After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Han Songben thought that Dong Chuanlin would be a coward for a few more days, so he had no choice but to answer whether he would accept the kindness of the shopkeeper of the medicine store.

Unexpectedly, the next afternoon, when he was busy in the vegetable field, he ran over and said that he had figured it out and wanted to take the opportunity to give it a try.

Han Song wondered, yesterday he was wondering if it was a scam, why did he figure it out after a day of not seeing each other?Could it be that when he stayed at home to work today, his conscience was disturbed by Dong Bo's lecture?

Dong Chuanlin rolled his eyes after hearing Han Song's messy guess.

"I understand now. I'm just a donkey in your heart, the kind who can only take a step with a whip."

Just when Dong Chuanlin thought he was going to refute righteously and praise him by the way, he said solemnly.

"It's not as exaggerated as a donkey, but it's about the same. It seems that your understanding of yourself is quite high, not bad."

Dong Chuanlin had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and it was too exaggerated to spit it out, but he was unwilling to swallow it.He is becoming more and more proficient in the skill of slapping and giving a sweet date.

He plucked a dog's tail grass, repeated the movement of winding and loosening his fingers, nodded and lowered his eyebrows to cover the look in his eyes, trying to make his voice lighter.

"I just figured it out. Didn't you say yesterday that this is a good opportunity for me to think about it? Now that I have thought about it clearly, you are not happy?"

The bristlegrass in his hand became more and more deformed and wrinkled.

Han Song stopped what he was doing and said solemnly, "I'll be happy if you really figured it out, but I won't be happy if you just compromise."

One sentence touched his heart, and Dong Chuanlin's smile froze. He squatted down and pretended to pull weeds, and answered heartlessly.

"Hey, look at what you said, could it be that my handsome face has the words "begging for forgiveness" written on it? I'm not that stupid."

Although it was true that he agreed due to external pressure, it would be too embarrassing to say it so obviously, it seems that he is a brainless person who has lived a whole life.

Being able to laugh out loud means that you can live on, Han Song let go of his hanging heart, and joked back in his tone.

"Yes, yes, you are the smartest, you must have given the answer after careful consideration, right?"

Dong Chuanlin raised his chin proudly, "Of course!"

After joking with each other for a while, they continued to work. Han Song removed the dry bean seedlings and pulled out the thin bamboo used as a support.Dong Chuanlin helped to arrange the bamboos to the ridges of the fields.

The row of soil where beans were originally planted was sorted out, and the large spinach that was picked out was planted, and then watered and irrigated to complete the work.

On the way home, Han Song was carrying a handful of old thin bamboo, and Dong Chuanlin was holding a hoe.

"Have you talked to your family?"

The ridge of the field was too narrow for two people to walk side by side. Fortunately, Han Song's voice was loud and clear, and he could hear it clearly.

Due to the power of the thin bamboo, Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to follow too closely, and he was afraid that Han Song would not hear him, so he spoke a little loudly.

"Not yet, I'll come to you immediately after I think it over, and I'll talk to them when I go back tonight!"

There was a sense of hoarseness in the young man's words, but Han Song actually laughed out loud, as if there was a softness in his heart saying: Look, what a youthful and sunny person, so silly and cute.

Walking out of the contiguous vegetable field, the road became more open, and Dong Chuanlin caught up with him in small steps.

Although he had already made up his mind to go to Yicaotang, his heart was still beating a little, and he felt uneasy and apprehensive all at the same time.

A few minutes ago, the youthful and sunny boy became indecisive, whispering with a feeling of seeking comfort.

"It's a pity that Qingzhou City is too far away, it will take a long time to go home..."

Han Song slowed down and asked, "Isn't it quite adaptable to learn woodcarving and not go home for a month?"

"That's the way I know to go home. I know that you and my elder brother will set up stalls in the market not far away every day. I know that you will come to see me if you miss me! I have never been to Qingzhou City, and I want to sneak home I don't know which way to go, you have your own lives, and you definitely won't come to see me from afar..."

A series of words were woven into a play in Han Song's mind, and the loss of the boy's last voice created a picture of going away to study, missing relatives and friends but having difficulty seeing each other.

Han Song thought of the feeling of wanting to see each other but never parting when he went to the cemetery to remember his parents every Qingming every year in modern times, and the words of the boy invaded his mind instantly.

"Did you love home so much before?"

Mentioning this, Dong Chuanlin couldn't help sighing and said: "No, I used to be very happy. I work in the ends of the earth, and the hotel is my home. I don't know what's wrong. After coming here, I seem to have lost my IQ and courage. Tuo is just a fool, and the questions he thinks are extremely childish."

I thought I could go back to my youth and make a big splash, but I didn't expect it to be a crushing defeat, and the character design collapsed before it stood up.

Han Song smiled, "Just be a fool, it's easy to get old after thinking so much."

Dong Chuanlin raised his brows and asked slyly: "Will you be as old as you?" After dismantling the stage, he ran to the front jokingly, not forgetting to turn his head and make an annoying face.

Laughing and playing all the way, the two saw Man Ying very close to Han's house.

She stood under the big pagoda tree and paced back and forth, looking anxious. When she saw Han Song, she was immediately in high spirits, and ran over with a smile on her skirt.

Manying couldn't restrain her joy, and looked at Han Song affectionately with a wide smile, even though the other party kept avoiding her eyes, very cold.

After a stalemate for a while, he stingily selected one from the affectionate eyes and gave it to Dong Chuanlin, and told him to get out with a gentle tone.

"Stop." Han Song grabbed the light bulb that was about to slip away with one sentence, and said flatly: "Chuan Lin is not an outsider, so don't avoid it. If you have something to say, just say it."

It's not right to stand there and walk, or not to walk, Dong Chuanlin wants to cry but has no tears, and keeps his mouth shut to minimize the sense of existence.This kind of love-hate relationship between a man and a woman is constantly arguing and still chaotic. It's better for him, this little guy, to stay out of it.

"Brother Song, do you have to be so ruthless?" The smile full of joy faded away, and a dry smile was squeezed out to cover up embarrassment.

Han Song was unmoved by the charming woman who was about to cry, and still had a stinky face: "It's nothing, we are still in a hurry to go home, let's take a step first."

"I said! I said it's okay." Manying wiped her tears and surrendered.

She stared blankly at the yellow-green rice fields in the distance, with a hint of despair in her tone. "My mother arranged a marriage for me, and the matchmaker will come to propose marriage tomorrow."

Her gaze fell back on Han Song, her eyes were full of expectation, and she begged, "Brother Song, let's take Aunt Han with us, leave Miaozhu Village and live in a place where no one knows us, so that no one will stop us We are together..."

Manying grabbed his sleeve and pulled it forward desperately, she wanted to escape, to fly away, to spend a long time with the one she loved.But she worked hard, her beloved still looked indifferent, her expectations and her enthusiasm were like a farce, and she was alone in the carnival.

Han Song parted the hand that was holding his sleeve tightly, and took two steps back to keep away from her.

"Manying, calm down. There is no way for us."

The indifference in Han Song's eyes stimulated Manying, and she became irritable.She staggered two steps forward and asked: "I don't believe it, Brother Song... You promised to marry me back home. It's my mother's fault, so let me apologize to you on her behalf, we still have a chance, right? ?”

Dong Chuan and Lin Xin on the side were gripping hard. There were two villains in his mind. One was crying bitterly and moved by Manying's love, and the other was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to rush up to ask Manying why it took so long to regret it. Persist at the beginning and maybe have children.

"The former Han Song is dead, and he can't go back."

Han Song's words awakened the two dreamers.

Manying was shocked and flustered, at a loss: "Brother Song...you can't do this, you can't do this..."

In Dong Chuanlin's mind, a third villain fell from the sky in an instant. It brandished a long stick and beat the first two unreasonable villains to death. It used brute force to warn the master - it turned out that Han Song had died a long time ago, and the chicken told the duck that you are still alive. Distressed ass.

After leaving the words, Han Song strode forward carrying the thin bamboo, with momentum like a rainbow, without any distress and crying until he was full of anger.

Dong Chuanlin sat down on the ground with his face full of tears, and was frightened away by a roar as soon as the words of consolation came to his lips.

"Dong Chuanlin, are you a snail and walk so slowly!"

Swallowing the words of consolation, Dong Chuanlin let go after seeing Manying stand firm, picked up the hoe and ran away.

As the wooden door slammed shut, two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and she stumbled towards the house.

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After Dong Chuanlin put the hoe away, he followed behind Han Song's buttocks.

Han Song went to drink water, Dong Chuanlin looked at him helplessly and said that he also wanted to drink.He kindly poured him a glass of water, but he drank it in one gulp and then ran into the stove.

Han Song pointed at the door and saw off the guest mercilessly: "You go home, I don't have time to talk to you because I have to cook."

Dong Chuanlin swayed back and forth with his hands on his hips, suppressing his arrogance.

"Who wants you to take care of me, can't I come in and see what your stove looks like?"

"Okay, take your time." After speaking, Han Song angrily carried the wooden bucket to fetch water outside.

After pretending to walk around the kitchen twice, Dong Chuanlin purposely commented loudly, and after making sure that people outside could hear him, he followed Han Song to fetch water.

There is a follower behind him, who is irritable in doing things.Han Song couldn't stand his clinginess, so he said coldly, "What do you want?"

Dong Chuanlin blinked and asked, "Do you have nothing to say?"

"what?"

"Your mood at this moment, whether it's sadness or sadness, or regret and hatred, tell them all. I will solve your problems and share the pain. Don't thank me, you are all brothers, and you should." Dong Chuanlin looked clear With Yu Xin's appearance, he patted his chest and said.

Han Song sneered, "If you want to hear gossip, just tell it. You don't have to be ashamed to talk about such nonsense."

Dong Chuanlin's face remained unchanged, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, I listen to gossip based on my strength and connections, and it's only natural."

Han Song put down the barrel in his hand and stared straight into his eyes.

"Then tell me, what is my relationship with you?"

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