After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Putting down the chopsticks, Liu Yue was still a little reluctant, but nodded in agreement.

The wedding date is tentatively scheduled for the cool autumn.

This decision did not ask for any opinions from the two protagonists, and it was purely arbitrarily acted by their parents. However, Han Song and Dong Chuanlin were not displeased at all, they nodded shyly in agreement with tacit understanding.

Remove leftovers.

Dried melons and fruits are on the table.

Leaving the housework to the young people, Liu Yue and Ye Shuhua started a stimulating discussion around their marriage half a year later.

While clearing away the dishes, they discussed when to fix the house.

While cleaning the table, they were discussing the three books and six rituals.

After clearing the table and chopsticks, the two of them just sat down when they started discussing the matter of choosing a date for their birthday and getting married.

Dong Chuanlin sat blankly, unable to say a word.

He turned his head to look at Han Song, listening seriously and seriously, with his lips pursed tightly, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Looking at him, he shook his head.

Through the rough planning of the elders for the future, he slowly sketched it in his mind-the Han family will come to propose marriage before his birthday, and they will get engaged soon, and the bridal chamber will be celebrated during the harvest season...

He briefly mentioned the details of the matter, and the only thing that could be clearly outlined was the face of the person beside him.

"Chuan Lin, what are you thinking? Hurry up and report your birthday to your mother." Ye Shuhua called him with a smile.

Dong Chuanlin suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah - good." He raised his head to think carefully, but before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"Don't think about it!" Liu Yue said angrily, "I don't know where my brain is going, so why not think about it, I might as well do it myself." After a few words of disgust, she reported a series of times to Dong Chuanliang who was in charge of recording, correct and smooth.

Dong Chuanlin muttered: "You know all about it and still ask me..."

"I can't even ask you a few words?! I think you are deliberately against me! When discussing such a big matter, you just keep giggling and don't say anything. Are you getting married or me?! "

The hand that landed on Dong Chuanlin's waist was still a step too late, and stopped awkwardly in the air.After staying for a while, he quickly and gently pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

Dong Chuanlin was immediately discouraged, and said with a pursed mouth: "I've never been married before, so where can I come to give you an opinion..." Seeing Liu Yue's complexion suddenly changed, he immediately changed his words: "Son, don't worry about you, mother is careful and capable. , I will be able to handle everything properly! Leave it to mother, son rest assured!"

Liu Yuebai glanced at him, but couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sycophant."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Liu Yue's complexion improved a little, but her tone was still disgusted, and she waved her away: "Brother Song, take him out quickly, so as not to be an eyesore if you stay here, and you will know your glib tongue when you don't do any business."

Han Song nodded to the elders, and obediently led Dong Chuanlin away.

After going out, Dong Chuanlin breathed a sigh of relief.

"You... are uncomfortable staying in the house?" Han Song asked after a long time of deliberation.

"It's not uncomfortable, it's just boring."

Han Song remained silent, and the clenched hands hidden in his sleeves became even tighter.

Looking at the direction ahead, Dong Chuanlin asked: "To your house?"

"Yeah." Han Song nodded, "It's too cold outside, so we can't stay longer."

Dong Chuanlin didn't speak, but followed him obediently.After entering the room, he naturally took off his coat and nestled under the quilt, hastily rubbing his frozen fingers.

After a while, Han Song came in with a thermos in his hand.

In the cold winter, seeing a thermos is more exciting than seeing gold and silver treasures.

Dong Chuanlin stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Han Song refused. He slowly took off his coat, wrapped him in his arms, and stuffed the thermos into his arms.

It was hot from front to back, and the air-conditioning dissipated quickly. Dong Chuanlin leaned lazily, drowsy.

"When can we go back?"

Han Song: "Later."

"Okay, if I fall asleep, remember to call me." Dong Chuanlin yawned in response to the occasion, and murmured: "I don't know where they come to discuss so many things. They don't feel tired after endless discussions."

As soon as the eyelids were closed, a question came from behind him suddenly.

"you are tired?"

"Ah?" Dong Chuanlin was puzzled: "I'm not tired, I'm just sleepy."

Han Song asked again: "Isn't it good to have a wedding in autumn?"

"No." Dong Chuanlin was completely stunned, and turned his head to look at him: "What are you thinking about, and the questions are messy."

The hands around the waist moved restlessly, and Han Song's tone became low: "You have been wandering after eating, if you are not satisfied with it, tell me, and I will adjust it."

The thick palm slid down along the waistline and grasped it quickly.

When the cold hand touched the warmth, Dong Chuanlin trembled in shock, and his voice trembled: "You, you speak well, don't touch your hands."

As expected, no one responded to the painless words, but instead they seemed to be fueling the flames.

The up and down movements of the big palms made the hard calluses on the palms itchy and painful.

The speed gradually changed from slow to fast, and the scratching itch completely covered the little bit of pain.

Dong Chuanlin involuntarily snorted twice, with a hint of enjoyment.

After a long time, he exhaled a long breath, buried his head in the socket of Han Song's collarbone, his heart was still beating violently.

"Comfortable?"

Han Song's gentle questioning was exchanged for Dong Chuanlin's rough twisting of the flesh, and then he heard a voice like a mosquito.

"Ah."

After laying down for a long time, Dong Chuanlin felt that he was completely alive, and blushed and urged Han Song to get out of bed to clean up.

After kissing on the cheek, Han Song curled up his lips and stood up.

He doesn't shy away from his right hand stained with scorching liquid.

On the contrary, Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to look straight in the eye, with a shy expression on his face.

After a long meal, all the sleepy ones ran away, and Dong Chuanlin was very energetic, staring at the door and waiting for someone to come back.

When someone enters the room, he eagerly pulls him onto the bed, lies back comfortably, and sleeps comfortably with his eyes closed.

When he was drowsy and about to fall asleep again, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and opened his eyes suddenly.

Han Song was taken aback by his sudden movement, and said softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"You haven't explained the previous question clearly, and I was almost fooled by you." Dong Chuanlin pinched his chin and said fiercely: "Say it quickly! Otherwise, the family law will serve you!"

Han Song was helpless: "What are you talking about?"

"If you say I'm not satisfied, you can adjust it. Adjust what? When did I say I'm not satisfied? What do you mean?"

"On the surface." Han Song looked calm, "I can adjust whatever you don't like."

Dong Chuanlin couldn't help grinning, and said happily, "You are so beautiful! I really think I am a fairy, and I can handle everything."

Han Song hugged him tightly, leaned his chin on his shoulder, and said, "I'm serious, don't hide from me."

"What the hell."

Dong Chuanlin glared at him, not understanding the meaning of his words, rubbing his hairy head against his chest to find a suitable place to nest.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses, held Han Song's face and asked solemnly: "You mean the marriage in autumn? Do you think I don't want to?"

Han Song looked at him without saying a word.

With a sound of "Puff", Dong Chuanlin laughed cheerfully, squeezed the soft flesh on his face, and said: "There are so many foreshadowings, are you afraid that I will not succeed in escaping marriage?"

"afraid."

There is no hesitation or hesitation, so fast that you are afraid that the other party will forget the importance of the problem.

The laughter that had reached his lips froze immediately, and Dong Chuanlin was stunned.

Mouth speechless.

Han Song raised his hand to touch his face, gently and cautiously, and firmly spoke with small movements.

Dong Chuanlin licked his lips, pressed his shoulder and kissed him back, passionately and boldly.

One piece and one combination are all responses.

The flame of enthusiasm is burning more and more vigorously, which seems to be reduced to ashes together.

Han Song wanted to push it away, but found that his hands were weak, so he obediently obeyed.

Unexpectedly, the lips kept moving, from top to bottom, along the corners of the lips and across the waistline, slowly and painfully moving downward.

Sensibility returned in an instant, Han Song pulled him back, his voice became extremely hoarse: "Don't."

Dong Chuanlin looked up at him, smiled foolishly and quickly lowered his head.

From panic and wanting to refuse to being helpless and obsessed, Han Song gradually lost his sanity.

He couldn't tell whether it was the shadow of the lamp shaking or himself shaking.

He felt like a solitary boat in the vast ocean, rickety for half his life and finally found the navigator, whether to move forward steadily or to capsize and fall into the water, all under the control of the other party.