husband, he picked it up [farming]

After returning to the house, Fang Mu first took three small sweet potatoes, washed them, peeled them, and cut them into pieces. Then he took out the rice and washed them, put them in a pot with the sweet potatoes and cooked them, and then went to wash.

And Chaoyan has already finished washing first. It is rainy in summer, and the weather is always unpredictable, so the smart farmers rely on the hints given by nature to guess the weather. Just like today, although the rain stopped at night, the weather on the mountain Before the cloud dissipated, it was likely to fall again, so Chaoyan moved the clothes rack outside to the eaves to dry the clothes she just washed last night.

To say that the rain came at a coincidence, just enough to give the farmers who have been busy for a long time a rest.

Chaoyan stood under the house, looking over the foot of the mountain to Changling Mountain.

Changling Mountain, which is shrouded in clouds and mist, is even more mysterious than before.

He just glanced at it, then looked away, bent down and lifted the wooden bucket into the house, where Fang Mu was sitting in front of the stove, with his head bowed and his back bent, stuffing firewood into the stove.

Zhaoyan thought that he was thinking about going to the village yesterday, so she asked aloud: "Brother Mu, will you go to the village after breakfast?"

Apparently Fang Mu thought the same way. He stuffed the firewood into the fire to make the fire stronger, then straightened up and looked at Chaoyan, and introduced Xishui Village: "Xishui Village is a village with a large population. Dongshui Village is also a bit larger, with densely populated residents, few like us. As for the cultivated land outside, most of them belong to the residents on the east side of the village, that is, the surnames Fang, Zeng, and Li, and others They are scattered in several other directions, and the village has a large population, so I won’t repeat them to you one by one, and wait for you to get in touch with them in the future.”

There is nothing wrong with these faces, if Fang Mu wants to say that he will stop him, but he doesn't know him if he says it, isn't it a waste of saliva?

But there was one thing he was curious about: "I never heard you talk about other relatives in the family..."

Fang Mudao: "My father is an only child and has no brothers or sisters. As for my grandfather's generation, there is an uncle, but he moved out of Xishui Village with his children in the early years and lived elsewhere."

Chao Yan nodded.

Speaking of this, Fang Mu asked him: "Uncle Yuan, what are you going to do?" Both of them have reached the point where they are talking about marriage, so there is nothing to worry about.

Chao Yan thought for a while and said, "Look at him."

In just three words, Fang Mu understood what he meant.

After Zeng Yuan pushed people to him that day, he sent ten catties of brown rice to repair the relationship between the two. Obviously he didn't want to offend Chaoyan to death, but he didn't show up once in the past ten days, obviously to maintain the appearance The relationship is good, Fang Mu doesn't know how Chaoyan feels in his heart, but Zeng Yuan, the last person Chaoyan can rely on, treats him like this, even if he is just a cousin and nephew, Chaoyan will be disheartened in that situation At this time, even Chao Yan hated him, Fang Mu could understand.

He looked at Chao Yan, feeling a little funny in his heart, he really didn't believe that they were not a natural couple, they were both left behind, but they also became the other's support.

Then Fang Mu remembered the sorry sentence he said when he saw Chao Yan that day: "Yan Yan, you didn't want to drag me down, where did you want to go?"

Zhao Yan looked at him, thinking that Brother Mu really understood him, so he didn't hide it: "Then I didn't think about it so much, I just wanted to leave here." His tone was very calm, but there was a hint of embarrassment on his face: "It's so shameful, you saved me, but I repay you like this."

Fang Mu sighed secretly, he heard that he planned to take one step at a time, he was very glad that he left him at the beginning, but he was also a little annoyed in his heart, he was totally targeting Zeng Yuan, after all, Fang Mu has not forgiven the other party until now, he got up and left In the past, he stopped in front of Chaoyan, separated half a step away, first looked at him steadily, then raised his hand around Chaoyan's back, pressed his head and pulled him into his arms: "I never I don't think you are a drag."

Chaoyan blushed at first, but the man who ruthlessly woke him up on the bed in the morning, now took the initiative to hug him, and then heard his words, his heart was in a mess: "Brother Mu..."

Fang Mu said quietly: "Before when I was alone, I always felt that life was nothing more than this. I didn't think it was a big deal, but since I had you at home, I realized that I wanted someone to accompany me. Yanyan, your appearance is a good thing for me."

Fang Mu wasn't saying nice words to appease Chaoyan, if Chaoyan knew him earlier or got along with him in another capacity, he would find that Fang Mu was full of vitality on the outside, but decayed on the inside.

But the first thing he saw was a gentle, considerate and kind Fang Mu, so he ignored many things.

For example, although being a merchant is hard work, it is a job that earns money, and Fang Mu has been doing it for so many years. Why does he still live in this dilapidated house, and why is he still alone even though he has reached the crown?

Is Fangmu bad?Not really.

why?

It is because Fang Mu does not reject, but never takes the initiative.

He seems to be living in a step-by-step manner, and he will accomplish what he should do every day until the day when his life comes to an end.

Chaoyan closed her misty eyes, leaned her face on his shoulder, wrapped her hands around his back, did not speak, but expressed her heart fully.

Fang Mu hugged him, gently stroking his back with his hand, and also conveyed his heart.

The two leaned on each other silently for a long while, and Chaoyan sniffed, and left his arms voluntarily, saying in a hoarse voice, "The porridge is ready, let's eat."

Fang Mu raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his eyelashes, and hummed: "Go wash the dishes."

Chaoyan nodded and went to get the bowl.

Fang Mu went back to the stove, took out the unfinished firewood, and stirred the already cooked sweet potato porridge with a spoon, and waited for Chaoyan to bring bowls, then served them separately, and the two of them ate together. Late breakfast.

After breakfast and washing the dishes, Fang Mu asked Chao Yan to lock the door and take him to the village.

A rain last night trapped all the laborers in the village at home, and everyone was idle and bored, except for the old women and women who were working at home, the old men or strong men hung around the door and chatted.

When Fang Mu took Chaoyan from the dirt road to the entrance of the village and entered further, he passed a building, which was three or five rooms connected side by side, and there was an open space in front, and introduced to Chaoyan: "This It is the council hall of the village. If there is any important event, the village head will hold a meeting here. Can you see the square in front? Who in the village has weddings and funerals, and when the family can't entertain so many guests, they will put the banquet here. Occasionally, someone invites an opera troupe to come here to set up a stage to sing, and when we meet next time, we will watch it together."

Chaoyan secretly remembers, while looking forward to the day when we will watch the theater together in the future.

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The author has something to say:

Fang Mu before meeting Chaoyan: I don't have those worldly desires

Fang Mu after meeting Chaoyan: My wife is really fragrant

Fang Mu is actually a bit sad, he and Yan Yanzhen are running in two directions, again, two-way yyds.