The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 287

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

For some reason, Lin Qiaoyun suddenly thought of this wanderer's poem, thinking about the one she loves, whether it's a mother or a wife, she can't wait to have everything ready for three years.

Qin Han tried to persuade her, but in the end he couldn't resist, so he had to pick up the wick to make the light brighter, so as not to hurt the eyes by sewing the bag.

Occasionally, the lights crackled, and no one in the room made a sound, so the sound became infinitely louder.Qin Han stared at the man under the lamp, who concentrated on making clothes.Half of the blue silk hangs from the ears, and the eyes are focused on threading the stitches, turning them softly into needles, and the dense seams are full of hearts.

Looking at it, Qin Han felt the corners of his eyes sore, and his heart throbbed violently. He leaned over to her, hugged her shoulders, and buried his small face in his arms, "Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I will Come back safe and sound."

They still have too many things to do, he is reluctant to leave, and even more remembers the day of their marriage, the oath is vivid in his memory, to take care of her for the rest of her life, and never leave her.

Lin Qiaoyun moved her shoulders, pinched the stitches, and finally did not move. She quietly nestled in the man's arms and closed her astringent eyes.The bag in my hand has been reinforced more than a dozen times, and I am always afraid that it will be dropped in the middle of the journey. The pills in it are for detoxification, miasma avoidance, hemostasis, and life-sustaining. A life-saving elixir.

She only hoped that the man would be good, and she wished she could put her eyes on him all the time so that she could feel at ease.

"Don't sew any more. If you sew any more, my clothes will be torn." Qin Han joked softly, pinching the corner of the clothes, the stitches around the bag, crooked and crooked for thousands of years, going back and forth again and again, but it was very difficult to go around. firm.The coils of silk thread are like the ropes tied by a daughter-in-law to a man's heart. No matter how far he goes, he always remembers to go home.

Lin Qiaoyun buried her face even tighter, her breath was filled with the smell of saponin on the man's body, and when she shook her body, the man felt that the moon soil skin's clothes were wet with tears.

"Hey, daughter-in-law, don't cry..." Qin Han was at a loss and didn't dare to pull her hard. He lowered his head to coax her and was stupid, afraid that he might say something wrong, so he quickly handed the clothes back, "You sew, you sew, sew I like whatever it looks like, and I will definitely wear it tomorrow to go out."

Women don't love men and dislike them. He wanted to joke, but he didn't want to make his wife angry. He's a pig.

Lin Qiaoyun couldn't hold it back, and with a puff, she happily put it in his arms.

Putting a small hand on the man's waist and twisting it, the pain made the man gasp, and exaggerated the interpretation, which made Lin Qiaoyun smile and bend her brows, the tears that hadn't dried up in time slid down the corners of her eyes and were wiped away by the man's big hand, and then her face Stick it up, densely follow the eyelids, and put the tears into the mouth one by one, the salty taste is even more heart-warming.

The man bent down and hugged Lin Qiaoyun, the lights flickered, and they both fell into the bed.

"Hmm..." Lin Qiaoyun whimpered, meowing as sweetly as a kitten, her nose was stuffy from crying, her mouth was gagged by the man, her little face was flushed from holding back, and her little hands helplessly grabbed the man's shoulders.

Qin Han had enough of it, he let go when Lin Qiaoyun's brain was hypoxic, and he had no strength to struggle, lying on the bed, his little hands weakly wrapped around his moon beige, and let him move, his clothes fell off.

This night, Lin Qiaoyun was ups and downs. She hadn't slept for two days, plus a physical labor. In the second half, she only felt that her thoughts were transpiring into steam. Occasionally, she heard the sound of a shifter, and she didn't know whether it was four or five times. When I woke up, the pillow beside me was no longer warm.

(End of this chapter)