I'm happy

After Su Qinghen placed Xiao Yue, he returned to the new unfilled tomb, picked up the shovel and filled the grave. Finally, a wooden monument was erected in front of the grave, on which he carved the simple words "Lin Zhong's Tomb" with the tip of his sword. The inscription was very simple, with only two side by side names - Su Qinghen and Xiao Yue. He looked at the two close names, and his mood fluctuated slightly.

After a long time, he stood in front of the grave and said, "Brother Lin, you will use this tombstone for a few days, and I will carve a better one for you. My arm is not very flexible now, and I may be slower. When I finish carving and set up a new monument for you, maybe Xiaoyue's injury will be all healed, so I will take her down the mountain. I will take good care of her. A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with!"

After saying that, he looked up at the sky. It was already sunrise and a sunny day. All misfortunes will pass, and peace and happiness will come.

He stood back for a moment and wanted to leave. As soon as he turned around, he saw Xiao Yue walking this way in a hurry.

Su Qinghen hurriedly greeted him: "Little... What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Xiao Yue said, "I... When I woke up, I remembered that the tomb had not been filled with bells, so I came to have a look." As she spoke, she looked at the new grave not far away, and tears fell again, "I'm really useless. I can't even bury him." If it hadn't been for Su Qinghen, his coffin would have been hanging at the bottom of the grave until now.

"You're not useless, you're too sad. You and I have grown up in the mountains and fields since we were young. Have you seen several women who can bury their husbands with their own hands? Almost all of them cried beside them, and a group of people next to them helped persuade them. The buried people are mostly strong men from the same clan. He said, "Xiaoyue, you are already very capable, really."

He thought that Xiao Yue would jump on the grave and cry again. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yue did not move. He just looked at his right arm and said, "Your sleeves are red."

Su Qinghen looked at the dyed clothes and said, "I said why my right arm hurts so much. It was dark at that time, and I didn't see it. Maybe the wound cracked again.

He has to move the sarcophagus and fill the grave. It's all about strength, and it's strange that the wound is not cracked.

Xiao Yue said, "I've never seen you like this. If you recover from an injury, you always get better and crack. You have to repeat it several times every time."

This said something of concern. Su Qinghen's heart warmed: "It's nothing. Just take some more medicine and keep it for a few more days."

At this time, Xiao Yue didn't want to think about how his wound cracked again. Usually, she could understand it at a glance, but at this time, she couldn't turn her mind at all and nodded and said, "Oh, I want to see Zhong Ping." After thinking about it, he added, "I just want to stay alone with him for a while."

Su Qinghen wanted to say something else, and Xiao Yue said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I'm not that vulnerable."

With her words, Su Qinghen was relieved and said, "Okay, I'll make breakfast first and wait for you to eat together."

Xiao Yue didn't hear the ambiguous meaning of this sentence at all, but answered in a daze and walked to the tombstone.

Su Qinghen sighed secretly, left the back mountain and went forward. He wrapped the wound, picked some mushrooms, found a few bird eggs, and prepared for breakfast.

These things are just fried on a plate of eggs and a pot of mushroom soup.

He started a fire, set up the pot, and put oil into it. That oil is deer oil. He used to only eat lard, and he didn't know how the dishes stir-fried with deer oil tasted, so he had to try it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the side of the pot, Xiao Yue's voice sounded in his ear: "Oh, you can't put oil like this."

Su Qinghen was a little puzzled and looked at Xiao Yue: "Are you back? I... I think that's how others cook."

Xiao Yue said, "You just washed this pot, right? The water hasn't dried yet. Just put the oil in like this. When the oil is hot, it will keep splashing oil.

Su Qinghen hurriedly took out the spoon that she was going to put oil in from the pot.

Xiao Yue looked at his re-wraped arm and said, "Let me do it."

While talking, the pot has been dried by the stove below. Xiao Yue put a spoonful of condensed deer oil in and slowly consumed it. She said strangely, "Is there any oil that can be eaten here?"

Su Qinghen shook his head: "I can't find it. This is deer oil."

Xiao Yue said "Oh" and stopped talking. She just beat the bird eggs he found into a clean bowl and stirred them evenly with chopsticks. After doing this, the oil pan has begun to heat up. She spread the bird eggs in the bowl evenly on the bottom of the pot and heard a "squeak" sound, plus the fragrance of scrambled bird eggs rushed into her nostrils.

Su Qinghen brought the wooden box containing salt. Xiao Yue pinched a little salt and sprinkled it into the pot. After stir-frying twice, she took the bird egg out of the pot.

Su Qinghen sighed, "What a good craft." If it were him, he would have stir-fried into a ball of black charcoal. He was stubborn just now, hoping to survive by chance, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, Xiao Yue came to relieve the siege in time.

Xiao Yue glanced at the color of the scrambled eggs, sighed, and said, "The heat is not well controlled. It's too big. The scrambled eggs like this are not delicious. But it's not the worst. If the heat is a little higher, it will be fried.

Su Qinghen stretched out his chopsticks with his left hand, clumsily took a bite of scrambled bird eggs and put them in his mouth. The food was delicious: "I think it's good. It's much better than the dishes I cooked."

Xiao Yue looked at the scrambled bird eggs in the bowl, and her eyes suddenly turned red: "I know, in fact, what I made is terrible. Although you have always praised me for my progress.

Su Qinghen was stunned at first, but soon realized that she was thinking about Lin Zhong and said, "Xiaoyue, you go and have a rest first. I'll just cook the soup. I still know how to cook this. I'll call you when it's done!"

Xiao Yue said in a frown, "You can eat it yourself when you're ready. Don't call me. I want to sleep for a while."

Does she want to meet Lin Zhong in her dream again? Su Qinghen opened his mouth and just wanted to speak. Xiao Yue said first, "Don't force me, okay? I really can't eat at all. Do you have to force me to do something to make myself miserable?

Su Qinghen was silent. If such a thing happens, it is necessary to give her some time to slowly accept the fact that Lin Zhong has died.

Xiao Yue no longer paid attention to him, walked back to the room, lay down on **, wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, and wished to separate the outside world from him. In this narrow and closed space, only Lin Zhong and himself were the only good.

Su Qinghen no longer quarreled with her and was not in the mood to cook mushroom soup. After eating scrambled eggs, she went to find a place to meditate, rest and recuperate. There was a lot of loss last night, and he needs to recover as soon as possible. If even she collapses, Xiao Yue will be completely left unattended.

When the conditioning was almost done, Su Qinghen wandered around the mountain and found a suitable stone to make a tombstone for Lin Zhong. Finally, he fell in with a stone that looked similar in shape to a tombstone, which could also save a lot of effort.

His life in Laoshan has gradually become regular. Sit and rest every day, polish the tombstone, cook, and then coax Xiao Yue to eat a few bites.

In this way, it is also a rare purity. There is no need to think about the battlefield, military affairs, and no need to think about arraying troops and fighting against the enemy. As long as you think about what to eat today, how to make Xiao Yue eat a few more meals.

After the tombstone was polished and smooth, Su Qinghen began to chisel the handwriting on it. He is the first time to do these things. He is very good at it, and he doesn't know whether his chiseling method is right or not.

In order to prevent mistakes, he first wrote the five big words "Lin Zhong's Tomb", and then slowly chiseled them against the handwriting.

After Xiao Yue found that he was making a tombstone, she no longer relied on ** every day and began to walk around him. It seemed that she wanted to help, but after trying to get the chisel several times, she gave up. Forget it, she thought, it's better not to make trouble. As soon as she chiseled down, she might destroy Su Qinghen's words. Therefore, she changed to look at Su Qinghen every day and make a small suggestion. After getting better and better, I took on the job of cooking. Once when I was changing clothes, I washed the bloody dirty clothes on Su Qinghen's right sleeve. After washing and drying them, I also made up for him. When Su Qinghen took the mended clean clothes from her hand, he was shocked and happy, but he did not dare to show anything on his face, but as soon as he turned around, his expression was already ecstatic to the point of ferocious, and he did not mind the clumsy and stupid pins on it. Xiao Yue actually cooked and sewed clothes for him! What he thought about six years ago has finally come true. Although this good time may not last long!

But Xiao Yue was unaware of what she had done and only felt that she should do it. She used to like to talk and laugh, but now she has become silent. She often sits in the house or next to Su Qinghen for most of the day.

During this period, she only talked to him once, but it made Su Qinghen secretly happy.

Her first sentence was staring at the big words written by Su Qinghen. Although her face was expressionless, she sincerely praised: "Your words are so beautiful!"

Su Qinghen smiled shyly: "It was forced by my father with a handboard when he was a child." As long as Mr. Su, who has not written well or does not write well, and has always been known for his "kind and good temper", he will hold his handboard to teach his son a lesson. Su Qinghen often beat his heart red and swollen, and he dares not cry in front of his strict old man.

Later, although he was separated from his family, Su Qinghen was already able to write beautiful words and developed a correct writing habit. As you get older, your handwriting becomes more fresh and elegant.

He actually complained about it when he was very young. Other children can run freely in the wild, shoot birds with slingshots, go down the river to fish in groups, and roll home with mud at will, but he can't. He is rarely allowed to go out to play except for cutting firewood and mowing grass. If you can't recite a book, you will be hit in the palm of your hand, and if you don't write well, you will also be hit in the palm of your hand. He must behave dignifiedly, speak well, and his clothes must not be stained casually. If he dares to let his clothes go home with mud, he will also be punished.

Since the age of six, his life has been reading, writing, reciting, cutting firewood, mowing, eating and sleeping. Only on his birthday or a grand festival will he be allowed to go out and have fun. However, at that time, the family was not very happy. Even so, his parents still tried to give him the best. In addition to the strict requirements for his studies, he was pleasant and loved him at other times. Therefore, although he did not like it, he still cherished it and tried to be a good son in the eyes of his parents.

When he really understood his parents' painstaking efforts, he had arrived at home and died.

Growing up to him seems to be just overnight.

I feel inexplicably sad. Xiao Yue was not in the mood to explore his childhood experience, nor did she notice his sudden sadness. She floated out in a trance and said, "Your arm is not very good. Don't be too tired of yourself."

After saying that, he got up and left. The topic changed so fast that Su Qinghen could not react for a while. When he suddenly realized that Xiao Yue was caring about him again, Su Qinghen suddenly became happy again, so he worked harder.