectantly.

Gu Nansong's mantra that came to his mouth was swallowed abruptly by him, and he was stuck in his chest for a while and panicked, his eyes fell on the book held in the young man's hand with a bit of impatience, and he didn't care about it. I know what the old man thinks, the books he sent are various, ranging from astronomy and geography, classics and science, to children's comics, home cooking teaching, if you have this spare time, it is better to send the teenagers to school, there will be teachers to teach, even if you don't If you send them to school, you can also teach the children yourself. He saw that there was a Taoist temple in front of the mountain, and there were about a dozen children in the temple. Nansong treats it differently.

It is indeed strange to say.

He originally thought that the old man should let Gu Nansong live a normal life after rescuing Gu Nansong, but apart from food and clothing, nothing else can be considered normal.

His eyes swept across the small room.

This is a brick and tile house in the back mountain. Although it is small, it has everything you need. It is a hundred times better than the dilapidated house in the village.

It's just that since coming to this place, Gu Nansong seems to have been imprisoned in disguise.

You can't go down the mountain, and you can't follow the path in front of the door to the Taoist temple in front of the mountain. You can only move around within a certain range outside the house. Someone will deliver food and food regularly. What Gu Nansong needs to do is to study hard in this room. live on.

Yi Hanchen didn't see Gu Nansong's living conditions in the past few years, and he didn't know what the old man's purpose was to do so, but in the past few days, Gu Nansong was not only restricted in his movements, but was even forbidden to contact outsiders Well, the people who brought the things over secretly put the things in front of the gate outside the courtyard in the middle of the night when everyone was already asleep.

Once, he hoped that Gu Nansong would die in a disaster and abandon this hopeless world.

Now, Gu Nansong is given hope in despair again and again, but is abandoned in another way by the world that left him.

His heart was tight and painful, Yi Han subconsciously sullen his face, not knowing why he was inexplicably angry.

There was a little tugging force on the arm again.

Turning around, Gu Nansong was still looking at him eagerly.

"what is this?"

The finger points to a picture on the book.

It was only now that Yi Hanchen could see clearly that what Gu Nansong was holding in his hand was the cooking book of home cooking, and he was turning to the page of sweet and sour pork ribs. The ribs in the picture were dark red and shiny, decorated with a few white sesame seeds. coveted.

Yi Han glanced at the writing on it, it didn't say "sweet and sour pork ribs" clearly.

Gu Nansong may be able to read now, so there is no need to ask him, but his curious big eyes are still fixed on him, and he seems to want him to speak more than to solve the puzzle.

Yi Hanshen opened his mouth, and replied coldly, "Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Gu Nansong thought for a while: "What's the smell?"

Yi Han Shen: "Sweet, sour, a little salty."

Gu Nansong's eyes widened in confusion: "So many flavors?"

Yi Hanshen: "Yes."

Gu Nansong hesitated: "Is that delicious?"

Yi Han said bluntly, "It's not delicious."

"Oh..." Seeing people lost, he couldn't help but think of the adult version of Gu Nansong.

Whether in the ancestral home or outside, if there is no hot pot, then this sweet and sour pork ribs is a dish that frequently appears on the table, so he added: "You should like it."

Gu Nansong's eyes lit up, he picked up the book and stood up, enthusiastically: "Then let's make this dish today."

Yi Han watched him rushing towards the door, got up and followed him out.

Gu Nansong probably learned how to cook during this period of time.

A small kitchen was set up outside the house, the ribs were ready-made, and the seasonings were also prepared. After washing his hands, Gu Nansong rolled up his sleeves and started cooking. After a while of clanging, a plate of steaming sweet and sour pork ribs came out of the pot , just as the rice was ready, Gu Nansong cooked another bowl of ordinary cabbage soup, and after serving the two bowls of rice, Yi Hanchen did not move.

He doesn't feel hungry, so he doesn't have to eat.

His eyes fell on the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table.

The color looks a bit duller than the retouched one in the picture, and it should be considered a success overall.

Gu Nansong gnawed on the ribs in satisfaction, stuffed two mouthfuls of rice, and looked up to see that Yi Hanchen hadn't eaten. After thinking about it, he put a piece in the bowl for him, and urged him expectantly, "Try it?"

Yi Han frowned subconsciously.

He doesn't like to eat such sweet and sour things.

The atmosphere cooled down for a while, Gu Nansong's joyful expression gradually faded away, he raised his bowl and buried his head in digging rice to cover up his disappointment, Yi Han looked over, he suddenly raised his head again, and forced a smile at him: "No It’s fine if you like it, give it to me, don’t waste it, I’ll just eat it.”

The chopsticks lightly blocked Gu Nansong's movements.

Yi Hanchen picked up the pork ribs in the bowl, hesitated for a while, and put it into his mouth.

Frowning, he swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty, and opened his mouth in the boy's expectant eyes: "Did you put sugar?"