That night, Qingshan came into the house again with a straw mat in his arms. Last night, Linglong was unconscious. Tonight, Linglong looked at him and said, "A man and a woman alone, sleeping in the same room?"
"I sleep on the floor."
"That's a roommate too!"
"That's how I slept last night!"
Linglong frowned, "Discourteous! Even if she is a daughter of a village woman, would she sleep in the same room with a man other than her husband? Am I being unreasonable?"
Qingshan knew what Linglong said made sense, but in his heart, he was his husband and Linglong was his wife!
He hugged the straw mat a little aggrievedly. He didn't want to stay, nor did he go out...
It's just this one room. If you go out...you have to sleep in the courtyard.
He looked inside and outside the door for a while, and seeing that Linglong had no intention of letting go, he obediently went to the land in the yard with the straw mat in his arms.
Lay down after laying down. I thought, my wife is so chaste, she is such a good woman.
Not only did I not feel wronged by sleeping in the yard, I was also very happy.
Qingshan poured out the herbs, held the medicine bowl and shouted outside the door, "Change your medicine!"
Linglong touched her back and said, "It's much better now. There's no need to apply medicine."
Qingshan said oh, a little disappointed, he couldn't see his back, "That's fine, just take your time to raise it."
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Linglong jumped over on one leg and closed the door, bolted the door and closed the window tightly.
Then he untied the cloth, spread it out naked, and sat on the edge of the bed, cutting and sewing.
In fact, she has never made clothes, and she doesn't know how to cut them, but she is clever and can figure out seven or eight points using her brain.
The craftsmanship should be as fast and simple as possible, and there should be no need for precision. Otherwise, how can we make it in time at dawn?
She wants to be decent and can't live a day wrapped in cloth.
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She stayed up all night holding a candle, her eyes were so tired, sore and sore. After staying up half the night, she finally sewed the long skirt, which fit well and was decent.
Except for the tacky pattern, it's much better than the Qingshan one.
She put on the dress she had sewn by herself, and her fingers were red and painful from the iron needle.
Finally I can rest.
She leaned against the quilt and fell asleep as soon as she tilted her head.
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It was dawn, and Qingshan slept soundly that night. He lived a rough life and didn't care about sleeping in the open air. He just woke up to find that his face was full of red envelopes and was bitten by mosquitoes.
He scratched and said, "Oh...it has become a mosquito ration...let's get up and make a fire to cook! The mosquitoes are full, but I'm still hungry!"
When he lit the fire to cook, he sweated profusely. Every time he cooked, he did it shirtless. When he was done, he had to fetch water to give himself a good scrub before putting on his clothes. The little beauty is picky and is afraid that she will find it smelly. Only when you have tidied up can you dare to go to Linglong.
For breakfast today, he rolled out noodles and fried a plate of egg sauce.
This time the eggs are gone, so I have to go hunting in the mountains and forests today.
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Carrying the food to the yard, she knocked on the door gently, but Linglong didn't respond.
He called Linglong again, but there was still no response.
Afraid that she would commit suicide again, I pushed open the window and climbed in, only to see her sleeping soundly, with a rosy little face and long eyelashes that made her face look particularly childish.
She was wearing a newly sewn long skirt with short sleeves and a long skirt that reached her ankles.
A pink dress paired with a pink and white jade girl, not to mention how handsome she is.
In Qingshan's eyes, isn't this an immortal?
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He looked at her fingers. They were worn out from sewing clothes in a hurry last night.
He squatted beside the bed distressedly, rubbed her fingers, and blew gently.
Although they only got along for two days and two nights, he saw all Linglong's advantages. This petite person didn't just have a good face.
She is kind and knows how to help the mute girl.
She is smart and can teach the mute girl to change.
It is true that she is squeamish, but she knows how to be considerate and will not be willful without reason.
For the sake of dignity, I had to stay up late to sew the dress even if my hands were worn out.
Be strong and work hard. Clean and beautiful. Gentle and smart. This is Linglong in Qingshan's eyes.
Qingshan is so beautiful: Such a wonderful wife fell from the sky, God has been so kind to me.
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Qingshan rubbed her little hands, holding them in her hands and smelling the smell of her fingers.
As soon as Linglong opened her eyes and saw Qingshan so close, she immediately pulled back her hand with a look of surprise on her face, "I obviously locked the door, how did you get in? You're rude!"
Qingshan pointed to the window embarrassedly, "I shouted several times, but you didn't answer. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to think about it... so I came in through the window. I saw that your fingers were broken, so I thought about applying some medicine to you. Does it hurt?"
Linglong was about to scold him for climbing through the window and breaking into the woman's boudoir, but when he asked if it hurt, her anger was half gone and she nodded, "Yes."
Qingshan brought her some ointment, thinking that he could massage her hand legitimately. But she didn't want Qingshan's hand. She thought his thick fingers were clumsy, so she applied ointment herself.
Qingshan had no choice but to bring the food and not let her reach out. He picked up new chopsticks and fed her, "Just open your mouth, don't take anything if your hands hurt."
Linglong somewhat believed what he said, and he would not make her life miserable.
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He opened his mouth and sucked a noodle.
Why are these noodles so wide and big? His home is a collection of giants! Nothing is petite and delicate!
She complained dully in her heart, but she obediently ate the noodles fed by Qingshan.
The noodles mixed with egg sauce are quite flavorful and delicious.
She had never eaten the food of the lower class like egg sauce before. She spent her whole day making delicious food and making it with great care.
At this time, I was eating egg sauce, and I was excited: "What is this? It tastes good."
Qingshan laughed. It was the first time he saw her say something delicious: "The fried pheasant eggs in egg sauce go well with noodles."
"Yeah! It's just a little salty..."
Qingshanxin said, Jiang, isn’t it salty? Can it be eaten like this without being salty? The phoenix has landed, enjoy the life of ordinary people, my princess!
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After breakfast, Qingshan found a branch and polished it carefully so that it could support Linglong without being too heavy. Put it on her bedside as a crutch.
Qingshan followed Linglong's request yesterday, carrying wild animals and going from house to house in exchange for what she wanted. There is no ready-made one, and we have agreed to make it in a few days.
After finishing the matter, he came back with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, comb and rouge.
"Basically everything you asked for has been returned, except for the fine cotton bedding and mosquito nets. It will take a few days to make them. I'm not at home today. Before dark, Uncle Erbai will bring a bathtub, and Sister-in-law Xiang will bring it. Here are some new clothes. Just accept them."
Linglong nodded, took the things she wanted, and laid them out one by one.
Taking a comb and combing my hair in front of an old bronze mirror, I was finally able to comb my own hair.
Qingshan saw her busy dressing up and smiled, "I love beauty, show it to him."
He shouted "Let's go!"
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Linglong hummed.
He was in and out, busy every day, and she never asked what he was doing. I go in and out more than a dozen times a day and I can't ask.
This time, I didn't come back until it was dark.
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Linglong was a little hungry. She ate a few boiled eggs left by Qingshan at noon and drank mountain spring water.
Dinner time is approaching again, and Aoyama hasn't arrived home. She doesn't know how to cook, and her stomach is growling.
There were two red mountain fruits placed by Qingshan on the bedside, and she didn't want to open her mouth to chew them.
He went to the kitchen with a cane and found a large kitchen knife to chop open the red mountain fruit.
With a snap of the knife, the fruit was knocked away and was not cut at all.
As soon as Sister-in-law Xiang entered the yard, she saw the young daughter-in-law, who was dressed in red and pink and had a graceful figure. She was holding up a kitchen knife and closing her eyes. Be careful not to cut it on the thigh.
He quickly stopped her and said, "Sister! Oh, sister! How can I close my eyes while cutting things! Give it to me quickly!"
Linglong nodded as if she had done something wrong.
Sister-in-law Xiang picked up the red mountain fruit rolling on the ground, washed it in a basin, cut it in half, and handed it to Linglong.
