After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After closing the stall and returning home, Dong Chuanlin secretly looked at Han Song all the way.

He was very sure that what Han Song did when he gave Grandma first aid was CPR, and he could immediately calm down and perform it skillfully, which is by no means something that a native of Yuehe could do.

There is only one possibility, Han Song, like him, traveled through time.

The bullock cart was driving on the potholed loess road. Dong Chuanlin fell into deep thought after this thought came to his mind.

Han Song didn't know what he was thinking, and he glanced forward as usual.

In the half a year that Dong Chuanlin traveled here, he didn't hear of any major incidents in the Han family, and Han Song never even got sick or caught a cold.

Moving forward in time, the most serious incident that happened to the Han family in the past five years was Han Bo's death while hunting, and Han Song was also present when the incident happened.

After Han Bo's death, the Han family fell into a freezing point for a while. Coupled with Aunt Han's serious illness and resignation, everyone thought Han Song's changes were the growth after his father's death.

Dong Chuanlin lowered his eyebrows and thought carefully, Han Song did have some differences in character and behavior after Han Bo's death.

It’s just that he and Han Song are five years older. Dong Chuanlin just entered school, and Han Song followed Han Bo to the mountains to hunt. The trajectory was completely different, and he knew little about him.

He still vaguely remembered that Han Song used to love to laugh, with a tanned face and big white teeth when he smiled, and he liked to tease his younger brothers and sisters.He would share the wild fruits that Han Bo brought back every time he went hunting, and Dong Chuanlin ate a lot when he was a child.

As they got older, Dong Chuanlin and his friends dared to go to the foot of the mountain to pick fruits by themselves, and they were not indifferent to the fruits Han Song gave, and their relationship faded with age.

Falling into memory, Dong Chuanlin couldn't help but look up at Han Song.

He is still dark, but he no longer likes to laugh, he still respects the old and loves the young, but it is only because of etiquette.He walked alone, guarding the poor Han family, guarding the only relative.

Or his eyes were too hot and direct, Han Song looked back at him with puzzlement in his eyes.

Dong Chuanlin took a deep breath and said with a smirk: "It's been a long time since I went to Brother Han's house to watch the moon and chat. It just so happens that I have nothing to do tonight. I'll go find you after dinner."

Although he was sure that Han Song and him came from the same time and space, it is better to make it clear that both parties can understand their identities and have a support.

Facing Dong Chuanlin's heavy and complicated eyes, he intuitively told Han Song that it was not as simple as admiring the moon and chatting. He lightly pursed his lips, smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll prepare salted peanuts in advance."

"There are also salted peanuts to eat. I also want to join in the fun." Dong Chuanliang, who was sitting on the side, teased.

"Brother, aren't you afraid that sister-in-law will be unhappy if you run out alone to admire the moon?"

What Dong Chuanlin said obviously meant that he didn't want Dong Chuanliang to accompany him, and Han Song was sure that he had something to say tonight.

"Hey, she cares about me." Dong Chuanliang scratched his head with a happy smile, and continued: "I was just joking, and I finally have time to rest. I don't want to waste it."

Yu Shi is getting older, and the child in his stomach will torture people even more, and Yu Shi feels nauseated and vomits non-stop when he smells the smell of meat.Other people's family became fat during pregnancy, but Dong's daughter-in-law didn't change at all except for a bigger belly.

Dong Chuanliang panicked, and every day he went home to cook for his wife himself. With his persistent efforts, Mrs. Yu gradually plumped up. Dong Chuanliang was not willing to leave his wife behind to enjoy the moon.

Arriving at the entrance of the village, the three parted ways at the fork in the road.

Han Song walked quickly along the narrow path. He had to rush to water the vegetables and pull weeds in the field, and he would be invisible when it was dark.

The back was getting farther and farther away, Dong Chuanlin looked away, and followed Dong Chuanliang with inertia like a walking corpse, his thoughts had already gone to nowhere.

Han Song has kept a busy life ever since he helped out at the noodle stall.

After closing the stall and returning home, he has to rush to work in the vegetable field. When he returns home, he will help feed the chickens and pigs. If he comes back early, he will rush up the mountain to set traps.

Several times when Dong Chuanlin went to look for Dong Guangcheng in the field when it was getting dark, he saw Han Song tirelessly carrying water and watering vegetables, but he didn't appreciate his hard work, and the vegetable seedlings didn't appreciate his hard work, and he didn't give any face to them.

Day in and day out, Han Song never complained in front of Dong's family. He never asked for an early closing of the stall or a raise in wages. He even came to help on the market day when he was supposed to be resting.

Dong Chuanlin has never seen a more straightforward person than him.

To be honest, working at a noodle stall doesn’t make a lot of money, and it’s far less than what you can earn from hunting hard. The only thing you want is leisure.But he is not a person who wants to be idle, if Liu Shi and Dong Chuanlin have not pleaded, he probably would not even look at it.

Obviously when Dong Chuanlin left the school at the age of 15, he could justifiably not help and let Dong Chuanlin take the top position.It is reasonable and tacit for brothers to work together, which is also the best reason for him to leave.

Dong Chuanlin couldn't figure out why he didn't bring it up.He definitely doesn't care about such things because of face, and there is no such thing as paying attention to wages, and it is even more nonsense to want to be free.

Knowing that he also traveled here, this question lingered in Dong Chuanlin's mind without interruption.It is impossible for him not to understand which is more important than interests.

After arriving home, Dong Chuanlin shook his head and put aside his messy thoughts, and he understood everything after asking questions at night.

"Chuanlin, come here and help me see if this fancy pattern looks good." Dong Chuanfang beckoned him over.

A few days ago on Liu's birthday, the Tong family took the opportunity to visit and brought their youngest son, Tong Meng.It was rare to see her engaged fiancé, Dong Chuanfang blushed and couldn't help laughing while embroidering.

From that day on, Dong Chuanfang's strength in embroidering wedding clothes became stronger. Whenever she had time, she would pester Mrs. Liu to ask her if she embroidered well and if she wanted to change the pattern. Dong Chuanlin.

She thought to herself that men's visions were probably similar, and he would like what the younger brother thought was good-looking.

Dong Chuanlin walked over slowly, no matter how beautiful the fancy pattern was, he would get tired of watching it a thousand times, so he forced himself to correct Dong Chuanfang's mistakes.

Marriage is very important no matter which dynasty it is in. Dong Chuanlin is looking forward to his second sister getting married in a good manner, and also hoping that she can laugh happily for the rest of her life.

Moving onto the small bench, Dong Chuanlin sat aside and watched the second sister patiently embroider stitch by stitch.

How rare it is to find a person who can rely on and smile when you say his name.He looked down at the ground and wondered when he would find someone like this.

Sometimes he was thinking, time travel is not God letting him go through a catastrophe, but watching him alone, letting him come to a country that supports same-sex marriage to find happiness and experience the love that he has been thinking about.

"sister."

"what happened?"

"Are you afraid of it?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Go to a strange environment, spend a lifetime with unfamiliar people and have children."

"Silly brother, you are always happy with the person you like. It is a happy thing to have children for him."

Dong Chuanlin was silent for a moment and said: "...I can't understand this feeling."

Dong Chuanfang couldn't help laughing at Dong Chuanlin's distressed and puzzled expression. She put down her embroidery needle and said carefully, "In a few years, when Chuanlin grows up, he will understand when he finds someone he likes."

Dong Chuanlin squeezed out a smile and bowed his head. Growing up is an annoying and helpless thing. It’s hard to return to being a teenager. It’s better to enjoy and cherish it first, and put it aside when it comes to falling in love.

……

At night, there are few stars, and the moon hides only half of its face in the clouds.

Han Song took the teapot and cups and put them on the stone table in the yard, then went to the kitchen to take out a plate to put salted peanuts on.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Han asked, "Chuan Lin is coming?"

My son has a bad taste, and the snacks she worked so hard to make can only be exchanged for something delicious to make her happy, and he wouldn't even touch it if he wasn't asked to eat it.Only when Dong Chuanlin came to play at home, his son would serve a plate of peanuts.

"Well, he likes to eat your salted peanuts, put a plate for him to taste." Han Song didn't stop, filling a plate full.

It's rare to hear that kid Lin likes it, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will eat such a big bag.Aunt Han smiled cheerfully, "This kid is really greedy, next time I will make more and you can send it to him."

Aunt Han followed Han Song to the yard and sat down on the stone bench.

Han Song put down the peanut plate and said seriously: "No, just let him taste it when you come to play, children can't be used to it." If you send peanuts to him, you won't know what to treat next time.

Aunt Han looked at Han Song dotingly: "You, you are obviously distressed, but you still say you are not forgiving." It was said that Lin came to the house to play, not to make good tea and prepare snacks.

"I don't want him to think that we are treating him well because of the Dong family." Han Song poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Aunt Han.

When her husband just passed away, Aunt Han felt sad, and would often talk to a few familiar sisters in the village when she had nothing to do.After a period of time, some gossip women in the village said that Aunt Han went to chat with them in the name of sisterhood, in order to catch up with her and take advantage of it, and to find some backers for a better life.

Aunt Han didn't expect that Han Song could still remember what happened so many years ago, and he was still so sensitive to the intimacy of others.She sighed and muttered: "Song'er, you..."

"Brother Dong! Aunt Han!" Dong Chuanlin pushed open the wooden door that was only half a person's height around the courtyard, and greeted the two sitting happily.

Aunt Han put away the words that were on her lips, rolled up the hair hanging by her ears, and said with a smile, "Chuan Lin is here, sit down quickly."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Han." Dong Chuanlin sat down obediently, and the presence of elders should not be too casual.

Aunt Han also saw his restraint, and after a few chats, she said that she was sleepy and wanted to go back to her room to rest.

Watching Slim Finger close the door, Dong Chuanlin looked away, took the tea that Han Song poured for him, drank it in one gulp, and put the teacup on the stone table.

Unable to control the strength, the teacup collided with the stone table, making a crisp sound.

After Dong Chuanlin lowered his head to organize his words, he called out to Han Song who was peeling peanuts.

"Brother Han..."

Since he crossed over, Han Song treated him very well, and the two got along well.Dong Chuanlin was a little uncomfortable to suddenly bring the topic to the distant modern times, and his heart trembled.

Han Song looked up at him and then peeled the peanuts. He said, "Huh? If you have something to say, just say it."

"I want to ask you... are you a successor to socialism?"

The author has something to say:

Han Song: I am not only the successor of socialism, but also the successor of the dragon!