Chapter 31 Dream

In the countryside, there is a wild interest in the New Year. I am usually used to calling slaves and maidservants, and everything is done. Nowadays, people are stupid and have no idea. They can do the New Year's goods by themselves, and they can discover a different New Year's atmosphere.

Bu Nuan stood under the eaves and looked at the grass. The farmers loved to be lively during the New Year. Without a troupe performance, they piled firewood on the ground and danced fire dragons for fun. Rong Yu joined the army in his early years and spent several New Year in a foreign country. He has a special attachment to such activities. When he tossed over and checked the rosin, the excited smile on his face was something she had never seen before. Like a child full of expectations, whether it is urgent or not, the mouth of the festival is always unscrupulously happy.

She put her hands and smiled. The years were quiet, and the slow pace contained the calmness of poverty and happiness. Life on Zhuangzi is much simpler than Houmen in the sea. If it goes on like this, it will also be a blessing from the previous life.

The two servants arranged the Buddhist hall and carried the tin incense burner and wax table. When passing by, he stopped and squatted down and said, "The maidservant asked Lang Jun to give a sign. Lang Jun and his wife are on the village for the Spring Festival. How to deal with the sacrifice of ancestors? Do you order people to go to the throne?"

Rong and waved his hand and said, "Well, time is in a hurry. Don't worry about that. Please come, but it's not good to worship in a short daily life. It's the same when I knock in the yard at night. After sending the servants to look back at Bu Nuan, he smiled and said, "You've been standing for a while. Why don't you go back to the house?"

She shook her head, "I'm not tired. Look at you tying the dragon." She didn't have the nerve to say more. In fact, she looked at him like that and felt that she couldn't see enough for the rest of her life. This person, who was called her uncle six months ago and made her awe, has now become a lifelong beloved and the father of a child. Now that I think about it, it's like a dream.

He put his hand and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I got up on a whim and got carried away. Let's go. I'll sit with you. After standing for a long time, I'll wait for our little man.

He opened his mouth and shut his mouth. She was also happy, but she deliberately pretended to be annoy, "Do you know it must be a boy? If it's a girl, how awkward it is to call it like that!"

He raised his eyes, with a shallow smile in his eyes, "That's the same. What should I do? You can't wait to say... So, in the future, when the child falls to the ground, both men and women's names will be called 'Xiaolangjun'. What do you think?"

Bu Nuan sat down on the cushion, squinted and smiled at him, "Then try to see if she doesn't hate you."

"There is no reason in the world where children hate their fathers! Even the body hair and skin are given by the father and mother. Do you hate your father if you don't like it?" As he said, he felt embarrassed. The child came suddenly. He was a new official, and he was inevitably worried. One head is jubilant, and the other head wants to be as old as possible. The more careful, the more awkward it became. In the end, he blushed first.

She didn't say anything and took scissors to cut the window flowers. His hands were upside down, and the afterglow at the end of his eyes caught a glimpse of him coming over and reached out to stroke her stomach. "How's it going today?"

She didn't say anything, wondering that she didn't feel at all when she got up this morning, but she looked like an innocent person. However, she was not used to opening the door and calling her intimate behavior. She looked out the door and said, "Be careful that someone is coming! Oh, you can sit down there."

He raised half of his eyebrows, "You have to draw a clear line with me now. It's too late!"

She looked shyly, "How long will I draw a line with you!" Outsiders come and go, aren't they afraid of being bumped into each other!"

"What if we bump into each other? Time's prudence makes me old. He said resently, and his tone was as coquettish as a child.

She looked at him in surprise, and a heartfelt smile gradually appeared on her face. Isn't it! In the past six months, people have covered up and suffered later. In difficult times, there is only a swaying wisp of the relationship between the two. Now that the environment has changed, it's like being detached, and then be careful as if you are sorry for yourself.

She leaned over and shook his hand. He raised his eyes, his eyes as deep as water, and she almost indulged in it. Her cold hand was held in his hand, and everything was true. After so many hardships, maybe it will be better in the future! She sighed, wishing that Chang'an's troubles could be solved. And Luoyang, I don't know what kind of attitude my father and mother will have when they know about it. Only if you don't think about it, you can still feel more at ease. In fact, two people can't be happy without scruples, and each of them is suspected of whitewashing peace. However, this happiness can be felt, and it is flooded like honey. Slow down, time freezes, forming a more novel and tasteful world.

He held her chin with one hand and leaned over to kiss her. She heard the buzzing blood in her ears and beat over, like a rolling wave. She leaned weakly on a few, and he put his other hand into her wide sleeve and climbed to her shoulder and stroked it gently. Small, round shoulders create new fun in his hands. His fingers slipped into her armpit like a loophole and kissed her wholeheartedly, but he burst into laughter.

She was itchy and shrank into a ball. He wanted to quarrel with her, but he wanted to tickle her. She pushed him and said, "You tease me again, and I will flash my waist carefully. Let's see how you cook!"

This is a good special medicine, and he stopped when he heard it. "You will insert a needle when you see it!" But I've heard that an itchy woman will be afraid of her husband in the future. Aren't you afraid of such a reputation?

She muttered, "This reputation is not shameful. Besides, who knows! But the old saying does make some sense, isn't it afraid all the time!"

"Are you still afraid now?" He moved and sat upright, and blew the scraps of paper she cut into the dustpan. He went to the washbasin shelf and rub his hands, turned back to open the golden heart box, and pinched a fruit to feed her. He said, "I didn't know you were still afraid of me! At the beginning, I just arrived in Chang'an like a cat and mouse, but I was not afraid at all! I'm not big or small, but I almost didn't climb to the top of my head.

She smiled and sometimes acted recklessly, just because he loved her. If this love can continue, she will be satisfied.

He rarely manages things in the village. While he is here this year, the stewor leads the account room to pay the account book and reply. I stood at the door and bowed to say good. Rong Yu knew their intentions when he saw the eating guy in their hands. He got up and said, "Go to the front yard." He said to Bu Nuan, "You just have a rest. I'll come back when I'm done. There's nothing to disturb you here."

He is not in office, only wears the collar of fox fur, wide robes and big sleeves, and has a kind of calm atmosphere. When you slightly pull up the corner of the robe and step out of the threshold, the upright cloud head on the heavy platform and the fine wide inlay on the shoe mouth are exposed. Unlike a general, he is like a young master of a Ronghua family with both management skills.

She nodded and sent him to the door. Somehow, there seems to be a hunch that it will be separated in the long run. The cold hair on his back stood up one by one. It was hard to say. He was afraid that he would blame her for worrying about the sky, so he leaned on the door to see him off. When he returned, she suddenly burst into tears. He quickly turned his back and took his hand to cover his mouth, and finally swallowed his throat.

What's wrong... She can't say it, she just wants to cry. She also knows that it shouldn't be. It is said that the dust has settled now. What should be said has been made clear, and what should be explained has also been explained clearly. What else is there to worry about? She should believe him, he loves her, and has done a thorough preparation for their future. Now they only have to retreat from the officialdom. As long as the court releases people, they can escape and be their fairy couple. What are you afraid of? He is such a resourceful person, what on earth is she afraid of?

Are you afraid of getting along well? Of course not! The child was in his stomach. He was embarrassed to say that. The two slept all night, and the atmosphere became relaxed and friendly the next day. Although their faces are reserved, the inadvertent light at the bottom of their eyes shows how happy they are - there is really overwhelming joy, abundant and self-sufficient emotions, and there is no unnecessary ginseng. There is no leisure or Lan Sheng. They get along like an ordinary couple, full of warmth and hope. But he is still uneasy. His feet are empty and there is no solid feeling of down-to-earth.

She stood by the door and did not move. She put her hand under her skirt like a wet nurse. There is a hand stove in my hand and a new carbon, which is still very hot. She put the stove close to her lower abdomen. It was strange that it was so hot, but it couldn't warm inside. The child is strangely pregnant, getting colder and colder day by day, and even with her. Maybe it's time to ask Langzhong to have a look. The first two months have been fine. It's been a little abnormal since he entered the princess's mansion, or it was bumpy and hurt his vitality! Let's see if we need to use some warm tonic medicine, and we must take care of it, because he is the only one in this life. Rong Yu's meaning is there, afraid that the child is not perfect, whether it is normal or not, only raise this one.

It's too cold, and the sun at the end of the year is pale and weak. She looked up, and the light and shadow shone diagonally from the interface of the two corridors and fell on the lotus bricks in front of the pillar. Half a moon rises in the east, made of paper, hanging there silently. She walked out, her face facing the distant sunshine, and gradually became a little warm. She habitually rubbed through her belly, as if she could touch the child. Although he was not born yet, she poured out all her emotions as much as she loved him. Such a magical thing is the continuation of life. He grew up on her and completely belonged to her. This is the fetter of blood, and nothing in the world can be more reliable than him!

The Pan family listened to Rong Yu's instructions and stewed snow clams for her afternoon. Because she brought a small lid, she said from afar, "Don't stand outside and carefully blow the wind and get cold. Let's go into the house! I have had lunch for a while, and the little Langjun in my stomach should be hungry.

Bu Nuan smiled and turned to follow her up the steps. Behind the screen, he tilted on the couch, took the cup and asked casually, "How many people are there on Zhuangzi?"

The Pan family stood aside and said, "There are many people in this village, but they are all scattered in the back room, and the wife is not seen. Well, there are stewards and stewards. We are in charge of the village, and there are 37 Kunlun slaves underneath. There is also a Langzhong, an accountant, on the front doorman, with a total of 43 people. There were originally five or six maidservants in front of them. As you know, our Langjun did not like outsiders. Later, those people were idle and released.

The cloth warmed and stirred the snow clams in circles. After stirring for a long time, I felt nauseous, so I put it down.

The Pan family laughed and said, "Our Langjun is a capable person, and the general who leads the army will also check the accounts. I just passed the front yard and saw that the account room was holding the account book to report income and expenditure. Maybe there is something wrong. Lang Jun asked. The account room was confused and couldn't explain it clearly. Lang Jun's abacus in his hand cracked. It's so good!"

Bu Nuan's smile was deeper. Such a man was picked by Big Thumb everywhere, and he felt more and more that what she said to him last night was very reasonable. His top-grade peony was so coincidental that she was asked to fold it. She has good eyes and can pick people. It's a pity that growing up in a family has added so many ups and downs to his smooth life.

Why doesn't the wife eat? Is it not your appetite?" The Pan family looked at the porcelain cups on the short, "Don't eat while it's hot. Look back and it's cold."

Bu Nuan shook his head, "I don't like to eat this in the first place. Take it down. I feel uncomfortable when I smell it!" With that, Heyi lay down and closed his eyes and said, "I slept for a while. I stood for a long time and my back was very sore. When I get up, you ask me for a pulse in the backyard of Langzhong, and I can rest assured.

The Pan family responded, and after accepting a blessing, they retreated.