After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

As the sun sets, the orange-red sunlight dazzles the entire river.

Han Song harvested a lot, and each of the two harpoons speared a fish, and caught a fish that was not damaged.With no spearfish experience and absent-mindedness, Dong Chuanlin was empty-handed, holding a harpoon on his shoulder to pretend to be Monkey King.

After packing up their things, the two of them were ready to go home.

Han Song first liberated the live fish from the basket and put them in the container, and then put the container under the bamboo tube to raise the fish with running water.

He then picked up the larger fish in the bamboo basket, covered the bloody wound with two pieces of taro leaves picked casually on the road, wrapped it tightly and tied it with straw.

"What are you thinking about? I've been out of my mind all afternoon."

Han Song put the tightly wrapped fish on the stone table.He felt that Dong Chuanlin was very abnormal this afternoon. The person who usually wanted to chatter with him didn't say a few words.

When Han Song was in the river, he was busy spearfishing, so he didn't pay attention to observe.When I chatted with him on the way back, I was also absent-minded and ignored him.After arriving at Han's house, he went straight to the stone table, not caring about what Han Song was going to do next.

Dong Chuanlin raised his eyelids wearily, and replied casually: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired."

Han Song looked at his face, and reached out to his forehead to test the temperature.After withdrawing his hand, he touched his forehead to test the temperature.

After the big palm was removed from his forehead, Dong Chuanlin lay limply on the stone table like an eggplant beaten by frost.Head towards Han Song, both eyes fixed on Han Song.

After confirming that his body was normal, Han Song ignored his "delicate" state, and only thought it was because he was sure that he would leave for Qingzhou City the day after tomorrow, and he felt awkward because of reluctance.

"You take this fish home, and after dinner, come and find me under the old sycamore tree."

Dong Chuanlin looked in the direction of the shiny green thing, but still lay on his stomach unmoved, "Why are you going to the old sycamore tree?"

Holding the back collar of the lazily lying man's clothes with his fingers, Han Song replied arrogantly: "You will know in the evening. Get up quickly and go home with the fish."

Forced to get up, Dong Chuanlin held his breath and squeezed out a smile and nodded his thanks, and waved away with the fish in his hand.

Han Song looked at the listless back of the young man, frowned and muttered to himself, did he not measure the temperature accurately?How did you become such a ghost.

In fact, Dong Chuanlin is in excellent health and has no problems at all, what makes him uncomfortable is the breath in his heart.It's really frustrating.That breath was in his heart, leaving no place for him to release his vitality.

He lowered his head and kicked the small stone forward. After playing for a while, his patience was exhausted, and he kicked the stone hard to the sky.

Man Ying never forgets Han Song, but Han Song is indifferent to Man Ying.The originally simple and clear relationship was stimulated by the unique scabbard, and it was not simple in Dong Chuanlin's heart instantly.

According to Manying's words, it is not wrong that Han Song really loved her before, but whether Han Song's current indifference is due to the choice of the soul that dominates the body, or because of the previous excessive behavior of the Man family, Dong Chuanlin has no way of knowing.

If it was because of the independent choice of "Han Song" who crossed over, Dong Chuanlin would not be so bothered.

However, there was an idea in his mind that was desperately trying to convey the message. Han Song refused because of what Aunt Man had done too much. Otherwise, with Han Song's temperament, he would never have done such a heart-wrenching act.

If it doesn't touch his bottom line, he won't pay attention to the messy gossip.He is good at laughing it off, living strong and upright, and doing his best to be himself.

His bottom line is family.

He can tolerate others being too harsh and mean to him, except that it cannot involve the Han family and parents.However, Aunt Man used the passing of Uncle Han as an excuse to sabotage the marriage, and even gave pointers to the entire Han family.

No matter how much the villagers gossip about Aunt Han, he can directly rush to confront him regardless of the face of the neighbors, not to mention Aunt Man's sarcasm when Han Bo's bones are still cold.

Dong Chuanlin could understand why Han Song cared so much.

After crossing, the memory of the original body will remain in the body, with a real memory of getting along with family members, with the deep empathy for family members, how can I bear others' insults to family members.

The memory of the original body remains in the body, but what about the emotion of the original body?Does he also remember it clearly, will he be touched by the scene, and when he sees the scabbard, his heart will be full of love.

At this time, Dong Chuanlin was filled with envy.In Han Song's memory, she is a beautiful and regretful past, while he is just an ordinary neighbor boy.

This gap is simply the opposite.

The original body's sexual orientation was female, so what about Han Song now?Whether it is a man or a woman, what is he thinking in his heart?

Dong Chuanlin raised his head irritably, and shouted angrily to the sky, and the birds on the treetops fluttered their wings after being frightened.

Having acted in so many emotional scenes, he memorizes the provocative lines fluently, he knows how to develop a relationship, and when it comes to actual operation, he is so scared to death that he even asks about his personality orientation.

He doesn't even know whether the person he likes is a man or a woman, but you still like a fart!

The more he thought about it, the more annoying he became. Dong Chuanlin couldn't bear his own uselessness, and sprinted [-] meters towards home.It's useless to think so much, turning a corner at night to ask is the truth.

Back home, Mrs. Liu saw the object in Dong Chuanlin's hand at a glance, and was even more delighted when she knew it was a fish.

In ancient times, materials were scarce, and eating meat was a luxury.

Although the Dong family has never treated them poorly in terms of food, and they are not too frugal, it is still rare to eat meat.Yu Shi has a big belly, and she was thinking that in the next two days, she would go to chop some meat and come back to nourish her body, and a big fat fish would be delivered to her door.

Mrs. Liu joyfully carried the fish into the stove and prepared to cut the fish with a knife.

Dong Guangcheng confessed to Dong Chuanlin after knowing that Han Song had caught the fish. "Brother Song has a heart, you have to thank him for us."

The fish in the creek are cunning, and it is rare to catch them. Dong Guangcheng and the villagers also tried it, but they were disappointed every time. As time passed, everyone was unwilling to waste time trying their luck, and would rather work more in the fields to earn more.

Usually open meat is meat and eggs, fish is rarely eaten.The whole family was very satisfied with tonight's extra meal, and even praised Han Song several times.

Everyone ate with relish, but Dong Chuanlin didn't know how to eat.

The more they praised, the more anxious Dong Chuanlin became.He is happy with Han Song, and his family is also happy with Han Song, so what is Han Song thinking?

Dong Chuanlin swallowed his food, his heart sank, and he made up his mind.

Regardless of whether Han Song is steel or gold, he has to bend it. The side that bends is facing him, it must be facing him!

The family, who were full of food and drink, didn't care about Dong Chuanlin and said he was going to find Han Song, told him to pay attention to safety, and then let go.

Dong Chuanlin frowned all the way thinking about his lines.

Where is the most suitable place to insert topics later?Can sexual orientation be mentioned without a trace?Or should he blew himself up about his sexual orientation first?Why don't you go straight up and ask?

Anyway, his brain is single-minded, and he might not understand unless he speaks directly.

After thinking for a long time, Dong Chuanlin didn't think of a reason, but the fragrance floating in the air hooked his nose.It's a delicacy, and the smell alone can make people salivate.

Mrs. Liu's craftsmanship is mediocre, and she can deal with other people who seldom taste good food.Dong Chuanlin, who ate all kinds of delicacies from all over the world in modern times, was unmoved. He could only barely eat, not love.

Walking towards the direction of the old sycamore tree, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and she was about to throw herself on Dong Chuanlin and hold him tight.

A handful of flames loomed in the distance, and Dong Chuanlin quickened his pace.Walking up to Han Song, as he guessed, the fragrance came from here.

Han Song disemboweled the fish and tied it to the bamboo slices. The back of the fish was densely scratched, oiled, and salt and chili powder were sprinkled on it.

Dong Chuanlin squatted beside him, took a deep breath of the fragrance and said against his will, "Brother Song, why don't you cook the fish at home?"

"I have it at home. This fish is specially prepared for you. It's a farewell feast." Han Song didn't even lift his head, staring at the fish turning over and grilling.

He had planned a long time ago, making soup with live fish to nourish his mother's body, and this fish with holes in its body would be used for barbecue as a farewell party for Dong Chuanlin.

Dong Chuanlin thought that Han Song called him tonight just as usual, drinking tea, chatting and admiring the moon, but he didn't expect him to be so careful.Dong's family didn't think about it thoroughly, but he kept it firmly in his heart.

"Actually, it's not necessary. I'm not going to a very far place, and I'll come back to see you often. I'm ashamed if you do it like this." Dong Chuanlin lowered his head and sniffed, picking up a leaf to play with.

This feeling of being missed can make people feel so satisfied that they shed tears, filling an empty heart to the brim.

Han Song glanced at him and joked, "Is it too shabby?"

Knowing it was a joke, Dong Chuanlin still replied seriously: "It's because I think it's too affectionate, and I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back."

He felt the other party's affection, so his sincerity should be revealed in his words first.Dong Chuanlin didn't want to laugh about the past, and the scenes worth remembering should be taken seriously.

After listening to Han Song, he smiled and said after a long time: "Then I owe it, and I will pay it back when I have a chance."

The skin of the fish was roasted until it was browned, and the aroma was tangy. Han Song took out a knife and opened the fish to see if it was cooked through.

Seeing the dagger, Dong Chuanlin instantly remembered what was haunting his mind.He frantically ravages/ravages the leaves in his hands, trying to stay calm.

"I've seen everything that happened in the afternoon." He didn't dare to look directly into Han Song's eyes, lowered his head, and said, "Sister Manying still refuses to give up?"

Han Song divided the grilled fish into two, and handed the meaty portion to Dong Chuanlin.

"She just came to return the things, don't think about it."

Dong Chuanlin took over Yurou with mixed feelings, "Why did I think too much...Brother Song, Sister Manying is willing to abandon her parents and go far away with you, have you ever thought of agreeing?"

Whether Manying is sincere or not, Han Song must know better than anyone else.He, an outsider, was moved by it, and he didn't believe that Han Song didn't feel it at all.

Han Song gnawed a big mouthful of meat, and said heartlessly: "No."

"Is there nothing? I don't believe it. You were so in love with each other before." Dong Chuanlin asked holding a fish.

Seeing his seriousness, Han Song sighed and explained: "I am no longer the Han Song I used to be, you don't understand that?"

"Understood", Dong Chuanlin nodded, he understood too much, so he was deeply entangled and couldn't get away.

He took a deep breath and calmed down and said, "I'm just sorry for you. Sister Manying is delicate and lovely, and she has deep affection for you, but you don't know how to pity and cherish jade, and waste a good marriage."

"Are you worried about these things today?"

Dare to feel that he is listless and sick, and he is bored and worrying about other things.

Dong Chuanlin didn't have a better reason to explain his abnormality in the afternoon, "Well, I'm worried about you."

Han Song said helplessly: "Okay, I appreciate the kindness. Don't think about messing around in the future, it is impossible to marry her."

Dong Chuanlin looked at him, "Everything is possible."

Han Song took another bite of the fish, "Let's not say that I have no feelings for her dislike, Yuanshen always remembered this matter before he died, so how can I not keep my promises."

Finding the point of the words, Dong Chuanlin's eyes lit up.

"What did you promise him?"

The question brought Han Song back to the scene at that time, and after a moment of pondering, he told it from the perspective of a bystander.

"The two of them really love each other, and their affection is deep. He would rather Manying marry someone else as his wife than a foreign soul use his body to enjoy Manying's love. He made me promise that I will never marry Manying as a wife, And asking her to face each other coldly made her lose her mind."

Decisive and profound, the atmosphere of sadness infects the surroundings.

Dong Chuanlin didn't expect such an incident, and his heart became heavy. "It's a great pity that Sister Manying doesn't know about his love."

Han Song quickly broke away from the memory, and reminded him by poking his waist with his elbow: "Hurry up and eat the fish, it will be fishy when it gets cold."

Dong Chuanlin was still dissatisfied, and he swallowed a mouthful of fish and asked, "Then what kind of woman do you like? Tell me, and I will help you find out if there is any suitable one."

Not only can you know whether he likes women, but also know what type he likes, killing two birds with one stone.

Facing Dong Chuanlin's starry eyes, Han Song replied indifferently: "I don't like women."

"what?"

Before Dong Chuanlin could finish being surprised, another piece of explosive news filled his mind.

Han Song pushed his bamboo hand, brought the fish to his mouth, and said softly, "My sexual orientation is the same as yours, do you understand?"