"Dad, you have shouldered the pressure for Xiao An. Xiao An and Lian'er know it well. You are our good father. I will squeeze your shoulders and pat your back!"
At this time, thirty-year-old Yang Ruoqing would use any tricks to entertain her with colorful clothes, or act coquettishly and cutely to please her father like she did when she was a child.
No, as a daughter slave, Yang Huazhong was very well served by his daughter. All the previous embarrassments and uneasiness disappeared in the smile of her daughter.
Yes, as long as the children are happy, it doesn't matter if he takes a little pressure? Worth it!
As for the old father, go back and prepare a pot of wine and two bowls of food, and then go to the old father's room to have a heart-to-heart talk with him and say something nice.
In order to let the children live happily without burden and pressure, we cannot ignore the mood of the old father.
When people reach this age, there are seniors above and young below, so you should take care of both sides as much as possible. As for yourself, who is caught in the middle, you should work harder.
Because Yang Huazhong had just recovered from the cold, it was not suitable to sit in the main room for too long on such a three-nine night. After discussing the matter, he was sent back to the backyard room to rest by Yang Ruoqing.
And Luo Fengtang and Xiao An are also back.
I don’t know what Luo Fengtang persuaded Xiao An. When Xiao An came back, his previous stubbornness had calmed down a lot. When he came up, he asked Yang Ruoqing where Yang Huazhong was. It seemed that he had reorganized his language and wanted to communicate with Yang Huazhong again. .
Yang Ruoqing attributed all this to Luo Fengtang. She first gave Luo Fengtang a complimentary look, who was following Xiao An, and then said to Xiao An: "Dad went back to the house to rest. He has just recovered and should not be affected by the cold."
Xiao An nodded, a trace of shame and worry flashing in his eyes.
"Don't worry, it's very warm in dad's room. Everything will be fine." Yang Ruoqing then comforted her brother.
She pulled Xiao An aside and whispered to him for a while.
"Really?" Xiao An was overjoyed, breathing excitedly.
"Sister, can you still lie to me?" Yang Ruoqing lightly punched his arm.
Good guy, these arms are well trained and strong enough. My boyfriend is super strong. Lian'er is so lucky.
"My father has helped you bear the pressure from my father and the eyes of the villagers. You better be careful when you go in to talk to our father later, and don't say something without making sense. Stiff neck."
Yang Ruoqing deliberately patted her brother's arm a few more times to remind him.
Well, she took advantage of her brother.
Fortunately, this silly brother was so excited that he didn't notice his sister's dark thoughts at all.
But Luo Fengtang, the brother-in-law at the side, understood her body language, and his eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, feeling helpless.
I don't know if my brother-in-law is serious or not, but this sister is definitely not serious and is frivolous. Let's see how I deal with her later!
At night, looking for an opportunity, Xiao An came to He Lian'er's house.
He Lian'er was sitting under the lamp doing needlework. There was an oil lamp on the table in front of her, which was slightly dim.
Especially when Xiao An's tall and burly figure came in, the wind brought in blew the lights on the table. Once the lights swayed and cast his figure on the wall, the room became darker and darker.
He Lian'er raised her head and saw the person clearly. She was startled, and then surprise and shyness appeared in her eyes.
"Brother Xiao An, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
She grabbed the half-made shoes in her hand and stood up. Under the light, her face was red, as if she had drunk two ounces of wine.
There was gentleness in Xiao An's eyes. He suppressed his pounding heart and said to He Lian'er, "I just came from my parents' house. I saw the lights in your house were still on, so I came over to take a look."
He wouldn't tell her even to death. In fact, he had left his parents' house long ago. He went back to his own house first.
Unable to sleep and restless, I looked back and forth from the window to her house across the way several times.
Tell yourself again and again that you are not married yet, so it is best not to go to her room this late at night.
I thought that over and over again in my mind, but my feet entered the room by mistake.
By the time he reacted, he had already opened the door and walked in, even skipping the step of knocking on the door...
"With such a dim light, don't do any sewing, or you may burn your eyes." Xiao An pointed to the light on the table and asked.
"Oh," He Lian'er nodded slightly, feeling sweet in her heart.
She further explained: "The shoes in my hand are just a few stitches away. I don't want to drag them. I usually just sleep at night."
"Even if we have to rush to work, we should light a few more lights. Our family is not short of that little gas money."
Xiao An added that such a tall and heroic man would usually speak like thunder when facing the soldiers below on the training ground, but now in front of He Lian'er, his soft voice would have been heard by the people from the Ministry of War. , 80% of it is an anecdote.
He Lian'er felt even sweeter because brother Xiao An began to care about her in these details.
"Brother Xiao An, sit down and I'll pour you some tea."
She put down her shoes, picked up the tea bowl on the table and prepared to pour tea.
"No……"
Xiao An stretched out his hand to stop it, and happened to touch He Lian'er's hand.
His hands were big and rough, and every joint was thick and strong, hard, and very warm.
Her hands are white and tender, small and delicate, and very soft, with a slight coolness.
The two people's hands touched together, and a strange electric current flowed through their bodies instantly.
The tea bowl in He Lian'er's hand almost fell off the table, but Xiao An quickly caught it with quick eyes and hands.
"I'm sorry, I, I'm not sure." He Lian'er's heart beat like a drum, and she didn't dare to look at Xiao An.
Xiao An also blushed, put the tea bowl back far away, and said calmly: "It's okay, if you drop it, you will drop it. It's just a tea bowl, as long as your hands are fine."
Forehead……
Helian clasped the fingers of his hands together and lowered his eyes to stare at the tips of his shoes. He felt that the temperature in the room suddenly increased a lot, which made people feel hot.
She felt Xiao An looking at him.
She was secretly happy in her heart, but also became more and more nervous. She didn't know how long she had been looking forward to this scene, and it had appeared several times in her dreams.
When she stayed alone at Yang's house, she would often use the excuse to clean Xiaoan's house and stay in his house for a long time.
Sitting on the bed where he slept, touching the table where he drank tea, gently wiping the bow and arrow he hung on the wall, recalling the scene when he grew up in this house, his breath is everywhere .
At this moment, he was really standing in front of her, looking at her without hesitation. She could clearly feel that his gaze on her was getting hotter and hotter.
He seemed to be suppressing something, restraining something, which made her look forward to it, made her excited, and made her more and more nervous, so much so that the palms of her hands were sweating.
