After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After Han Song's threat, Dong Chuanlin trembled even more.

The neck is tightly retracted, and the back is arched into an arc.

Fortunately, Han Song's ruthless words were just words, and he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Dong Chuanlin heard the people behind him sigh softly, then picked up the medicinal wine bottle and poured some more into the palm of his hand, rubbing his generous palms repeatedly.

The sound of palm rubbing reassured Dong Chuanlin, and his curved back slowly straightened up.When the sound of hand rubbing stopped, he pursed his lips tightly, trying to control the strong physical reaction.

Han Song is enthusiastic, if he keeps rejecting him, it will hurt people's heart.

It may be that his body has adapted to Han Song's touch, or that Han Song's generous and warm palms made him feel at ease.This time, Dong Chuanlin not only did not reject, but also enjoyed it.

Han Song's kneading technique is not superb, but Dong Chuanlin feels inexplicably comfortable.

After pinching and kneading, the flesh of the shoulder and neck relaxes and tightens again and again, and I never get tired of it.

The strong smell of medicinal wine gradually faded away, and the warmth transmitted by the big palm gradually increased.

In the cold winter weather, the temperature inside the house was not too high. Dong Chuanlin didn't feel cold at all with his bare upper body. Instead, a wave of heat radiated from his bones and spread all over his body.

After enjoying it for a while, the intense soreness in his shoulders and neck gradually faded away, and Dong Chuanlin felt drowsy comfortably. He closed his eyes lightly, and his voice became low.

"Brother Song", after the person behind said "um", he said again: "It's ok, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The words are telling Han Song to stop his movements, and his body is still very cooperative, accepting the warmth conveyed by his palms in the most relaxed posture.

Han Song seemed to know what Dong Chuanlin was thinking, so he didn't stop immediately.

"Well, pinch it for a while, it won't be so sour."

"No, you've been pinching for so long, take a break." Dong Chuanlin said dutifully.

He just wanted to get up when he was forced back by the big palm.Han Song said sternly, "Sit down obediently."

If Dong Chuanlin didn't know that pinching shoulders is hard work, he would definitely think that pinching shoulders is a very easy task.The people behind were tireless, and the actions at hand did not slacken due to the passage of time.

Dong Chuanlin felt like a piece of tofu, which could be easily crushed by the people behind him, but he chose to treat it cautiously.

"Brother Song," Dong Chuanlin said in a low mood, "I might have to leave early." Uncle Wang had already spoken, and the matter was settled, saying that he might be deceiving himself.

"When are you going to leave?" Han Song was not surprised, and said lightly, "Uncle Wang called you over for this?"

"Well, almost." Dong Chuanlin said perfunctorily.

The matter of determining the departure time was over in a few sentences, and Uncle Wang spent the rest of the time convincing Dong Chuanlin.

The shopkeeper of Yicaotang has never given up on letting Han Song go to the pharmacy. This time Han Song was injured, which gave them hope.Only then did he earnestly work with Dong Chuanlin, hoping that he would ask Han Song to go with him.

Han Song was injured this time, which was a big blow to Aunt Han.She told Dong Chuanlin more than once that she would throw away all Han Song's hunting tools to make him give up.

Of course, Aunt Han was not willing to throw it all away.

This set of hunting tools was left by Han's father, and she couldn't help herself when she saw things and thought about others.

But even if the hunting tools were not thrown away, it would not be easy for Han Song to go hunting in the mountains again.

When Wang Shugang finished persuading him, Dong Chuanlin agreed.There are a lot of people living with their families in the pharmaceutical office. Aunt Han is not afraid of being left out and lonely, and Han Song can still make a stable living.

Later, when he stepped into the compartment door and saw Han Song chatting with the doctor, Dong Chuanlin felt a little regretful with his leisurely expression.

He shouldn't acquiesce to Uncle Wang's words.

Han Song knows what he wants to do and what he is willing to do.

He is free and should not be imprisoned.

Han Song tightened the lid of the medicinal wine, "You haven't said when you will leave."

Dong Chuanlin came back to his senses and quickly put on his clothes, "On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Uncle Wang said to take an auspicious number."

Today is the fifth day of the lunar new year, and there are only two days left before departure.

"The remaining two days are fun." Han Song put the medicinal wine back into the cabinet, "I wanted to buy a few more pheasants to satisfy your hunger." He looked at his legs that could not move, and said with a chuckle: "Next time I'll make it up for you."

……

The two left the house.

Dong Chuanlin felt comfortable all over and was ready to polish the wood.The originally planned itinerary was disrupted and disrupted. He was afraid that there would be another emergency in the remaining two days, so he could only race against time and use the limited time to complete the original idea.

Master Li gave a large piece of wood, and it was not until dark that Dong Chuanlin finished the basic cutting.On the second day, Dong Chuanlin spent the whole day at Han's house, and finally polished the basic shape.

He left the wood and all the tools at Han's house, and gave Han Song the blueprints, and entrusted him to take care of them together, and come back to get them when he gets home next time.

Tomorrow is the last day of rest, and he will stay at home with his parents.

He trotted home, and before he entered the house, he smelled a fragrant chicken soup.Pushing open the yard door, a large spread of chicken feathers was still blowing on the ground by the breeze.

When Dong Guangcheng and Liu Yue learned that he was leaving early, they remained silent for a long time.The next morning, he had an extra egg in his breakfast.

With this posture today, there is one less chicken laying eggs in the house.

After eating and drinking and returning to the room, every burp of Dong Chuanlin smelled like chicken.He took out the bundle from the cabinet and started to pack his things.

When he was halfway through packing, Liu Yue knocked on the door suddenly.

"I see the light is always on in your room, let's take a look." Liu Yue pointed to the messy clothes on the bed and asked, "Are you packing your luggage? Aren't you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

"I'll tidy up ahead of time." Dong Chuanlin moved the clothes aside and asked Liu Yue to sit down.

The clothes were piled up in a mess, and each piece was crumpled.Liu Yue couldn't see it, so she helped him tidy it up.When Liu Yue was shaking a piece of clothing, an item fell from the pocket, making a crisp sound.

Dong Chuanlin looked back and saw that the string of copper coins was lying in Liu Yue's palm.

"You made it yourself?" Liu Yue took a closer look, "It's a little ugly. Take it apart and start over again. My mother will teach you. It's guaranteed to look good."

"Don't—" Dong Chuanlin quickly grabbed the string of copper coins, and heaved a sigh of relief seeing that it was unharmed. "It was given by someone else."

Seeing his reaction, Liu Yue guessed a bit, "Brother Song must have given it to you."

"En." Dong Chuanlin responded softly, put away the string of copper coins, and then packed his bags.

Liu Yue continued to fold clothes absently, and said hesitantly, "Chuan Lin, is Brother Song interested in you?"

Fortunately, Dong Chuanlin was not drinking water, otherwise there would be rumors that a man surnamed Dong choked to death due to drinking water.

"No way? I don't know." Dong Chuanlin pretended not to know, and said in a daze, "Mother, where did you see that?"

The relationship between the two just had a little clue, Dong Chuanlin didn't want to reveal too much.

Liu Yue sighed, "It's okay, mother may have thought too much, it's fine if I don't have it." Maybe Brother Song just treats Chuanlin as a younger brother, which is why he is so good.

Is it okay if there is no?

Dong Chuanlin was completely dumbfounded.

"What does Tingniang mean that you don't agree with me being a couple with Brother Song?" Dong Chuanlin asked casually: "Brother Song is very good, didn't Dad always like Brother Song?" At the end, he added: "I just asked Ask, Brother Song probably doesn't like me."

"It's not that I disagree, but it's inappropriate." Liu Yue said seriously. "Brother Song is the only one left in the Han family. Marrying a brother and going home won't make things difficult for your Aunt Han."

Yuehe folk culture is open, in addition to heterosexual marriages, same-sex marriages are also allowed.

Dong Chuanlin lowered his head thoughtfully, "Aunt Han doesn't seem to want pedantic people..." After a pause, he continued: "Besides, it's not like I haven't heard of the only child marrying an older brother in recent years."

"Can the Han family compare with other families?" Liu Yue stopped her actions and sighed, "Actually, your Aunt Han can think about it and doesn't care about it. I'm just afraid that she has concerns in her heart."

"What concerns?"

Liu Yuedao: "I'm afraid she will worry about having no successors. Your Aunt Han only has one son. If she marries her elder brother and enters the family, and doesn't add any sons or grandchildren to the Han family, the ancestors of the Han family can't complain about her."

Dong Chuanlin fell into deep thought, and Liu Yue spoke again in a wandering mind.

"However, I don't think Shuhua cares about so many people. She has changed a lot after your Uncle Han died." Liu Yue looked into the distance, "She always told me to cherish the time when I was alive and to do what I wanted to do. Do everything, don’t regret it until you die.”

"During these days, my mother is also thinking about it. I used to always want you to stay by my side and not go far away. Now my mother understands that children are birds in the sky, and they will not fly if they are tied for a long time."

Liu Yue took his hand and said earnestly, "Chuan Lin, if you want to break in, go for it, just remember to go home and have a look, don't worry too much."

……

The next day, Dong Chuanlin stayed at home obediently, chatting with his parents and helping to choose vegetables and make fire.

At dusk, he went to Han's house.

to say goodbye.

With the experience of last time, Dong Chuanlin was not so worried this time.I have said goodbye once, and this time I am familiar with it.

After chatting for a while, Dong Chuanlin finished what he had to explain, and he said quietly: "It will be thousands of miles away again, remember to write back to me when the time comes, and don't make me wait too long."

Although it is not as exaggerated as Qianli, it is in his heart.The place where we can't see each other for three days is thousands of miles away.

Han Song responded, "Okay."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Dong Chuanlin said again: "The reply is not allowed to be much less than mine!"

Han Song laughed softly: "How can I guarantee this, I can't write all the trivial things."

"Why can't I do it?" Dong Chuanlin said, "Every time I write so much, you reply so little, which makes me very embarrassed."

"I can't see that you still care about saving face so much."

"Of course, no—are you complimenting me or hurting me?" The more Dong Chuanlin thought about it, the more he felt that Han Song was saying that he had a thick skin.

Han Song laughed twice, skipped the question and said, "Don't think too much, maybe we can meet again soon."

Dong Chuanlin thought about it in a blink of an eye, that's right, he should be able to ask for leave to come back after the birth of the eldest brother and sister-in-law's child.If it doesn't work, he can save the first day of the month for rest, and it's enough time to go home together.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was just right.

The sun shone through the thick fog, and Dong Chuanlin stepped on his pack and went out to drive the ox cart to the town.

Just like his first trip, Dong Guangcheng and Liu Yue were still reluctant to leave, and Han Song still didn't come to see him off.

The author has something to say:

Have a nice weekend~