After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

It was not the first time that Dong Chuanlin stayed in Han Song's house. Before Han Song went to war, he stayed there for a night from time to time.

At the beginning, Chen Suiyang still left a light for him every day, but he became lazy when the number of times was too many, so he just turned off the light and went to sleep to save wasting lamp oil.

The two hit it off and get along every day, so they will inevitably be unable to restrain their inner agitation. Chen Suiyang knows this, so when Dong Chuanlin stayed at Han's house, he didn't talk much to stop him, but just reminded him a few times in good intentions.

Fortunately, Han Song just came back, and Dong Chuanlin was absent from work.

This, this is too blatant.

Seeing that Dong Chuanlin was a little dazed, it seemed that he didn't understand what he meant. Chen Suiyang hated iron for being weak, and his brain for love and love was opened up so early, how could he be so slow in terms of physical health? !

"You haven't reached the age of marriage, so it's inappropriate to be so presumptuous!" Chen Suiyang quickly raised his head and glanced at Han Song, and said timidly: "Besides, you are still so small and your bones are not strong yet. What can I do after that?"

Dong Chuanlin's gaze gradually turned cold.

But Chen Suiyang didn't respond at all, he was addicted to preaching, "It's fine if you are young and ignorant, why is Han Song so careless, he only knows that he is happy..."

"stop!"

Dong Chuanlin's face was flushed with embarrassment, he didn't even have the face to look back at Han Song, and pushed Chen Suiyang out.

"Get out! Talk about a lot of nonsense, I didn't understand a word! If you are really idle and bored, go and help the master make a fire and fry the medicine, don't talk here and there, I am confused. Go back quickly! The master will be scolded later."

Chen Suiyang was a little confused, looked at Dong Chuanlin and then at Han Song.

"Why are you still in a daze, why don't you leave quickly! You will be satisfied only if the master comes to find someone with a stick, isn't it, hurry up and leave!"

After successfully driving people away, Dong Chuanlin breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and smiled at people, baring his teeth, pointing his fingers aimlessly, "Chen Suiyang is just so talkative, just leave him alone."

Han Song suppressed his smile and nodded, allowing him to push himself into the room.

Dong Chuanlin put him on the bed, and arranged condescendingly: "You sleep well here, I will go to work first, and wait for me to come back obediently!"

"Listen to you." Han Song smiled and obeyed.

Satisfied with helping him tuck the quilt, Dong Chuanlin turned and left in a cool manner.Before closing the door, he looked back and saw Han Song lying obediently, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

Turn over and sing!Lao Tzu is the pillar of the family today!

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and he sketched out a warm and wonderful scene. Dong Chuanlin hummed a little song and happily went to wash up.

When I came back, I happened to meet Aunt Han getting up and going out. I told her about Han Song and explained a few words along the way, and Dong Chuanlin, the pillar of support, went out smoothly.

Although Chen Suiyang was willing to ask for leave for him, he really didn't have such a thick skin and really didn't want to go.

When he arrived at the processing room when the sun was high, he was reprimanded as expected.

Probably because of a good night's sleep, Dong Chuanlin is full of energy today, and he works fast and well. The master who scolded him for being late for being late couldn't help but look at him more and praise him a few words.

"Stop laughing, the corners of your mouth are almost going to the sky." Chen Suiyang looked at him resentfully.

Smiling, laughing, laughing all morning, there is no end to it.

Dong Chuanlin: "You are jealous."

Chen Suiyang rolled his eyes at him, "Pull it down, I don't envy people who miss work and get scolded."

"Who pointed out this." Dong Chuanlin was triumphant, "You are envious of my love □□ career harvest!"

"Why are you so happy with the harvest?"

A person came in suddenly through the open door, and the two of them looked up to see the person's appearance and got up quickly, "Hi, supervisor."

Director Qin nodded and smiled, looked around and asked, "Master Li is not here?"

Master Li is the person in charge of the processing room where they are located. Chen Suiyang explained: "Master Li has been called to inspect the medicinal materials, and we are here to sort them out."

"Okay, then come to my study when you're done." At the door, Director Qin turned to Dong Chuanlin and said, "You come too."

After finishing their work, the two went to Director Qin's study together.

"Someone is going to come to our place for a while, Suiyang, you will help take care of him when the time comes."

Chen Suiyang didn't ask any more questions, and nodded in agreement.

After sipping some tea, Director Qin asked lightly, "I've been here for two years, what do you guys think?"

The question came unexpectedly, and the two looked at each other, speechless.

"No problem, just say it."

Director Qin glanced at them and called them by name: "Chuan Lin, you go first."

Dong Chuanlin pondered for a moment, held his breath and said: "I haven't figured out where I am suitable to go, but I know that I am not suitable to stay in the special processing room."

Ignoring the surprised gazes from both sides, he continued, "I have a few catties and a few taels, and I know in my heart that it won't do any good if I stay tough."

During the half a year in the special processing room, he suffered many setbacks and thought about it many times.

He has seriously thought about and understood the "good medicine can only be prepared by combining with medicine" emphasized by the teacher, but the results are not satisfactory.

The best level he can reach will be equal to the passing line, not a single point more.This level is not eligible to stay in the special processing room.

At first, his assessment results didn't even qualify him to study in a special processing room. At that time, he didn't ask about the meaning of such an unconventional arrangement.

Nowadays, good or bad grades are all on the surface, there is no need to hide it, and it is good for everyone to make it clear.

He never wanted to hide it either.

Responding to Dong Chuanlin was a burst of silence.

Chen Suiyang wanted to explain to him, but he didn't know how to speak. He secretly tugged on his sleeve several times, telling him in a low voice to calm down and stop talking nonsense.

Director Qin's mood became much calmer, and he drank tea comfortably, and looked a little smiling.

In a blink of an eye, it disappeared again.

The long silence made Dong Chuanlin feel a little guilty, and he added: "I have studied very seriously, and there is no intention of perfunctory! It's just..." He lowered his head, his voice weakened, "...just not talented enough."

After finishing speaking, Director Qin still didn't answer. After a while, he asked Chen Suiyang the same question as usual.

After Chen Suiyang finished answering, he still didn't respond, as if the answer to such a heavy topic was not important at all.

The silent answer made people guess that both Dong Chuanlin and Chen Suiyang were beating drums in their hearts, secretly thinking about the meaning behind Director Qin's silent response.

Arriving at Han's house, he listened to Aunt Han's words and went to the kitchen to find Han Song.

When he entered the room, Han Song was decocting the medicine, he didn't look back, "Take the food out for dinner."

After the words fell, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

Han Song paused for a moment, then returned to normal, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

The furry head rubbed against his back, "I'm not tired." His voice was muffled, "I just want to hug you for a while."

……

After dinner, Dong Chuanlin entered the room first, and when Han Song entered the room, he had already packed most of his things and made a bed piecemeal.

Half of the family's belongings are here, and they are all urgent and necessary.

"Want to move?"

When Han Song walked in front of him, the tall figure completely covered the faint yellow light, and the most obvious information he could receive could only come from Han Song.

Dong Chuanlin nodded feebly, "It's not good to live together if you have no name or distinction."

"You didn't say that before." Han Song stretched out his arms to put him in his arms, turned and sat on the edge of the bed, and the person in his arms fell firmly on his lap.

Rubbing his earlobe with his nose, Han Song asked, "Have you heard gossip? Huh? Tell me about it."

"No one said, I figured it out myself."

The large area centered on the earlobe was red and itchy. Dong Chuanlin wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch it, but his hand was being clenched again. He could only shrink his neck to resist.

"You figured it out as soon as I came back?" Han Song threw away Ceng Yiceng, went straight to his teeth, and bit the edge of his ear once and for all.

"You really think I'm ugly and dark?"

Dong Chuanlin glared at him, "You have really rich imagination."

Han Song laughed softly, "I'll move it for you in two days, so you stay here first."

The lips moved back and forth, lower and lower, touching the collarbone, and the hot breath of the nose sprayed all over it.

"I feel at ease with you here."

A heart that is used to wandering is willing to stay.

A row of small red marks were drawn on the collarbone, and Han Song happily stamped them repeatedly.

Suddenly, Dong Chuanlin turned around and hugged his waist, his legs twisted together awkwardly.

The furry head hid at the neck, and after a while, it let out a sound like a cat's meow, piercing into his heart sharply.

"Brother Song, do you have a direction?"

The road ahead is hazy and mysterious, and I seem... to lose track of the way forward.

"Have."

Han Song said in a deep voice: "I want to protect everyone and Xiaojia well." The country is everyone, and Xiaojia is obvious.

Dong Chuanlin listened quietly to his words, and suddenly the soft flesh on his waist was lifted and put down again and again.

The man's breathing became heavier, and he said incoherently, "I lost weight."