After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The distance is too close, the warm breath is sprayed on the face, a heart is rolling with the boiling water, splashing water and steaming mist.

In the midst of the cloud and mist, Dong Chuanlin forgot how to think for a while, and was immersed in Han Song's eyes.He stared at the vast ocean, opened his lips lightly and bit the fish meat, enjoying the infinite warmth brought by the other party.

The other hand that was left out was not reconciled, and moved up secretly. As soon as the fingers touched it, the warmth disappeared.

Han Song patted the salty pig's hand that just wanted to taste what tofu tasted like, and said coldly, "Eat well, don't move your hands."

The deflated Dong Chuanlin was still happy, gnawing the fish obediently and obediently, before the fish was swallowed, the warm hands left mercilessly.

How can a spark be easily extinguished.

Dong Chuanlin blinked, held the fish body forward, and looked at Han Song with a smile, as if he was not eating the burnt grilled fish, but the sweet as honey candy.

The greasy eyes made Han Song feel alert, and the usually aggressive person suddenly became tender, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Be normal and sit down."

Reluctantly, Dong Chuanlin let go of the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes, took a big bite of the fish and sat up straight.

Men's mouths are deceiving ghosts, men's hearts can be trusted, there are ghosts.

The first second was gentle and gentle, the next second it was deserted.Which TV series dares to act like this, it would be strange not to be thrown rotten eggs by the audience.

After eating and licking the fish bones, Dong Chuanlin clapped his hands and pretended to ask casually, "When did you know?" He was so careful to hide it, but he actually broke it so easily.

"What?" Han Song, who was looking into the distance, didn't understand.

Dong Chuanlin Fu'e mourned in silence. He thought that his mind was much more flexible today, but he didn't expect to return to the original state after only a quarter of an hour.He twisted his fingers and said, "It's that...that me..."

Seeing his hypocritical appearance, Han Song instantly understood the meaning of his words, and interrupted directly: "A few days ago."

He also forgot the exact time, probably because like attracts birds of a feather, and has a keen awareness of people like himself.Ordinary little things can also reveal something.

Just now, Mr. Dong Chuanlin was holding on to the matter of Manying and his previous relationship. In order to have a clear explanation, he said it out of the mouth.

Dong Chuanlin asked: "Did I act too obviously?" Could it be that I was too close and trusting to him at ordinary times, which made him discover the clue?

Han Song replied with a light smile: "It's obvious that Brother Jun couldn't walk when I saw him on the street." After speaking, he glanced at him teasingly.

"When did I see a handsome guy who couldn't walk? Tell me clearly." Dong Chuanlin said angrily.

You shouldn't have too much hope for him. What is it because the two of them are too close and trusting to leave? This silly boy didn't think about that at all.

Han Song mischievously said, "Are you confused? Come and ask me, are you ashamed or not?"

When talking about whether he was ashamed or not, Han Song also subconsciously made a slight expression, his face wrinkled together and then immediately returned to the original.Dong Chuanlin, who discovered the small details, was like a child eating candy, and his heart couldn't help jumping for joy.

With a smile in Dong Chuanlin's eyes, he pretended to be angry and said, "Axi! The one who should blush should be you, and you don't feel guilty if you just open your mouth."

Looking at his childish appearance and his modern language, it was rare for Han Song not to criticize him.There is no need to be too restrained when there are only two people alone, otherwise the meaning of life will be lost.

The firewood gradually burned out, and the fire was no longer enthusiastic.

Han Song held a small stick in his hand and was turning the firewood that had become charcoal. The wind blew gently, and the tiny sparks suddenly shone brightly.

"I'm gone...will you miss me?"

The shape of the leaf in his hand could no longer be seen. Dong Chuanlin pinched the tree handle with his fingernails, bowed his eyebrows and waited meekly for someone to lead him away.

"I will think about it," Han Song pondered for a moment and gave the answer. Looking at Dong Chuanlin, who was wide-eyed and happy, he added a few more words. "After all, there are not many people who dare to whisper in my ear every day."

He is not smooth enough in dealing with people, and his blunt words are not flattering on weekdays.

The partners who grew up together are gradually alienated, and there are very few people who can chat a few words every day.Coupled with personality reasons, he is unwilling to take the initiative to make friends with others, and only waits for others to actively invade.

For a long time, he has long been accustomed to the clean life with his mother, and suddenly there is another Dong Chuanlin.

He couldn't get used to it for a while, but slowly, now he has got used to the state of having people whispering in his ears every day.Sometimes he even felt that this seemingly redundant and long-winded behavior was a bit warm.

Most of his mother's words are soft, and she will not interfere with his life and affairs.

But Dong Chuanlin will, as long as he thinks something is wrong, he will remind you and express his opinion. If you always forget or find it troublesome to deal with it, he will always take the trouble to explain it repeatedly until you finish it. .

The little follower and the little butler are going to be far away from me, and they should not get used to it and will miss it.

Dong Chuanlin had no intention of joking, and said solemnly: "Answer me seriously."

This is an important question, and jokes can be made anytime, but not now.He was eager to know what Han Song was thinking, no matter whether there was a love part in the answer, or it was just a friend and brother's affection...

Han Song propped his hands back on both sides, raised his head slightly to look ahead, and said in a low voice: "If you are tired, go home and rest for two days before starting." He pointed to the front and said, "Did you see Daishan? I am the same as it , stay here, and welcome the boy home at any time."

The night is quiet and quiet, blocking the scenery and beauty ahead, but Mount Dai still stands, and can be distinguished in the night at a glance, which cannot be ignored.

It waits, it is watching quietly, it is looking forward to the return of people, it is looking forward to the joy of the heart.

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After packing up the things, Dong Chuanlin stepped out of the room with the bag in hand.

Mrs. Liu stood at the door for a while, watching him rush to grab the bag after he came out, and took his hand to explain the things to pay attention to when going to Yicaotang.

Dong Chuanliang, Yu Shi, and Dong Chuanfang stood beside each other for a long time without saying a word.

It takes four or five hours to drive from Miaojia Village to Qingzhou City by carriage. The distance is so long that it is very difficult to meet each other.Although it is a happy thing to know that Yaozi is going to learn crafts, and the atmosphere should not be so sad, but Liu's eyes are involuntarily moist.

Her son, who has been with her since she was a child, suddenly wants to go away to a distant place, and she feels sad and worried.

Suppressing tears, Liu helped Dong Chuanlin carry the burden, let go of his clenched hands, and let him follow Dong Guangcheng to the bullock cart.The time to meet Yicaotang is not far away, and they have to hurry to go there in a bullock cart.

Stepping out of the threshold with both feet, Dong Chuanlin walked out of the yard with heavy steps, looked at the country road on the left before setting off.

"Would you like to wait for Brother Song any longer?" Dong Guangcheng sensed his small thoughts.

That road is the only way for Han Song to come out, and he walks along this path every morning to go to the noodle stall.Today, because Dong Chuanlin was going to be sent off, Dong Chuanliang deliberately closed the booth for a day to spend more time with his younger brother.

Dong Chuanlin withdrew his nostalgic gaze, "I said goodbye to him last night, let's go."

Han Song asked about the departure time, but Dong Chuanlin refused to let him come.Just going out for a trip, the cherished farewell will make it difficult for him to meet next time.

It should be better to meet this kind of thing as often as possible.