After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The two sat opposite each other, and Dong Chuanlin still looked at the opposite person lazily with his head propped up.

Being stared at so hard, Han Song felt a little uncomfortable. He watched him from the corner of his eye, but there was no reaction on his expression. His head was hanging slightly in thought.

After waiting for a while, the two remained silent, as if they were competing, and neither of them wanted to speak first.

Dong Chuanlin knew how much he was, and his patience was beyond his control compared with Han Song's. He decided to voluntarily surrender and speak first.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

The person on the opposite side finally reacted. He raised his head, took a quick look at Dong Chuanlin, and then turned his gaze elsewhere.

Han Song looked indifferent, "You have written all the letters I want to ask, and I haven't thought about the rest."

"I didn't think about it," Dong Chuanlin smiled playfully, and the hand supporting his head slid forward, leading his body to lie half on the table. He asked softly, "What do you want to ask, and you want to think so seriously?"

Perhaps it was because of the day's running around, Han Song noticed a trace of fatigue in his eyes, and took a closer look, and the fatigue disappeared instantly, replaced by glowing anticipation.

He stared straight ahead, expecting the other party to slip into the ocean in his eyes if he was not careful.

Han Song hurriedly pulled himself back to the edge of the cliff, withdrew his eyes guiltyly, clenched his fists and coughed a few times, deliberately lowered his face and said in a cold voice: "Sit up straight! What does this look like?"

It was rare to see him flustered once, Dong Chuanlin was in a good mood, obediently sat up straight and sat down.

"Is that okay?"

His back is straight and his sitting posture is generous, making it impossible for anyone to find any faults.It's just that the gaze never shifted direction, and the scorching gaze made Han Song feel a little more restless.

"Okay," Han Song nodded, and hurriedly said, "I have nothing to do, I'll clean up the rabbit first." After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, and then continued: "If you don't clean up early, it will stink."

Hearing Han Song's supplementary explanation later, Dong Chuanlin couldn't restrain his excitement and kept grinning.

The laughter was so attractive that Han Song couldn't help but look back as he walked, and when he looked back, he saw the brat smiling like a fool.

After withdrawing his eyes, he also smiled, making no sound.

……

As soon as Han Song left, Dong Chuanlin began to relax again, slouching on the stone table, throwing a dried bayberry into his mouth from time to time.

"Don't eat so much," Han Song suddenly said not far away, interrupting Dong Chuanlin's thoughts, he coughed lightly and said: "...Eating too much will cause stomach pain."

Dong Chuanlin grinned, quickly gnawed the dried red bayberry in his mouth, spit out the core, and ran towards Han Song cheerfully like a bird.

"What did you just say? The voice was too low for me to hear."

"It's fine if you don't hear clearly." Han Songji said uncooperatively.

Dong Chuanlin's smiling face disappeared suddenly, and he looked at the other party wrinkled.

He didn't say anything, just stared blankly like this.

"You..." Han Song thought for a while but didn't say what was behind him. He glanced at him and turned sideways, not talking to him directly.

Seeing this, Dong Chuanlin moved his seat and squatted directly opposite him.

Han Song didn't know what to do. He stopped the hand that was shedding the rabbit's fur, and said angrily, "Go away, and be careful not to splash your dirty body."

The rabbit was completely dead, the ground was stained with blood, and the gray fur that had shed was wet and stuck together.

Dong Chuanlin didn't want to make his whole body smell like a rabbit, so he took two steps back cooperatively.

Seeing that Han Song was still frowning, Dong Chuanlin was puzzled, "I've listened to you and walked away, so you don't have to look at me anymore." He blinked abruptly, and said, "Work first, and you can see what you want later." What do you think?"

"How did you learn so many dirty words?" Han Song couldn't bear it anymore, if he let him go on, maybe he would go to the house to expose the tiles next. "Are you going to learn the craft of medicinal materials, or to learn..." At this point, Han Song paused to look at him, and shut up embarrassingly.

"I still want to learn something, tell me."

Dong Chuanlin didn't take what he just said seriously at all, but was curious about what he left to say at the end.

"I wanted to ask if you were here to play," Han Song lowered his head. "Later, I thought it was inappropriate. No one who goes to play is so skinny."

What Han Song wanted to ask at the time was whether he was going to learn a craft, or to learn... to seduce people.

As soon as the words came to his lips, he forced himself to swallow them.

Although it was just a blunt joke, maybe Dong Chuanlin would not take it seriously and laughed it off, but he couldn't take it back when he said it.

Dong Chuanlin frowned, stood up straight and looked at himself up and down, and said to himself: "How can I be thin? Obviously, I have grown taller and my flesh has become firmer. Thinness is an illusion. You must not have looked at me..."

Han Song didn't bother to talk to him and continued to work.

The more this brat talks to him, the more energetic he gets, it's more reliable to let him play by himself.

Dong Chuanlin spoke dryly, and he didn't see any reaction from the other party. He held his breath and imitated him to keep silent.

After being quiet for a while, Dong Chuanlin couldn't hold it anymore, kicked his toes, curled his lips and said, "Do you think I'm too annoying, you just ignored me on the first day after you came back."

"You think so much," Han Song glanced at him, "I'm not listening to you carefully."

Dong Chuanlin was like a shaggy lion, "Then why don't you say a word, don't even say a word of nonsense."

"What nonsense? Can you teach me?" Han Song raised his eyebrows and asked.

Being turned against the general, Dong Chuanlin laughed out of anger, and all the grievances in his stomach disappeared.He deliberately said coldly: "You are not talking about it, you still need me to teach you."

Han Song laughed in a low voice, scooped a spoonful of water from the water tank to rinse the slaughtered rabbit.

"Take it, let's go home and eat."

Dong Chuanlin looked at the naked rabbit in his hand in a daze, "Why do you want me to compete with Aunt Han for meat?"

Han Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I still have this, it's enough for my mother, you can take this and try something new."

Although he wrote several times in his letter that the food in the pharmaceutical village was good and he could eat meat, but when he saw the person, Han Song felt that he made it up on purpose to deceive people.

Who doesn't have an appetite as big as a cow at his age.It's a good time to grow up, and it's so hard to learn a craft. If the food is good, how can I be so thin.

I was not strong at first, but this time I came back even thinner.

If you don't make up for it, you will become a bamboo pole next time.

Dong Chuanlin took two steps back and shook his head, refusing to answer.

"I'll let you hold it," Han Song said with a straight face. "Won't you listen to me the first day you come back? Don't call me brother if you don't take it. I don't have such a disobedient brother."

Dong Chuanlin is also a stubborn temper, and he sings a different tune. "If you don't call, don't call, you think I want to call you brother."

If he could make his own choice without being refuted by the person concerned, he would have long wanted to change his mind.Brothers and sisters are not friendly to the development of relationships at all. Maybe if you don't pay attention, the direction of development will be crooked.

It's worth it if it's crooked!

Han Song naturally understood the meaning of what he said, thought for a while but didn't think of suitable words to refute, and finally decided to pretend that he didn't understand and skip this topic directly.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, neither of them would let go.

The stripped rabbit was blowing cold wind.

As soon as Ye Shuhua entered the door, she saw the two of them standing stupidly, stepped forward and said, "Chuan Lin is back, when did you get home?"

No matter how upset Dong Chuanlin is, he can't bring his stubborn temper to his elders.He smiled and replied cheerfully: "I'm home this afternoon, I want to see you and Brother Song."

"If you want to have a child," Aunt Han put down the vegetable basket, patted the back of his hand, and gave Han Song another look, "You are the same child, so let Chuan Lingan wait. If you don't know, go to the field and call me, and I won't give it to you." Chuan Lin poured a glass of water for him to sit and rest."

Han Song said helplessly: "Mom, I'm down. He refuses to sit and drink tea. What can I do to force him to fail?"

"Down?" Ye Shuhua looked towards the stone table in doubt, and blushed when she saw the things on it, "It's my mother who blamed you. Chuanlin is also, after a day of driving, he doesn't sit down for a rest, Just let Brother Song do the work."

Han Song watched the two like-minded people talking and laughing as they walked toward the stone table, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Look at the treatment, who is the real son.

Han Song smiled lightly, shook his head and went into the stove room. When he came out again, the naked rabbit had been wrapped in lotus leaves.

It was inappropriate for him to carry the slaughtered rabbit home, and it would cause gossip if he was seen by others.

The last afterglow at the back of the mountain is almost gone, leaving only the cold sky, revealing the tenderness of the night in advance.

Han Song put the wrapped rabbit in front of Dong Chuanlin.

He first said to Ye Shuhua: "Mother, it's getting late, let Chuanlin go home for dinner." After speaking, he bowed his head and said to Dong Chuanlin: "Take it back, don't let me work for nothing."

Ye Shuhua came back to her senses, "I forgot that it's almost time for dinner, Chuanlin, go back quickly, don't make your family wait. Take this rabbit, and celebrate the first reunion dinner back home!"

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Ye Shuhua repeatedly urged: "Take it quickly, go back and let your mother cook it for you. I haven't seen him in half a year, but I lost a lot, so I need to make up for it. Brother Song will call again some other day." Come chicken and rabbit, let him deliver it to you."

Dong Chuanlin held the straw rope forced into the palm of his hand, and the rabbit wrapped in lotus leaves shook around.

"Thank you Aunt Han and Brother Song for your kindness. We have prepared food at home. Let this rabbit make up for Aunt Han."

After speaking, Dong Chuanlin forced Han Song with what he had.Before the two of them could react, he quickly bowed down to thank him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go back to eat first, and I'll visit Aunt Han and Brother Song another day. I'll definitely be polite if there's something delicious."

Seeing him leaving in a hurry, Ye Shuhua was a little confused, "Why is this, why are you unfamiliar after not seeing him for half a year?"

"It's okay." Han Song looked at the things in his arms, "He's just thin-skinned, and he feels embarrassed about eating and drinking for free. I'll send it to him later."

Only when the two of them chatted alone, he had a thicker skin.On weekdays, when it comes to human relations, his skin is thinner than window paper.

Ye Shuhua cleaned up the things on the stone table, and sighed: "This child is really, why are you polite..."

family.

Han Song pondered these three words over and over in his mind, and the corners of his mouth slightly ticked upwards.