After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

"Remember to miss me." Dong Chuanlin looked at him eagerly.

Han Song curled his lips and nodded, and walked out with his arms around his waist.

Putting his hand on the latch, he was about to open the door when an apparently small white hand covered him to prevent him from moving.

Putting his feet on his shoulders and hooking his neck, Dong Chuanlin leaned close to his ears, "I miss you every day."

Seeing his smile deepen suddenly, Dong Chuanlin let go of the door contentedly.Suddenly, the back was pressed against the door panel, and it was a long and domineering deep kiss, sweet and spicy.

After getting into the carriage and staggering, Dong Chuanlin couldn't help licking his lips and grinning silly, reminiscing about the parting kiss.

……

Aftertaste, unknowingly spent more than two months.

From the rustling autumn wind to the biting cold wind, from the peaceful and small mountain village to the bustling and lively town.

Touching the green thorns on his chin overnight, Dong Chuanlin leaned against the window, watching the marks of the carriage passing by from afar.

"Chuan Lin," Master Mo called him, "what kind of strange things out there are you taking so seriously?"

Dong Chuanlin put down the curtain, shook his head and said, "No, I just took a look."

"Still sad about Han Song's sudden return home?" Master Mo sighed and comforted him: "In less than two months, I will be able to rest and return home for the New Year, and it will not be too late to get together again. Don't be impatient."

"I know, I'm not in a hurry." Dong Chuanlin smiled slightly.

He was just worried whether Aunt Han's frail body could bear such a harsh wind.

This year's weather is more unpredictable than previous years. The cold wind is already howling in early winter, forcing everyone to wrap up their jackets.The time of the acquisition trip was forced to be extended due to the weather.

Half a month ago, Dong Chuanlin received the letter from Han Song a month ago.

There are only a few sentences in the letter, only that he and his mother went back to Miaojia Village to escape the cold, and nothing else was mentioned.

Before it was time to rest and take a bath, he suddenly left his job and went home to escape the cold. The reason only needs a little thought.

This made Dong Chuanlin even more worried.

Last year, Aunt Han's body became weak when autumn turned to winter. This year, the cold wind is fierce, and I don't know what the situation is.

Miaojia Village, a hundred miles away.

The Han family, which had been inhabited for a long time and left a thick layer of dust, suddenly welcomed back its master.

After staying for half a month, except for the hostess's house, which was carefully cleaned, the rest of the place was only done in a hurry, full of perfunctory.

In addition to the resurgence of fireworks in the stove house, the strong smell of medicine is still lingering every day.

Reluctantly drank half a bowl of medicine, Ye Shuhua frowned and shook her head, pushed away the bowl in front of her that exuded an infinite bitter taste, supported her body with her hands and slowly leaned on the head of the bed to breathe slowly.

Han Song was not surprised by this phenomenon, and calmly put the bowl on the table.The black juice swayed non-stop with his movements, as if dancing happily, without being affected by the people around him at all.

Seeing his mother finish eating the sweet preserves in small bites, Han Song got up and picked up the medicine bowl to leave.

"Songer," Ye Shuhua called him weakly, he turned to look, and she said again: "What day is it today? Chuan Lin said when will he be back?"

After a long silence, Han Song replied: "He said soon."

"That's good, that's good." Ye Shuhua murmured, with a little smile on her lips, she closed her eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

After gently closing the door, Han Song breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

There are no stars, no full moon, and the whole sky is dark gray with a bit of mist.

The gas that came out turned into white mist, and it disappeared without waiting for people to react.

Han Song lied just now.

The weather was too cold, and the frequency of medicine trucks coming and going decreased. He hadn't received a letter from Dong Chuanlin for a while.

In the previous letter, I never mentioned the specific time of returning home.

He can only estimate, counting silently in his heart, thinking and counting, how long it will take before he can see someone.

The taste of waiting is really hard.

Han Song was a little anxious when approaching the pharmaceutical village when Hugh returned home to celebrate the new year. He would go to the village entrance for a walk sooner or later, and he always had a kind of expectation in his heart.

Maybe if you sneak around and come back, you will be able to lead someone back by hand.

Aunt Han noticed his little thoughts, and couldn't help teasing him while drinking the medicine. She smiled while talking, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her pale and wrinkled face was stained with red.

The dreary home gradually became lively because of a person who was about to return.

Aunt Han urged him to buy new year's goods, add some household items, and prepare food.

Han Song was busy with other things and forgot for a while, but was reprimanded by her, and he went to the city to buy in a basket on his back in desperation.

While shopping, he went to Yicao Tang by the way to get the medicine that his mother would drink every day.

While waiting, Han Song chatted with Yao Gong one after another.For some reason, the Chinese New Year was involved, and the pharmacist complained that the pharmacy had to be open on the [-]th of the year, which was not as comfortable as the pharmacy village, and the holiday would start tomorrow or two days until the new year.

The more Yao Gong talked, the more distressed he became, he was immersed in his own world, completely oblivious to the corners of the mouths of the listeners around him who couldn't help curling up, and even their eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

Everything at home is quickly prepared, and the joy of the New Year can be started at any time.

After waiting for a few more days, Han Song did not know how many times he had to walk around the entrance of the village every day, but he still did not see the familiar figure.

Before he had an attack, Aunt Han couldn't wait any longer and urged Han Song to find out the news.

Not long after, he received a letter from Dong Chuanliang after he came back from the stall, saying it was from the pharmaceutical village.

Opening the letter, the purpose of entry is the familiar handwriting.

Han Song was overjoyed, but before the boiling boiled, he cooled down after reading the letter.

The letter said that there was a problem with the medicinal materials he purchased with Master Mo before, and he had to stay and wait for the problem to be resolved before returning, so Han Song should not worry.

Han Song spread his hands and looked up at the sky.

How can this not worry, and how can people not worry.

Day by day, Aunt Han would ask about the situation once a day as usual.

Han Song also seemed a little flustered, and what he did was a little nonsensical.

He could have taken all the medicines he needed for ten days in one go, but he had to come every other day and only take two days at a time. It was useless to have too many pharmacists stuffing his hands.

The pharmaceutical workers got a headache when they saw him, and their complexions gradually turned pale.The pharmacy is already busy, but even the acquaintances are not considerate, and they have made so many tricks.

The pharmacist who received Han Song gradually changed from enthusiasm to indifference.

Han Song came to get the medicine again, as usual, it only took two days. After he took the medicine, he looked at it a few times, but hesitated to speak.

The medicine worker read his mind, sighed and spoke first.

"Brother Han, you can ask whatever you want. We are so familiar that there is no need to hide it! Is it still about Brother Dong? I have told you several times, and I will send someone to notify you if there is any news. There is no need to go back and forth like this, how tiring it is!"

Seeing that he hadn't said a word for a long time, his face was dark and heavy, the drug worker panicked a little, and his voice weakened unknowingly: "I'll send someone to ride a horse to inform you of news, and I won't make you wait any longer, is that okay? "

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As the saying goes, if you don't serialize, you will never know how busy you are.

I'm sorry everyone, sorry.