[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Han Heming and Song Yanzhi didn't want to watch the subsequent execution. There was no need to watch a person's physical pain.

The two walked out of the ancestral hall, and a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The rain was not heavy, but it felt cool and icy when it fell on their faces.

"Cold?"

It was dark, and the two men came over with only a lantern. The lantern didn't illuminate far, so the two men's bodies were very close to each other.

"A little."

Song Yanzhi hugged her arms. Hongya Village was too far to the north, and the temperature difference between day and night was large. Even though it was the end of spring, the temperature was still extremely low at night.

Han Heming's arm naturally rested on Song Yanzhi's shoulder, and he hugged Song Yanzhi in his arms.

"Then I suddenly don't feel cold anymore."

Song Yanzhi didn't want to have a deeper relationship with Han Heming, so she tried to escape from Han Heming's arms.

Han Heming's puzzled voice sounded.

"Wasn't it cold just now? Why isn't it cold anymore?"

As he said that, he let go of Song Yanzhi. Song Yanzhi was trying hard and didn't expect Han Heming to let her go. As soon as she tried hard, she felt her feet slip and she was about to fall to the ground.

Han Heming stretched out his hand, and his long arm picked up Song Yanzhi, while he chuckled.

Song Yanzhi realized that Han Heming did it on purpose.

She stepped on Han Heming's foot, and Han Heming gasped. After Song Yanzhi finished stepping on him, she walked forward angrily.

The lantern was in Han Heming's hand. He was afraid that Song Yanzhi would walk too fast and fall, so he hurried to follow her.

"It's over. The mushrooms I picked are still on the mountain."

Song Yanzhi walked faster now. She wanted to go to the mountain to get the mushrooms back.

Those were the fruits of her and Su's labor for an entire afternoon. If they got caught in the rain, they would probably be ruined by tomorrow.

"It's late and raining, and the mountain road is difficult to walk on. Tell me the location and I'll get it."

When Han Heming saw Song Yanzhi shivering from the cold, a look of heartache flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for this little girl today, the sons would have suffered so much at the hands of Li Yuzhi.

"I'm hiding well. I'm afraid you won't be able to find me if you go there for a while. Let's go together."

"Okay, then wait for me for a while. I'm going home first."

Han Heming went home, took out two cloaks and an umbrella, and put the cloak on Song Yanzhi's shoulders.

"Thank you."

Song Yanzhi was feeling a little cold. She was wearing the same clothes she wore during the day. At night, she was so busy rescuing the children that she had forgotten about the cold.

It was only after she left the ancestral hall that she felt cold. Thinking of the mushrooms she had picked in the mountains, she no longer cared about herself.

The things that she didn't care to remember were remembered by him. It was not a big deal, but it made Song Yanzhi feel a little warm in her heart.

"Let's go. The road is slippery due to the rain. Give me your hand."

Han Heming naturally took Song Yanzhi's hand and walked forward first. Song Yanzhi was stunned for a moment. This time she did not pull back her hand and let Han Heming lead the way forward.

In the mountains at night, under the light of the wind lanterns, the shadows of the trees are swaying and dim, and clusters of trees are stacked in the woods. Occasionally, you can hear the roar of wild beasts, which is creepy.

Song Yanzhi unconsciously leaned towards Han Heming, took a few steps, and leaned closer again.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Han Heming hugged the frightened little girl beside him in his arms. He slowed down his pace and followed the little girl's footsteps.

"Well, I'm not afraid."

The little girl who said she was not afraid, when she heard the sound of rain hitting the trees in the forest, she wished she could snuggle into the man's arms again.

She overestimated herself. It turns out the mountains are so scary at night.

The two walked for about half a minute and arrived at the place where Song Yanzhi hid the beech.

Song Yanzhi broke free from Han Heming and was about to walk forward to carry Beilu on her back.

"do not move."

Han Heming grabbed Song Yanzhi and made a gesture to keep quiet, and Song Yanzhi didn't dare to move anymore.

Han Heming walked past Song Yanzhi, took out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it into the space in front of him.

After a few muffled groans, Han Heming stabbed it again. Then he lifted up his hand, and the animal that had just made the muffled groans was picked up by Han Heming.

"It's a golden pheasant? Why is there a golden pheasant in my back?"

Han Heming was holding a big red pheasant in his hand.

"Maybe it's raining, and they're using your back as a shelter. Let's go down the mountain."

After Han Heming finished speaking, he took the initiative to carry the backpack on his shoulders, and returned to the Han family with the chicken in one hand and Song Yanzhi in the other.

The spring days in Hongya Village are always short. It may feel cold one day, but the next day the sun is shining brightly and you have to wear thin summer clothes.

The four children in the family have not even left the courtyard since the last kidnapping incident.

The children are sensible and their parents are busy, so they can't cause any more trouble for them.

But today, the four children ran out of the yard happily and headed towards their neighbor's house.

"Grandpa Shen, your house is so beautiful."

Erwa looked at the spacious and bright newly built house, and his big eyes were full of envy.

"Does Erwa like it?"

Shen Huanjun led a few children to the newly built courtyard, looking left and right, nodding with satisfaction from time to time.

Han Heming put a lot of care into the house he built for them, and used a lot of tiles on it. The whole house looked grand and bright, which he liked very much.

"Then grandpa will reserve a room for each of you. If you don't want to go home, you can stay at grandpa's house, okay?"

His house is big and has many rooms, so even if each child has his own room, they can all live there.

"Okay, thank you grandpa."

The four children clapped their hands happily and thanked Shen Huanjun in unison.

"Daddy, come back for dinner soon."

Shen Wanwan trotted out from the inner courtyard, her face full of joy.

Since ancient times, human beings have always had infinite expectations for new houses, as if moving into a new house will mean a new beginning.

"Eat, eat..."

The children's cheerful laughter adds countless new hopes to this expectation.

After Shen Huanjun moved out with his daughter, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming returned to their original life with their children. The only difference was that Da Wa and A Jiu were going to study with Shen Huanjun, and San Wa was almost one year old.

The third child, who was almost one year old, could not walk yet, but he could crawl very fast. Without the help of Shen Wanwan's two maids, Song Yanzhi did not dare to leave his side for a moment, for fear that the child would fall or run away if she turned around.

Song Yanzhi was really at a loss as to what to do. In the end, she drew a picture and put the little guy in a fence used by modern children.

"Second child, Tuan Tuan, can you help me look after the third child while I make you some thumb biscuits?"

Sanwa has been biting everything he catches these past two days. Song Yanzhi thought that the child might be teething and his gums were itchy, so she wanted to make some snacks for the little guy to grind his teeth.

"Mom, go ahead."

Hearing that there was something delicious to eat, Erwa and Tuantuan took the initiative to take out the crawling mat and fence made by Song Yanzhi and sent the three of them in.

Song Yanzhi couldn't help but laugh at the child's self-awareness.