My delicate husband

The snow that had been falling for more than half a month finally stopped, the weather cleared up, and the long-lost sunshine appeared. Lan Euan walked on the village road. There was no bleak cold wind, but it still made people feel very cold. The temperature outside was about ten degrees below zero.

Lianhua Village isn't very big, but the village roads are crowded with people, mostly children, who are not afraid of the cold at all and are full of energy.

However, the children were all dressed festively, in the kind of carefree red and bright yellow. Although the clothes were not brand new and had fewer patches, they still looked new and clean. Some of them even had candies in their hands and gathered together to play.

However, most of the children are very thin and their age cannot be seen, but there is no doubt that they are actually older than they look. Their complexions are dark, but their cheeks are rosy. They gather together to make snowmen and have snowball fights, and they are very happy.

Lan An thought of Guo Ge'er at home. He was the same as these children before, but after eating full meals for three months, he was no longer as thin as before. He grew taller, his face became fairer, and he had a little baby fat. He looked a bit like a rich kid in the county.

Lan An thought of Zhang Xiaomo, and he also made a lot of delicious food for him, but Zhang Xiaomo was still very thin. However, at least he had gained some flesh on his face, and he looked a lot more energetic.

Carpenter Sun's house is at the innermost part of the village and closest to the mountains. The Sun couple likes quietness. In order not to affect the surrounding villagers when doing carpentry, they deliberately built their house in a more remote place. Lan An likes it very much, but he also doesn't hate the location of the Zhang family's house.

When they arrived at Carpenter Sun's house, there was a large bamboo forest in front of his yard. Even though it had just snowed heavily, the bamboos were still tall and straight and lush. No wonder literati and scholars like to sing praises of the qualities of bamboo. Lan An couldn't help but think of Zhang Xiaomo. It was a pity. If he had the chance, he would also plant a bamboo forest in the yard.

When I walked into the yard, Carpenter Sun was working. He was concentrating on carving the wood in his hands. Sawdust was flying and emitting a faint wood fragrance. The surrounding environment had no effect on him at all.

Mrs. Sun should also be busy preparing the reunion dinner. The aroma of meat wafts from the kitchen not far away, and smoke rises from the chimney, giving it a very homely feel.

In the yard, Carpenter Sun's children were playing happily, their laughter and shouts filling the room. Two brothers were making a snowman. The older one looked nine, the younger one three or four. Their hands were red from the cold, but they didn't stop.

The two boys were fiddling with the carpenter's tools, imitating their father's movements. Although they were naughty, they were also well-behaved and took good care of the tools.

The youngest one looked less than two years old and was still stumbling when she walked. She was holding a wooden carved little rabbit in her hand and was having a lot of fun playing by herself. The eldest son was watching his sister and cleaning up the wood chips in the yard from time to time.

Carpenter Sun should be in his thirties. He has maintained a good figure and is only slightly overweight, but his temples are gray. He has six children, all of whom are supported by his carpentry work. He is also a capable person. These children are better-looking than most children in the village and obviously look like they can have enough food to eat.

Lan Euan did not make a sound to disturb them, but watched quietly for a while. This kind of warmth was something he had not experienced in the past twenty years. He suddenly thought of his eldest brother. He thought that his eldest brother would be sad to hear the news of his death.

The boy who was making the snowman saw Ang'er first. He ran to Carpenter Sun.

"Daddy, here comes a handsome brother."

"Oh, dear, run slower."

Carpenter Sun stopped the work in his hands, looked up at Lan An, and there was some surprise in his eyes. When did Lianhua Village have such a good-looking boy? Judging from Lan An's temperament, he didn't look like a country boy at all.

"Hey young man, where are you from? What are you doing here?"

"Uncle Sun, I'm Zhang Xiaomo's husband. You can just call me An Ge'er. I want to order four lunch boxes from you. I need them urgently, and I need them before 3 p.m. tomorrow."

"Oh, it's Zhang Xiaomo's new wife. You two are quite a good match. That's not a problem. If you need it in a hurry, the price will be higher. 30 coins for four. What do you think?"

"Okay, Uncle Sun, can you customize something?"

Lan An found that Carpenter Sun was very careful in his work and did a good job, so he casually asked if it was possible, it would save him a lot of trouble and bring him some income. If not, he would have to wait until after the New Year to go to the county town.

"That depends on what you're making. If it's too complicated, it won't work. But if it's simple, it's fine. I've been a carpenter for twenty years."

"How about I draw you a rough outline?"

"That's a good feeling."

Lan Euan picked up a branch and drew a simple diagram of a bookcase on the snow. It was very simple. Carpenter Sun found it very novel and thought it could hold a lot of things.

"Uncle Sun, this cabinet below is just like an ordinary wardrobe, but you can divide it into three equal parts with wooden boards. It doesn't need to be very tall, just two inches (66cm) high and a little over an inch (40cm) wide. Leave a little space at the bottom, about half an inch (10cm). The top part will be 4 inches high and the same width as the bottom. You don't need to make doors, just use wooden boards to divide it into small compartments one inch high and one inch high. Make two."

Lan Euan gestured as he spoke, and Carpenter Sun, who had 20 years of carpentry experience, immediately understood what Lan Euan meant.

"That's doable, no problem. But do you want to provide the wood yourself, or do you want me to provide it? If you provide the wood yourself, I'll charge you 300 wen for two pieces, and I'll deliver them to your home in a month. If you want to use my wood, it depends on what kind of wood you use. Pine is the cheapest, and I'll charge you 500 wen for two pieces. Cypress is second, and I'll charge you wen for two pieces. Elm is the best, and I'll charge you wen for two pieces. We're all from the same village, so I'll quote you the actual price."

"Uncle Sun, please make it out of elm wood. What's the appropriate price for me?"

"Well, pay a deposit of 300 wen first, and then pay the full amount when you see the goods and are satisfied."

Uncle Sun spoke readily, and Lan An also paid readily.

"Uncle Sun, do you have any rice barrels ready at home? I want to order two to store grain."

There are only two rice buckets at home, and the refined rice and brown rice are put together in burlap bags. It is not very convenient to use and cannot hold much.

“No, it has to be made fresh.”

"Then make me two elm ones. How much is it? I'll pay directly."

"300 Wen, I'll send it over when the time comes."

Carpenter Sun spoke happily. He didn't expect that the new daughter-in-law of the Zhang family would be so generous. Carpenter Sun rarely saw such people when doing business.

Lan An paid the money and quickened his pace to go home. He had been out for more than an hour and was afraid that Zhang Xiaomo would worry, as he was not comfortable with him going out alone.

When we were almost home, we saw Guo Ge'er standing at the gate, looking around with an anxious look on his face.

"Ang'er, you're finally back. I was a little worried."

"It took a while, has the wine been delivered?"

"Well, put it in the living room. Once you have enough money to pay, I can go back to embroidering the sachets."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Let's have something delicious tonight."

"it is good."

After a brief chat with Guo Ge'er, Lan An walked into the room. The desk was filled with couplets written by Zhang Xiaomo. Lan An picked up one at random. The calligraphy was really beautiful. In his previous life, the old house had displayed the calligraphy of a famous calligrapher. His elder brother had paid a high price for it at a charity gala. Lan An felt that the calligraphy of that famous calligrapher could not compare to Zhang Xiaomo's casual handwriting.

Every stroke of the couplet contains tremendous force, is vigorous and powerful, and penetrates deeply into the heart.

The strokes are smooth and natural, flowing like clouds and running water, without any sense of stagnation.

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, as firm as a rock and as sharp as a gust of wind. Every word seems to be given life, vivid and lifelike.

It is said that handwriting reflects the character of the writer, and this seems to be true.

Zhang Xiaomo is very confident in his calligraphy, but he doesn't want to bother with Lan An now. He knows that Lan An is worried and took so long to come back, so he feels a little sulky.

"Brother Xiaomo, what's written on it? It's really well written."

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"

"An An, what took you so long?"

"Brother Xiaomo, is that wrong? I ordered some furniture from Carpenter Sun, so I was a little late. I won't do it again next time."

"Okay, bring the couplet over here, I'll teach An An how to read."

"Read ours first."

Zhang Xiaomo took out two separate couplets, and a gentle voice rang out.

"The spring breeze brings warmth to greet the rising sun, and auspicious air welcomes the door to celebrate a good harvest."

"If I could become a pair of mandarin ducks, I would rather die than be immortal" (from Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Style of Chang'an")

"What do you think An An?"

"Brother Xiaomo is bullying me because I can't read. Who's New Year couplets have mandarin ducks in them?"

"Do you understand what I mean, An An?"

"Brother Xiaomo, I don't understand. I only know that I hope your heart is like mine, and I will never let you down."

Zhang Xiaomo was certain that Lan An was definitely not from this dynasty, because he did not recognize the characters of this dynasty and his calligraphy was very clumsy, but he was very knowledgeable. Zhang Xiaomo did not know why Lan An came and was afraid of his sudden departure. Now that he heard Lan An express his feelings, he did not want to control his emotions anymore.

He stood up and hugged Lan'an from behind, resting his head on Lan'an's shoulder, putting his mouth close to Lan'an's ear and speaking in a low voice.

"Hold your hand and grow old together with me."

Lan'an felt the wet heat coming from her ear. Zhang Xiaomo saw the pink tip of her ear in front of him, put it in his mouth and licked it. He couldn't help but bite it carefully with his teeth. Of course, his hands were not idle either, playing with Lan'an's fingers.

Lan Eucalyptus trembled slightly, and his legs felt a little weak. He turned his head and gave his cat a sincere kiss, but left immediately after the first touch.

Zhang Xiaomo felt a warm touch on his face. Without hesitation, he pinched Lan'an's waist with one hand and her chin with the other hand, and kissed her plump pink lips, which were warm and soft. Lan'an did not resist and took the initiative to accept it.