A little sweet through the fragrant

Ye Hu and his wife agreed with Ye Cunshan's idea, and they were very enthusiastic when they entertained them, and they picked a basket of vegetables for them after eating.

The ones grown at home are not worth much in the village, but they can be sold for some copper coins in the county.

On the way home, the couple discussed that when Xiaohu went to the county, they had to buy him a small gift.

Yun Cheng said, "Let me embroider a cute tiger pendant for him."

In the previous year's market, Liu Sanyue wanted it, asked the price, thought it was too expensive, and didn't want it.

Ye Cunshan didn't agree, "The lady in the hall has a strong personality, this meal is worthless in her eyes, and she knows the price of your pendant, so she has to return the gift when she accepts it."

He and Yuncheng have no children yet, so it's not easy to repay the gift.

Yuncheng just listened to Ye Cunshan, and just bought some snacks and pastries for the children.

Don't dare to waste time in the afternoon, Ye Cunshan has to make up two days of homework.

I came back yesterday to be busy, and it took a long time to bake my hair at night, so I have to mend it together today.

Yuncheng only heard why Ye Cunshan embarked on the road of studying, and he was so determined to save money to study.

It was the time when I felt the most distressed for him, and I was very supportive of it.

In the afternoon, he circled around the stove, serving tea for a while, and frying steamed buns for a while——Yuncheng only knows this little snack now.

When the middle is empty, he also has a sense of presence, sitting opposite Ye Cunshan, writing and drawing on paper.

This season is still cold, and there is no warm table at home, so we have to sit by the stove to warm up.

A small stove was moved by Yuncheng, saying, "I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

Ye Cunshan was puzzled, "You are the most affecting my study."

A question mark slowly appeared on Yuncheng's head, "What did you say?"

After Ye Cunshan finished speaking, he realized that the words were very ambiguous. Fearing that Yuncheng would run away in anger, he stretched out his hand and dragged him to sit on his lap, with one arm around his waist, so that Yuncheng could not run away.

Ye Cunshan said: "I mean, I can't concentrate on reading with you dangling in front of my eyes."

Yun Cheng narrowed his eyes.

He looks beautiful and bright, usually soft and good tempered.

When he showed his eyes wanting to kill someone alone, the fierce force directly poked Ye Cunshan's heart.

Ye Cunshan was very polite.

The reaction given was to push him.

The knife in Yuncheng's eyes was gone, and he was still being laughed at.

Yuncheng asked him to let go, "What are you laughing at? I'm treating you well, you don't appreciate it, and you still say that about me."

"You know what I mean." Ye Cunshan rested his chin on his shoulder, and he could smell the faint fragrance from Yuncheng's body, which was the fragrance of bamboo.

Bamboo incense is made into a bamboo tube. This is not a high-end spice, and its durability is limited.

Put it in a sachet, you can't use it up once, and put the rest in the closet.

The clothes of the two of them were put in a cabinet, and after a long time, the clothes were also stained with bamboo fragrance.

Even Ye Cunshan himself couldn't tell whether the fragrance came from his clothes or his body.

But there is no doubt that Yuncheng has his bamboo fragrance on him, which is very attractive.

Yun Cheng had a feeling, he didn't dare to move, and his mouth was not forgiving, "What do I know? You have poor concentration, and you blame me for seducing you? Where did you come from?"

When writing in a novel, do you know that you will be called a dog man?

Ye Cunshan wanted to correct his wording, it was not seduce, but attract.

Knowing that Yuncheng is by his side, he can hear noises, smell smells, see people, touch them with a little movement, how can he meditate?

Yun Cheng didn't do anything, but he could bear it.

Yun Cheng wanted to be nice to him, and his sense of existence multiplied, how could he bear it?

But a certain point in my heart seemed to be stepped on.

The way Yuncheng looked when he said "seduce", reminded Ye Cunshan of the day he put rouge on Yuncheng for the first time, his husband's cheeks were dizzy and the corners of his eyes were blush, it was really seductive.

Ye Cunshan was distracted, glanced at the planner, estimated the time, and it was too late to play around for a while, so he put aside his homework, first relieved his greed, and then he could not worry about it, and went to study without distraction.

He asked Yuncheng: "Did you bring a rouge eyebrow pencil? I heard from Cunyin that I gave you a box of pearl powder? Show me it."

Yun Cheng knew him so well, he could tell what he wanted when his eyes drifted away.

"Do you want to see me put on rouge, or do you want to clean me up?"

Ye Cunshan smiled lowly, "You who cleaned up and put on rouge."

He hasn't bought lip balm yet, the money in and out of his pocket is fast, and he is so busy that he doesn't take time off.

When I have free time, I take Yuncheng to buy books.

He asked Yuncheng, "Did you bring the book back?"

Yun Cheng pinched his waist, "How could it be possible to bring it back? We have business to do when we go home, and we're not here for our honeymoon."

Yun Cheng turned his head to look at the sky outside, his ear touched Ye Cunshan's lips inadvertently, and he was bitten lightly, making him tremble.

He is not a very shy person, so he gave Ye Cunshan and himself a step down, "Do you still remember the content? I want to test you."

After learning, I practiced it that day.

After a few days of studying, if I want to check the learning situation, I will just switch from the kang in the county to the kang in the village.

It was the first time it was making noise before it was dark, and Yun Cheng was paying attention to the outside, and even the slightest noise made him nervous.

When Ye Cunshan found this out, he got interested, deliberately said that Yuncheng's performance was not good, and asked him who he was afraid of coming, and guess who would come, Yuncheng was so angry that he cried in the end.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be afraid!"

My husband is crying, do you want to coax someone to score?

At least at this time, Ye Cunshan is not coaxing.

When wiping the tears, the temperature of the fingertips was scorching, and when kissing the tears away, I also wished to leave hickey marks on his face.

At the end, Yuncheng confided in his heart, "I shouldn't love you today."

He might as well feel sorry for himself.

Ye Cunshan is willing to coax people at the moment, and while holding him tenderly, he said: "Actually, it would be good to finish it earlier. It's early and you can take a bath."

In the past, I could only wipe my body when I was noisy at night. Where can I find hot water to take a bath?I am also afraid that the noise will disturb the neighbors, and I will not be able to go out to meet people in the future.

Yun Cheng got some comfort.

When he finished eating, he didn't care about it, Ye Cunshan still had to settle the score with him, "Why do you love me?"

Yuncheng didn't want to say it.

This thing, you can only rest assured.

If you want to say, you can only communicate in text, with a few cute emoticons attached, which can bring over the embarrassment of not being good at expressing.

In person, he always felt very embarrassed.

Ye Cunshan insisted on asking, but Yun Cheng said, "I feel sorry for you studying late."

Yun Cheng knew about the fact that he was late at school, and it was not today that he felt sorry for him.

Ye Cunshan thought for a while, and realized.

He wanted to kiss Yuncheng again, thinking that Yuncheng recruited people everywhere.

"Because of what I said about the pier?"

Yun Cheng was still not at ease, so he nodded sullenly.

This time when he returned home, Ye Cunshan filled a jar of Taoyuan wine in a small jar and came back.

When my thoughts drifted away, I unconsciously drank a few more glasses.

In the end, even though I was not drunk, but because my mind was affected, I brought some rectum from when I was drunk.

"You will feel sorry for me because of this?"

Yuncheng felt ashamed that his thoughts were being shared. After nodding his head, Ye Cunshan asked again as if he didn't believe it.

Yuncheng nodded again, still dissatisfied, "What's wrong with loving you? You are my man, so I can't feel sorry for you?"

So Ye Cunshan's brain became straight, and he drank another glass of wine, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Compared with ordinary scholars, his mind is rough and big, and he is meticulous and not emotionally sensitive. Many things that will make others emotionally collapse make him look so sentimental.

But he would not say that everyone has different tolerance, so there is nothing to say.

Growing up in such an environment, he has an independent personality, and he went through some things safely.

Up to now, let alone how good he is, at least he can rank among his peers in the village and among his classmates in the county.

But this is amazing, no one said it, he didn't feel it.

After being told by Yun Cheng, his heart melted.

There was also an inexplicable surge of emotions that he couldn't grasp.

It seems that at a certain period, at a certain stage, he was really wronged in his heart.

Ye Cunshan shook his head and poured another glass of wine.

Wronged fart, idle.

Yun Cheng sat next to him and didn't dare to say anything for a long time, thinking that some words stepped on Ye Cunshan's sore spot.

Watching him drink cup after cup, drinking endlessly, Yuncheng finally realized something was wrong.

"Ye Xiaoshan."

Ye Cunshan looked sideways at him.

Disliked that he couldn't see clearly from this angle, he changed his sitting position, sat facing Yun Cheng, and looked straight at him, "Yes."

Yun Cheng: "...Are you drunk?"

Ye Cunshan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Yun Cheng understood, "What were you thinking just now?"

Ye Cunshan's mind is a bit dull, and the feeling of grievance that was denied before has never been forgotten in his heart, so he ignited a fire. Even though it is difficult for him these years, he doesn't know where the road ahead will go. Will he follow many people? Like a gray-haired old man who is still taking the exam, with no hope for the future, he still stepped into this imperial examination field that is said to be able to leap into the dragon's gate, but is actually one in a million.

He said, "I want people to look up to me."

And said: "Thinking of you."

But after the pier, when he was out of town, he never told Yuncheng what he encountered.

Yuncheng didn't know if he would have memories after he woke up, and he didn't dare to ask more because he was afraid that there would be a gap between the husband and wife.

He wanted to wash the dishes after dinner, but Ye Cunshan didn't let him move, and his tone of voice was still dull, but his words were very direct, which made Yuncheng want to beat him.

"You've been tossing hard today. I don't think you're walking properly. Go and rest."

Yun Cheng glared at him.

Ye Cunshan was innocent, "Isn't it?"

Yun Cheng took a deep breath.

Forget it.

Not as knowledgeable as a little drunk.

There is no kang table at home. When they are in the mountains, they still sleep in separate rooms. Ye Cunshan will study on the simple desk in the corner.

Whether it is cold or hot, I will not lie on the kang to relax my spirit.

And there is a kang table in the county, and Yuncheng even made him a warming table. Ye Cunshan didn't say anything about it before, but today he suddenly felt that it was cold to study down there, and he didn't have a husband to accompany him, so he said to Yuncheng, "You really love me."

Yuncheng's distressed emotions have been diluted, and he just wants to laugh at him, this smile is gentle and gentle.

It's a pity that there is no camera, otherwise it will be a good memory after taking pictures.

He took a pen and paper, gathered the quilt, separated a wooden board, and drew a sketch, trying to write down today's scene.

But Ye Cunshan had a lot to say, so he didn't have time to write.

In the end, the speed of Yuncheng floated up, no matter how simple it was, some memorized key words in Chinese characters, and some memorized brief English words.

Before it was finished, he found that Ye Cunshan's emotional exposure became more and more obvious.

For example: "Did you really not remember what you forgot?"

Ye Cunshan has repeated it seven times.

Yuncheng responded with "what", "guess", "what do you think", this is a perfunctory attitude in rushing to the draft.

Ye Cunshan was quite dissatisfied.

It is said that the matter is only three, he reincarnated Yuncheng with two threes, and Yuncheng could continue to perfunctory him for the seventh time.

He was angry.

Hei Zhuangzhuang, a man, walked towards the head of the bed so aggressively that Yun Cheng's pen was so frightened that he dropped it.

But Ye Cunshan pointed to the red envelope on his forehead and said, "Didn't you want to keep it for you? I kept it and you forgot?"

Yun Cheng: "..."

Squeezing acne, it also depends on mood.

When I want to decompress, my hands itch.

Last time, I felt the freshness of seeing Ye Cunshan get acne for the first time.

It has been a few days, and he is in a good mood seeing Yun Renyi's family is not going well, and Ye Da is suffering at the hands of Ye Cunshan.

How can I remember acne.

But it can't be said that Ye Cunshan wants to clean him up.

When he was drunk, Ye Cunshan had his own logic. His small body couldn't bear to be tossed twice a day, so Ma Liuer quibbled: "How could I forget? Didn't I see that you were studying?"

Ye Cunshan: "You didn't ask during the day."

Yun Cheng was stubborn and continued to argue, "You took me to dinner twice during the day."

Never mentioning the mess in the afternoon.

Ye Cunshan sat by the bed, took the handkerchief from Yuncheng's bag, tilted his body, as if touching porcelain, and poured it on Yuncheng's lap through the quilt.

"Squeeze me."

On the quilt, there is also a draft of the manga that Yuncheng drew just now.

Ye Cunshan has no mercy, others are more serious, and the manuscript is crumpled under the pressure.

Yun Cheng's hands were itchy.

Squeeze your pimples, don't you cry.

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