After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

"Why are you here?" Dong Chuanlin stepped forward and asked.

There was no sound at all, and the ghosts did not scare anyone to death.

"Seeing that you haven't come all this time, I'll come and take a look."

When Dong Chuanlin came home in the afternoon, he told him to come over after dinner and asked him to prepare tea and wait.His tea leaves were almost tasteless, and there was no one in sight.

Anyway, waiting is waiting, he thought he might as well come out and have a look.As a result, he just walked halfway to see a figure viciously throwing stones into the ditch.

Dong Chuanlin was a little guilty, he forgot that there were still people waiting for him when he was angry.

"Oh, I'm fine." Dong Chuanlin said nonsense with his eyes open, and he found an excuse and said, "Today my mother is cooking late."

Han Song nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm..." Dong Chuanlin shook his head and shook his head with a long ending, and pointed to the full moon with quick wit and said, "I'm admiring the moon. I think the moonlight is very good tonight, so I stopped here to appreciate it. I don't have anything else to do."

Han Song looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a full moon hanging high in the sky, shining brightly on the earth.

Seeing Han Song staring straight at the sky, Dong Chuanlin lowered his head and stroked his chest to relax. Fortunately, he believed it, otherwise he could explain it to the sky.

The moonlight is really beautiful tonight, Han Song retracted his eyes, stroked his chin and asked maliciously: "Watching the moon in the ditch?"

It is not enough to emulate Jingwei to fill the sea, but also thinking about monkeys fishing for the moon?

Dong Chuanlin's heart was raised in his throat again, and he immediately made up a nonsense.

"No, I saw a snake in the ditch just now, and I wanted to beat it away with a stone." While talking, he was also doing throwing movements, vividly performing intangible objects.

Holding back his smile, Han Song continued to tease him, "Let me see what kind of snake it is? It's good to catch it back and make wine."

Dong Chuanlin tried his best to stop Han Song who was about to go forward, pulled his arm and said, "Don't—the snake might have already run away, and you didn't hear anything. Let's go to your house, don't waste time."

If he stayed a little longer, Dong Chuanlin could write a complete book of lies.

Fearing that Han Song would ask a few more questions that he could not answer, Dong Chuanlin pulled his arm and walked forward firmly, hoping that he would forget the memory of fish in seven seconds.

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Sitting on the stone bench, Dong Chuanlin panted heavily, looking at Han Song who was drinking tea happily, feeling resentful

This kid definitely did it on purpose. Just now Dong Chuanlin really used brute force to pull him away.Han Song was like the second uncle, he was useless at all, and he was pulled back entirely by the rickshaw driver Dong Chuanlin.

Han Song raised his eyebrows and quickly glanced at Dong Chuanlin who was rubbing his wrist with a bitter face. After sipping his tea, he put the cup back on the table with a cold face.

A crisp "stare" sound caught Dong Chuanlin's attention.He squinted at what tricks the second uncle was trying to play.

Han Song frowned and said, "The tea is cold."

Before he set off to search for people, he changed the hot water for the teapot three times, and after going out for a trip, the heat was gone.

Dong Chuanlin didn't take it seriously, and said: "It's cold as long as it's cold, anyway, it won't hurt your stomach if you boil it."

Lixia has just passed a few days ago, and the temperature is gradually getting hotter.Many people in the village find hot water troublesome when they go to work, so they directly fill the kettle with well water.

Dong Chuanlin kept in mind the kindergarten teacher's teaching that "unboiled water should not be drunk", and pressured Dong's family to develop the habit of drinking plain water. At first, they didn't understand it, and they thought it was useless to boil hot water.

In order to make his family obedient, he acted for several days - immediately clutching his stomach and screaming for pain after drinking raw water.After coming and going, Mrs. Liu was worried that he would cause serious diseases, so she changed to drinking plain water for the whole family.

Hot tea is easy to scald your mouth, and now it is just cold and you can drink it in one gulp, but Dong Chuanlin silently rolled his eyes.

Han Song said calmly, "I'm used to drinking hot tea."

That's not easy, Dong Chuanlin can give the answer without thinking, "Then pour it out and replace it with hot water."

This sentence caught Han Songxia's heart, he kept a straight face and said nothing, his chin slightly tilted towards the teapot.

Hey, if you praise you as the second uncle, you really think of yourself as an uncle.

Dong Chuanlin's spirit was not as good as his demon's instigation, he slapped the table with his big palm, his voice suddenly softened, and he said pretentiously.

"Brother Song has waited for me for so long, I'm going to change the water right now, I'm sure you can enjoy the hot tea later." Dong Chuanlin squeezed out a smirk and brought the teapot to change the water obediently.

He reminded himself silently in his heart that adults should have a lot, and those who have the same knowledge as little kids are idiots.

Just two steps away, a voice came from behind.

Han Song peeled the salted peanuts slowly, and said in a neutral tone, "Don't forget to change the tea leaves. The tea leaves will lose their taste after soaking for too long."

"...Okay, Brother Song, you can wait at ease."

Han Song laughed out loud when he heard someone's gnashing of teeth answer, rubbed the peanut clothes clean and threw them into his mouth smartly.

Who made him patronize Jingwei reclamation and monkey fishing for the moon, and completely forgot about him as a living person.

Dong Chuanlin had hot tea filled with bubbles in his heart, and when he returned to his seat and saw the half-peeled peanuts, his anger immediately disappeared.It's a good thing he has a conscience and doesn't eat alone.

"Did you tell me?"

Han Song didn't specify clearly, but Dong Chuanlin knew in a second that he was asking about going to Yicaotang.

"It's too much." Dong Chuanlin said with a mouthful of peanuts, his voice was vague, "Wotui said he needs to think again."

Watching Dong Chuanlin immersed in the world of peanuts, Han Song wondered how could someone love salted peanuts so much, wouldn't his cheeks hurt from chewing them?

A certain person ate too fast, and Han Song didn't dare to stop. He peeled the peanuts and teased, "Normal. If my son is like you in the future, I won't just agree."

"What's wrong with me?" Dong Chuanlin swallowed the peanuts in his mouth and stared at him and asked.

Did he kill or set fire to suffer such merciless injury.

Han Song met his eyes with a smile, looked at each other for a few seconds and then replied, "You...you are lively and handsome. Dong Bo is probably afraid that you will be deceived by bad guys with malicious intentions."

Tonight, Ganqing is better at telling lies with open eyes, right?It's not over yet.

Dong Chuanlin looked at Han Song angrily. He didn't need to think twice to know that this was a perfunctory word, and Han Song must be making fun of him on purpose.

Seeing him become puffer fish, Han Song cleared his throat, put away his smile, and said seriously: "Don't worry, this matter can be accomplished in all likelihood, if it doesn't work, I'll help you as a lobbyist, and I'm sure you can go."

Dong Chuanlin's mood changed from cloudy to sunny, and he said happily: "Okay, my father's trust in you is much higher than mine. If you go, he will definitely agree."

He didn't know what kind of ecstasy Han Song had given Dong Guangcheng. Many times, the two of them expressed their acquaintances, and Dong Guangcheng mostly stood by Han Song's side, regardless of his own son's face.

If it weren't for the fact that Han Song and Dong Guangcheng had nothing in common in appearance, Dong Chuanlin would have thought Han Song was his brother.

Big things are only a step away, and there is no rush.Dong Chuanlin lost his worries, and chatted with Han Song while eating peanuts in a good mood.

"Oh, it's a pity that I have finished drawing the guitar picture but don't have time to do it, but at least the rabbit is finished, it's a memory of my one-month woodcarving career."

Dong Chuanlin sighed with emotion and was annoyed at the same time. It is a pity that the picture that took an hour of hard work is not useful.

Last time, after Dong Chuanlin carved the other side of the rabbit, his confidence doubled, and he clamored to challenge himself to make a guitar.Han Song only thought it was a whim and didn't take it to heart. He didn't expect that he was really preparing with his heart.

Han Song stretched out his hand, "Show me the picture."

Tu Dong Chuanlin really carried it with him, and Mrs. Liu would occasionally help him clean up the house, so he carried it close to his body in case he would be found out.

Dong Chuanlin blinked his eyes with some reluctance, "Don't do it, I'll show you as soon as I finish the detailed draft."

"I just want to watch it now." Han Song was unmoved.

After being hesitant for a long time, Dong Chuanlin took out a piece of hemp paper from his arms, and tactfully gave him a vaccination first.

"I haven't learned how to draw, so maybe I draw a little casually."

Han Song took it and took a look at it. It was a compliment to say that it was a casual work. He frowned and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what this black thing was.

He asked, "Why am I a bit confused?"

"The deep meaning of the master is something that ordinary people can easily understand, let me give you some enlightenment." Dong Chuanlin played a trick, half lying on the table, trying to snatch the ghost painting talisman.

Han Song folded his hands and put them behind his back, and put his other hand against his head to make him return to his position.

After all, he still hadn't been fooled, Dong Chuanlin sighed and compromised.

"Okay, I admit that I drew too ugly, not because you have bad eyesight. But it can't be my fault. The charcoal pencil at home is too thick. I drew it carefully, but it still clumps up."

Han Song looked at him with the eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children, "You can't draw with a brush?"

So many literati held a thin stick and swiped ink with pride, and all the beauties and babies were printed on the paper one by one. How come there is only charcoal left in his head to use.

After he reminded, Dong Chuanlin remembered that he could draw with a brush.At the beginning, Master Li used charcoal pens because it was convenient to mark on the wood. Now he has no wood and only draws pictures, so he can use a brush.

"That's right, I forgot about the brush. I'll draw a serious one when I get back. I'm sure you'll be amazed at my versatility."

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One word that runs through the entire text of this chapter-tell nonsense with your eyes open!

Today is two goofy kids who just graduated from kindergarten.