I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

When Yang Tongchuan came to pay his New Year's visit, Xiangxi was washing hawthorns and stringing them together in the yard.

My hands, which had finally healed, are swollen again from the cold.

"Sigh." Yang Tongchuan was too exhausted to say anything more.

After leaving the gifts he had brought and the things he had bought separately for Xiangxi, he left.

Yang's family also had relatives who came to pay New Year's visits, and he needed to hurry back to help them.

When he left, Xiangxi gave him a few strings of candied hawthorns.

Yang Tongchuan brought this food for children back to the Yang family.

Yang Jia Dalang was delighted and took two of them to give to his wife.

The parents didn't eat the rest, but gave one to Yanzi and a few to the children who came to pay their respects for the New Year.

There was one left, which Yang Tongchuan ate himself.

But why does this candy taste bitter?

Maybe it's because I'm not feeling well.

The temple fair during the Spring Festival was packed with people.

Yang Tongchuan volunteered to be on duty and patrol during the Spring Festival.

It was called a patrol, but it was really just strolling around the temple fair to prevent troublemakers, thieves, and lost children.

We just happened to find one; it was a little boy who had just learned to walk, and his face was covered in snot from crying.

Yang Tongchuan couldn't appease this troublemaker, and he couldn't find the child's parents.

Having no other choice, I took my child and went to the Xiang family's stall.

Xiang's sister-in-law was pregnant, so she didn't come. It was Xiang Qiang and Xiang happy who were running the stall.

The stall wasn't big; apart from the area for candied hawthorns, the rest of the space was used for making sugar paintings for Xiangxi.

Spin the wheel, it costs two coins to spin once, and whatever you land on will be drawn.

This was made by my sister-in-law's deceased alcoholic husband, and she taught it to Xiangxi.

When Yang Tongchuan came over carrying the child, Xiangxi had just finished drawing a little rabbit and handed it to the guest.

Seeing Yang Tongchuan's furrowed brows, Xiangxi guessed what was going on.

After all, he sets up a stall at the temple fair every year and encounters lost children every year.

"Leave it to me. His parents are over there if you hear them crying."

Xiangxi held the little boy in her arms, not minding that he was dirty, and found a handkerchief, dampened it with water, and wiped the little boy's face.

"Spin around by yourself, and whatever you spin to, your brother will draw it for you." Xiangxi's methods of coaxing children are truly remarkable.

This ancestor of weeping gods quickly calmed down once he was in Xiangxi's hands.

The child turned to a large snake and excitedly waved his arms and legs.

Xiangxi held the child while drawing a large snake for him.

The child had almost finished eating the sugar painting and had fallen asleep in Xiangxi's arms when the child's parents came crying and shouting.

It turns out the couple brought their four children to the temple fair, and this was the youngest.

With a large family, they got separated while strolling around, each assuming the youngest child was being led by the other. It wasn't until they regrouped after the temple fair that they realized the child was missing.

Yang Tongchuan, his face dark with anger, gave the muddle-headed couple a good scolding.

The two people who were cursing each other were so ashamed they couldn't even lift their heads.

Xiangxi returned the child to the family.

Xiangxi's shoulders ached from holding the baby for so long.

"Go back and rest if you're tired."

When Yang Tongchuan watched Xiangxi holding the child and coaxing him to sleep, he had a strange feeling. He thought he saw Xiangxi sitting in the west wing of the Yang family's house, coaxing their child to sleep.

"It's still early! There's no curfew during the temple fair. We'll wait until there's no one left at the fair before we go back." For some reason, I think I'm still feeling this way tonight, probably because of the lively atmosphere at the fair.

Xiangxi was no longer afraid of Yang Tongchuan and even dared to say a few more words to him.

"Xiangxi, there aren't many people here right now. You and your brother-in-law can go and stroll around the temple fair. Don't rush back. I'll just watch over the stall myself."

"But brother, your sugar paintings are too ugly, they won't sell well."

Xiangxi was a simple-minded person and didn't understand that her older brother meant for the two of them to go out and have some fun to strengthen their relationship.

Xiang Qiang was driven crazy by his younger brother's blockheadedness.

Yang Tongchuan was not required to work until the last day of the temple fair.

He arrived at the stall dressed in casual clothes.

He sat behind Xiangxi like a Buddha, watching him paint sugar paintings.

Xiang Qiang felt immense pressure from behind; his brother-in-law's gaze felt like it was piercing right through him.

"Xiangxi, stop painting. Today is the last day, and the temple fair ends early. You and your brother-in-law should go for a stroll. I'll just watch the stall myself."

After saying that, without giving Xiangxi a chance to refute, he pushed the person directly to Yang Tongchuan's side.

Yang Tongchuan, completely satisfied, took Xiangxi's hand and strolled through the temple fair, a place he had been patrolling for several days and knew by heart what every household was selling.

He encountered his patrolling colleagues on the way and generously introduced Xiangxi to them.

He talks as if he's already married her.

Yang Tongchuan discovered that although Xiangxi was already eighteen, she still had the mind of a child and liked to eat snacks.

This shop sells rice cakes, that shop sells sweet soup, and the roasted chestnuts nearby are almost sold out.

Yang Tongchuan and Xiangxi bought things along the way, and when the two of them couldn't carry it all, Yang Tongchuan also bought a bamboo basket and put everything in it.

"Is it good?" Yang Tongchuan asked, watching Xiang Ai devour the roasted chestnuts with remarkable speed and dexterity.

"It's delicious, you should try it." Xiangxi handed Yang Tongchuan a whole chestnut.

Only then did I realize that Yang Tongchuan was holding the toy Xiangxi bought for Bao'er in his left hand and a bamboo basket in his right, so he didn't have a free hand to peel chestnuts.

"Help me peel one." Yang Tongchuan looked at this clueless guy and thought to himself: I still need to train him slowly.

Xiangxi was very obedient and actually picked out the biggest chestnut for Yang Tongchuan, peeled it, and put it to his mouth.

Yang Tongchuan lowered his head with satisfaction and put the chestnut into his mouth, also taking Xiangxi's fingertips into his mouth as well.

Xiangxi knew that she had been teased again.

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That night, after returning from the temple fair, Yang Tongchuan couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Feeling uncomfortable lying down, Yang Tongchuan simply got up.

Frustrated, Yang Tongchuan practiced a set of boxing moves in the room before he could finally suppress his anger.

But as soon as I got back to bed, all I could think about was Xiangxi's expression of anger that she dared not do anything after being teased.

This is just right for my taste.

I still can't sleep.

In the end, when all else failed, we tried everything we could.

Yang Tongchuan made a bold and unprecedented decision.

He ran to his desk, took out paper and pen, and drew the scene he had imagined.

When I was little, I read a lot of these books with my older brother.

Yang Tongchuan had a photographic memory; he knew exactly how to draw the people in the picture.

On the drawing paper, two little figures are inseparable.

This photo is taken in the bathtub.

This photo was taken in a wheat field.

This photo is taken on horseback at full gallop.

And this one is from their wedding bed.

Yang Tongchuan believed he had captured Xiangxi's shy expression perfectly.

He is drawing a picture with his right hand.

My left hand is busy too.

Yang Tongchuan only stopped when the craving subsided.