Wearing a book to save Ma Wencai

Ma Wencai was startled, and kept struggling with his hands, trying to move them away without hurting her with extremely light movements.

"How is it? Are you warm?" Zhu Hanzhang only held his hand tightly, staring at him with round eyes, with an expression begging for praise.

The warmth from the fingertips slowly spread to all parts of the body along the palm of the hand.Marvin's stiff body slowly became warmer.He sighed silently and calmed down, "Very good, very warm."

Zhu Hanzhang squatted on the ground, with Ma Wencai's hands sticking to her face.I haven't seen each other for several months, and both of them have lost weight.The hot steam from the soup on the table curled up, and layers of smoke rose around the two of them.The candlelight of the lampstand in the room swayed from side to side, exuding a touch of warmth.

"You—" Zhu Hanzhang was about to ask why he crossed from the south to the north when he was blocked by the coldness that fell from the sky.

Zhu Hanzhang's mind went blank, and compared to the shallow kiss last time, this time it was deeper.She followed Ma Wencai's every move uncontrollably.She could clearly feel that this man's tongue forcefully pried open the white teeth, nimbly drilled into her mouth, and invaded her breath with his exclusive pine fragrance.

The candlelight reflected the figures of the two people on the wall, and as the candlelight flickered, the breathing of the two people intertwined.Reflected on the wall are the shadows of a pair of long-haired bi-persons getting together and staying together for a long time.

After a long time, when Zhu Hanzhang was almost suffocating, Ma Wen stopped.

His hand moved from her cheek to her head at some point, and he stared at Zhu Hanzhang with satisfaction.He was not angry now, and although he had written at least thirty letters, and the man had not answered a single one, which frightened him, he was not angry at all now.

He smiled narrowly: "Didn't I say stay away from me?"

Zhu Hanzhang slowly regained consciousness, she did not speak.Now her mouth is full of the cold scent of cedar, she took a sharp breath, "Hiss——"

"Miss, miss—" Xiao Tao ran in comfortably.

As if nothing had happened, Ma Wencai picked up the soup on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Under Xiaotao's shout, Zhu Hanzhang tried to stand up, but staggered because he had been squatting on the ground for too long.Ma Wencai quickly supported her waist and locked her in his arms.

Looking at this scene, Xiaotao was so shocked that she couldn't control her decibels, "What are you doing!"

Zhu Hanzhang stood for a while leaning on the table in embarrassment, pulled out a considerate smile, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Tao looked back and forth between the two of them with puzzled eyes, "One of the ever-burning lights from the neighbor's house flew halfway through the air and landed in our yard."

"and then?"

"Then the owner of the Everlasting Lantern is now preparing to come and pick it up."

"Oh? Then you give them back."

"I still have to pay it back, but—" Xiaotao hesitated, "The kids next door saw the persimmon lamp in our yard and shouted that they liked it."

"If you like it, give him one," Zhu Hanzhang was not stingy, if the child likes it, just give him a few.

Xiao Tao still hesitated, "Miss, you should come out and see for yourself."

Zhu Hanzhang was confused by Xiaotao's abnormal attitude, so he had to go out obediently.

There was a family of four standing in the yard, the head of the man was imposing, gentle and graceful.The wife next to him is as gentle as water, holding a son and a daughter in each hand.

Seeing her coming out, the man saluted with fists, and introduced himself: "In Xia Xin Boyang, I brought my wife Zhu Shite to see her. The lamp that my son put on earlier accidentally fell into the girl's courtyard. I hope the girl will forgive me for disturbing her."

Zhu Hanzhang returned the gift, "For small things, I will forgive you."

Ma Wencai happened to follow behind Zhu Hanzhang, the two were golden boys and jade girls, Xin Boyang misunderstood, and said elegantly: "Now it seems that I am disturbing the two of you."

Ma Wencai got rid of his previous rogue appearance, and said politely: "There is no need to bother or not, just make fun of it."

Zhu Hanzhang and Xin Boyang were courteous back and forth, which made the children in the yard anxious.

The little girl broke free from her mother's hand, trotted to Zhu Hanzhang, held her skirt timidly, and said softly, "Sister, that, can I exchange the persimmon lamp in your yard with the ever-burning lamp?"

"Of course." For innocent children, most people will have a soft-hearted attitude.

After getting the consent, the little girl happily shouted to her twin brother, "Brother, sister agreed."

"Idiot," the boy looked at her with disgust, but when he saw his sister running towards him, he couldn't help reminding, "Slow down, don't fall."

"Got it," the girl took the ever-burning lantern from the boy's hand and gave it to Zhu Hanzhang in exchange for the persimmon lantern hanging on the tree.

During this period, Xin Boyang had already picked up the lamp that fell in the courtyard, and just looked at it without saying a word.

Zhu Hanzhang stared naked at the extinguished lamp. She became interested in the wish on it. She was wondering what the wish was. An ever-burning lamp is not enough to bear its weight.

what is it then?Really want to know.

Xin Boyang saw through her thoughts and didn't hide it. He said with a wry smile, "It's about a hundred years of prosperity and national power. Probably these words carry too much weight, and it's difficult to find one..."

A hundred years of prosperity, this is true.It is really difficult to put almost all the people on this light and ever-burning lamp.

Ma Wencai was young, with a bit of arrogance, "Rather than relying on an ever-burning lamp to protect the country, it is better to rely on ourselves."

Xin Boyang looked at Ma Wencai complicatedly. He was weak in humanities, not more than twenty, with the wind and snow on his thin shoulders, and a firm look in his eyes.Talking about a childish and touching person at a young age, people can't help but be moved.

He disapproved of the young man's unrestrained words, but he also missed the unruly nature of this age. The original frown and melancholy were swept away, "Young master is right."

Zhu Hanzhang recalled the situation and character of Ma Wencai in the original text of "The Butterfly Lovers", and couldn't help but compare with it.After so long, she still can't get used to the opposite difference between Ma Fo-nian and the mean and cunning image in the book.

"Brother," the girl took off a persimmon lamp and showed it triumphantly in front of the boy, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The boy is very arrogant, "average."

Having said that, he took a few steps forward, stood in front of Zhu Hanzhang, looked up at her, and said indifferently and politely, "Hi, may I ask you how to make this persimmon lamp?"

The boy was so abrupt that his parents were also surprised.

"of course can."

Zhu Hanzhang’s persimmon lamp is very compact. The thin bamboo strips used to make the lantern are wrapped around the lantern to form a disc shape, and a petite candle wick is placed on it.The lamp paper outside is specially added some persimmon juice in the process of grinding paper paste, so that it has the color and aroma of persimmon.What makes it so brilliant is that its lamp paper will show subtle rays of light under the candlelight.

Zhu Hanzhang handed over the making of the persimmon lamp to the boy without hesitation.

Xin Boyang looked at this practice and praised: "Madam's craftsmanship is really ingenious."

Zhu Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, and wanted to explain Xin Boyang's statement that she and Ma Wencai had misunderstood her and Ma Wencai as a family, but Ma Wencai took the lead. Hands have always been good. Especially cooking, cracking walnuts and hiding things."

Zhu Hanzhang: I suspect that you are implicating me, but I have no evidence.

After the Xin family couple left, Zhu Hanzhang held the ever-burning lamp in one hand and touched his bud head with the other, muttering to himself: "Is my hairstyle similar to that of a woman?"

Ma Wencai answered the words indifferently: "Maybe we are a good couple."