Thinking that she would see her son in a few days, An Ran was in a good mood all day long.
An Ran had never put on makeup, except for the white face painted by Xiniang when she got married, so she took her things and found Mrs. Ding.
Although Mrs. Ding is old, she still knows how to dress up after living in a big house all her life.
She taught An Ran how to apply makeup, how to match clothes, what kind of makeup to apply, and what kind of effect it would have.
An Ran and Sister Chen practiced against each other for two days before they got the hang of it. ?.?????.???
Maybe women are born with this instinct. Two days later, the two of them were already able to draw a decent portrait.
Mrs. Ding said: "Grandma will have a different status in the future. She will definitely have to dress up frequently. This cannot be done carelessly. You should let Sister Chen stay with you in the future."
"But if Sister Chen leaves with me, what will you two do? You are both old, and you don't want to go back to Ding Mansion. I don't feel relieved if you two are left here."
Mrs. Ding smiled and said, "What are you worried about? There is food here, meat and vegetables. You won't be hungry or cold. If anything happens, I'll go find Erlang's wife. Anyone in the village can help. Grandma, don't worry."
Sister Chen also said: "Grandma, I think so. If you live here, you are familiar with everyone in the village. If you shout something, you can help. But if something happens to you alone, you don't even have anyone to talk to. Although I It’s not a big deal, but I can talk to you at least.”
An Ran couldn't help the two of them talking, and thought for a while before saying, "Okay, I'll say hello to Sister-in-law Chen and Sister-in-law Liu, and come over every now and then to visit. Anyway, I'll be back after the Chinese New Year."
Just like that, Sister Chen packed up the package and returned to the mansion with An Ran, waiting to leave together in two days.
An Ran also told Ding Changhe, but Ding Changhe remained silent.
He didn't say anything, just agreed, An Ran thought to himself, it was a greeting anyway.
On the morning of the 25th, Dashan came over with two large carriages.
Dashan helped Ding Changhe get on the carriage first, and then An Ran got on. Sister Chen was sitting in a car behind her, and there were clothes and supplies for the two of them in the car.
As soon as the courtyard door here was locked, the group left Xiaxi Village.
An Ran watched the scenery on the roadside recede, and was still thinking that apart from that trip to Fucheng, this seemed to be the second time he had traveled far away in so many years. In the past, the farthest he had ever been was to the town to sell medicinal materials or buy things.
Ding Changhe saw that An Ran was looking outside, so he pulled her hand over, squeezed it and said, "You should do less work in the fields from now on. This winter, the food is much thinner than that time."
An Ran pouted, "Master, I'm disgusted again."
Ding Changhe glanced at An Ran and knew that he was talking back to him. Couldn't he tell that he cared about her?
Ding Changhe said: "Sit over here and put down the curtain first."
It's winter now, the cold wind is blowing inside, and An Ran's face feels a little cold at this moment.
After putting down the curtain and sitting inside, Ding Changhe pulled An Ran closer, tilted his head and leaned on An Ran's shoulder.
"Uncle, you are sleepy."
"It's so early in the morning, why are you sleepy?"
"Then don't hold me down."
Ding Changhe raised his head and looked at An Ran.
Before going out today, Ding Changhe watched An Ran put on the clothes he bought. After changing her clothes, An Ran put on some makeup. Upon closer inspection, she looked different from before, with a gentler feeling of a woman.
When Ding Changhe saw An Ran, his bright red mouth said harsh words, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Da Shan was driving the car outside, but An Ran didn't dare to say anything. It was too ugly, so she pushed Ding Changhe hard but couldn't push him.
Putting his hands around Ding Changhe's waist, Ding Changhe was secretly happy when he saw An Ran's response, when suddenly he felt a pain in his back.
An Ran pressed hard on the wound on his back. Ding Changhe took a breath of air and looked at An Ran coldly.
The stab wound on his back has not yet healed.
"You are such a cruel woman."
"Master, why don't you bully others?"
"How can this be called bullying?"
"It's just bullying."
Ding Changhe turned around angrily, leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes without saying a word.
An Ran snorted, he deserved it, and then pressed his lips with a handkerchief, which felt a little painful.
Resting at the inn at night, Ding Changhe ignored An Ran with a cold face.
Sister Chen took a look and saw that he was fine when he left. Why did the old man change his face again?
An Ran winked at Sister Chen, "It's okay, just move the things in."
With the mountains around, it's much easier to stay safe.
Of course, you still have to serve him when you wash up at night, because he blasted away the mountain.
Ding Changhe returned to the room first and put down the book in his hand when he saw An Ran had finished washing and went to bed.
The two of them were lying on the bed, with An Ran deliberately keeping a distance between them.
As soon as she lay down, Ding Changhe hugged her over.
When he reached out to touch around, An Ran said: "Uncle, you are outside now, and you are still injured. Can you be more honest?"
Ding Changhe has been very honest since his injury. Except for his quarrel with An Ran, he is still relatively easy to talk to most of the time.
Moreover, An Ran also found that as long as the two of them finished their quarrel, An Ran took the initiative to cook him a meal that he liked and talked to him about something.
