After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The light snow is like willow catkins, gently rising with the wind.

Shen Jinmo carried a backpack on his back and took Xie Nanxing by the hand as they walked towards the vegetable garden on the back mountain.

Xie Nanxing took off his gloves and put his cool hands into Shen Jinmo's sleeves: "Shen Jinmo, are you hot?"

He chuckled and said nothing, but took Xie Nanxing's gloves and let Xie Nanxing put both hands into his sleeves.

Over the years, Xie Nanxing's hands and feet were cold, not to mention in winter, even in summer.

Like a snowman that can never be kept warm.

"I knew you were hot, and I'm trying to cool you down."

He winked and made faces, as if he had done Shen Jinmo a great favor.

One part was no longer so hot after being covered, so Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing's hand and probed inside again: "The left hand and chest are hot, please treat them equally later, Patriarch."

"This left hand is good for cooling down, but how about this chest, in broad daylight?"

He put one hand around Xie Nanxing's waist and held her in his arms.

Under Xie Nanxing's hard-to-get gaze, he held Xie Nanxing's hand and put it on his chest: "Put it like this, remember?"

His palms touched the heat, and Xie Nanxing, who originally had no intention of doing anything wrong, began to wander around Shen Jinmo's chest, teasing him until his breathing became heavy.

"Master Shen, you are too impatient."

As he said this, he wanted to withdraw his hand.

But when he was halfway through withdrawing, before Shen Jinmo could stretch out his hand to stop him, Xie Nanxing let him go back in reluctantly.

"Shen Jinmo, how come your muscles are getting stronger every year?"

"You don't like many things to begin with. It's rare that I have something you like, so shouldn't I practice hard?"

So, it’s deliberate practice day after day.

"Shen Jinmo, are you still thinking about this while you're practicing martial arts?"

When they reached the vegetable field, Shen Jinmo put Xie Nanxing down and took out a small stool and a heater from his backpack: "What is this?"

"Isn't it my top priority to make my husband happy?"

Sitting on a small stool and watching Shen Jinmo picking carrots: "Shen Jinmo, I don't think you were like this before."

Such sweet words spoken in a cold and calm manner have nothing to do with glibness.

But if someone else said this, it would just sound glib.

Shen Jinmo put the radishes he pulled into his backpack, then took a kitchen knife to chop the cabbages: "So what did I look like before?"

The past years can all be used to settle down.

Xie Nanxing always felt that they had been together day and night for more than ten years.

In fact, if you count carefully, it has only been about three or four years.

“Before, it was a bit pathetic.”

Poor people can only eat cold and hard steamed buns, live like a cold and hard person, and speak cold and hard words.

It’s nothing like now, even standing in the snow, I still feel warm.

With a sigh, Xie Nanxing smiled helplessly: "Now, it seems more pitiful than before."

He picked up six heads of cabbage and put them into the backpack. The basket, which could fit Xie Nanxing whole, was already filled to the brim with radishes and cabbages.

Bending down and picking up the backpack, Shen Jinmo put his gloves into the backpack and held Xie Nanxing's hand tightly.

"You are here, so you can't be pitiful."

Xie Nanxing held a small stool in her arms, jumped up and bit Shen Jinmo's earlobe: "Shen Jinmo, you really take good care of him."

"You know how to raise it. If it were someone else, it would have probably died long ago."

Xie Nanxing quickly put his hands together and prayed to the heavens, "Children's words are not to be taken lightly, children's words are not to be taken lightly, please don't blame me, God."

The little superstitious boy in front of him put his hands together with a pious look, which made Shen Jinmo feel itchy.

Shen Jinmo didn't believe in this nonsense of gods and Buddhas in the first place, so he went straight to Xie Nanxing's mouth and stopped him from speaking.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was filled with disbelief: "Shen Jinmo, not only did you talk nonsense, you also blasphemed the gods."

Shen Jinmo led Xie Nanxing down the mountain, "I have no interest in blaspheming the gods. I only want to blaspheme Xie Nanxing."

Xie Nanxing hit Shen Jinmo, then glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense."

Why is the word blasphemy used like this?

"You were allowed to play, but you refused to play, and now you are saying these things."

The weather in Zhongqing Mountain is too cold, and Shen Jinmo is afraid that Xie Nanxing will feel suffocated if he keeps burning the charcoal fire all night. How could he dare to bother Xie Nanxing here?

"Then I won't say anything."

"Then you apologize to God."

"it is good."

Xie Nanxing waited for a while, then urged, "Apologize."

"Xie Nanxing, I only raise it for you."

So, there is no need to apologize to the gods.

This is so straightforward.

Xie Nanxing, I’m so moved.

When we returned to Yinwulu, it was almost time for lunch.

Shen Jinmo put down the backpack and let Mo Ping and Lu Bai get busy. He brought in a bucket of water from outside and sat under the eaves, washing the chopped cabbages one by one.

Xie Nanxing was wrapped up by Shen Jinmo and sat in the house in a round shape. When he looked up, he could see Shen Jinmo rolling up his sleeves to wash cabbage.

The strong muscles on the forearms were stained with water, and they looked beautiful no matter how you looked at them.

I felt that it was beautiful in my heart, so naturally I couldn't smile at all.

Raising his hand and poking at the row of little snowmen that Shen Jinmo had built for him last night, Xie Nanxing smiled and called out, "Shen Jinmo."

Hearing this, he turned around and said, "Huh?"

"Why do I feel like this is how we were in our last life?"

Shen Jinmo smiled: "It will be the same in the next life."

"Yes." Xie Nanxing walked up to Shen Jinmo and said, "Let's make a pinky promise. We must keep our word."

After drying their hands, they made a pinky promise like little kids: "In the next life, and the next life after that, I will be with Xie Nanxing."

Xie Nanxing turned around, brought out a small stool, and sat next to Shen Jinmo.

No matter how heavy his clothes were, the Zhongqing Mountain separated by mountains and trees made Xie Nanxing feel the freedom of his soul for the first time in a long time.

"Shen Jinmo, have you noticed that our days are actually passing quite slowly?"

"No." Shen Jinmo shook his head: "In this mountain, a day is gone in a flash."

Xie Nanxing thought for a while and nodded heavily: "Time passes slowly in Shendu, but time passes quickly here."

Hard times are hard to endure, but days like this are easy to endure.

Shen Jinmo took a bite of the crispy and tender cabbage stalk. The exceptionally sweet taste was so fresh that even gods had never tasted it.

Xie Nanxing put his head close to Shen Jinmo and swallowed his saliva eagerly.

Shen Jinmo tore off a small piece and fed it to Xie Nanxing's mouth.

Xie Nanxing bit the cabbage with a crunching sound. After biting off that small piece, she tugged at Shen Jinmo's sleeve again.

"Shen Jinmo, delicious."

The implication is, more.

"It's washed with raw water. I'll give you a taste."

Afraid that Xie Nanxing would get an upset stomach, this time he tore off a smaller piece for Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing snorted and muttered "stingy" under his breath.

I don't have any intention of eating it again.

By the time Shen Jinmo had washed the two heads of cabbage, Mo Ping, who had rolled up his sleeves, had just cleaned the two grass carps.

Standing at the kitchen door and looking at the two masters who were sitting on stools separated by a bucket, Mo Ping seized the opportunity when Shen Jinmo had finished washing the cabbage, walked up and picked up the basket of vegetables attentively.

Gritting his teeth, he casually reminded, "Master, the dishes are ready."