Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 692 After Asking the Name 1
It was a busy day yesterday, and the little woman in front of me woke up early in the morning to see his situation, caring about him all the time, thinking of him, her gentleness, her empathy, all made him want madly Dedicate everything to him and love her with his whole life.

Letting go of her red lips, looking at her slightly intoxicated face with her eyes slightly closed and her limp body slumped in her arms, Song Fanhua hugged her again, "Huan'er, I'm having a good time right now." Very happy, really, it’s okay to be a little bit tired, as long as you are by my side!”

Cheng Huan leaned on his shoulders, feeling the warmth from his body, "Brother Fanhua, Huan'er will stand by your side no matter what, help you, support you, but you must promise Huan'er, Huan'er is the only woman in this life, okay?"

"En!" Song Fanhua agreed softly, and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.

In the afternoon, Song Fanhua called friends to help build a house on the empty field next to the tea field. Some wood was left when making the fenders, so he quickly made a wooden bed for Song Fanhua, and other people also used Stones were piled up to build a simple house.

Two days later, the house was piled up, Cheng Huan went to the town to buy two thick quilts, and sent them to Song Fanhua's hut.

A stove was set up in the small room, and the quilt was thick and looked warm, which reassured everyone. Song Qingming stepped forward and said, "Fantasy, I'll come over tomorrow, we'll be two-on-one every day."

"No, I just happen to be able to read quietly here!" Song Fanhua smiled, and pointed to the quilt behind him, his eyes glanced at Cheng Huan intentionally, and smiled at Song Qingming: "What's more, there is such a thick quilt , I won’t be frozen!”

"You!" Song Qingming lightly hammered Song Fanhua's chest, smiled ambiguously, saw that he had become a light bulb, smiled and said hello to Cheng Huan, and went home.

Cheng Huan is looking at Song Fanhua's books and notes. The handwriting is neat and neat, the zoom is effective, fresh and elegant, and both square and round, making readers not only attracted by the content, but also fascinated by these words, like admiring a beautiful picture scroll Generally, it becomes a visual feast for the eyes.

The two stayed quietly in the small house and read the book. After a while, they began to study the symbols to communicate with Xiaojiu. Although there was a knife in the house, Cheng Huan looked at Song Fanhua scholar Xiaobai's appearance. I can't believe that he can fight the bad guys with a knife. If someone snatches it away, he might die faster.

Naturally, she didn't dare to say these words to Song Fanhua, she only said that for her own peace of mind, Song Fanhua did not refuse endlessly, Cheng Huan said a few words, and then agreed.

Xiao Jiu lived with Wen Renhan for a while, and has a strong understanding of human tone and movements. As long as Xiao Jiu can draw some symbols so that Song Fanhua can understand them, the communication between the two will not be a problem.

The sweet potatoes were roasted on the stove, and the two studied while eating. Cheng Huan and Song Fanhua did not leave the hut until evening. Song Fanhua had dinner and returned to the hut with Xiao Jiuzhe to guard the tea field.

The moonlight is like water, pouring on the vast land. Song Fanhua stands on the ridge of the field, looking up at the tea field quietly, his eyes slowly moving up to the nine heavens, secretly hoping that there will be no more losses in this cold winter.

(End of this chapter)