The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

The meal was not pleasant, Xu Lishi's thoughts were all written on his face, and Yan Qing, who had been provoked repeatedly, was extremely embarrassed. smiley.

Realizing that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless, Zhou Mo's mood improved a little. He picked up the dishes that Xu Lishi had picked for Yan Qing and put them in his own bowl. He raised his eyebrows at Xu Lishi and said, "Qing'er is picky eater, don't eat this."

Yan Qing: "..."

At the most difficult time, he even ate grass roots, silently buried his head in cooking, and dared not speak.

Xu Lishi was startled, and changed another dish, but this time he was stopped by Zhou Mo before it fell into the banquet bowl.

Xu Lishi's face collapsed, and he snorted coldly, "A picky eater again? Why didn't I know he was so tricky?"

Zhou Mo narrowed his eyes, smiled and shook his head, "No."

Zhou Mo took Xu Lishi's chopsticks and turned a corner, and the egg landed safely in Zhou Mo's bowl, "It's just that I like this one better. Qing'er said earlier that she would raise me, so she probably won't be willing to snatch it from me."

Yan Qing's action of grilling rice stopped for a while, and then crazily speeded up.

Xu Lishi glared at Zhoumo: The face is a good thing.

Zhou Mo went back silently: Unfortunately, I don't want it.

Yan Qing didn't know where the hostility between the two came from, so he had to swallow whole, the rice bottomed out quickly, and took the lead to end the meal early.

Not long after, Xu Lishi was hurriedly called away again, and the house full of gunpowder smoke was completely extinguished.

As the rain gradually subsided, Zhou Mo looked at Yan Qing who was sitting by the window in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Yan Qing went to help in the field because of his harsh words, he looked out of the window, a little dejected, "Actually, going to farm is not a bad thing for me..."

Yan Qing looked back at the location of the rice vat at home, worried, "In the future, there will be no more food that falls."

Was worried about this.

Zhou Mo breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought that Yan Qing was going to be tortured out of servility...

Zhou Mo said, "It's okay, just planting some small vegetables will feed you, don't worry."

That's what he said, but before the actual operation, Yan Qing was still worried.

In order to distract him, Zhou Mo took out the elementary school book that Song Yue had sent over, and taught Yan Qing to recognize the characters.

Song Yue should have taught Yan Qing a lot, and Yan Qing knew all the simple and commonly used characters, so Zhou Mo turned a few pages back.One of them taught the other, and the crisp sound of recognizing characters mixed with the soft sound of raindrops outside the window made it very warm.

As for the Sun family's complaint that Song Yue mentioned earlier...

Zhou Mo's biggest golden finger is reading the original text, and he is not at all worried that Mrs. Sun will sue the village chief.

After all, what he said to Mrs. Sun earlier was not groundless. Presumably Mrs. Sun would not dare to make a big fuss. If Zhou Mo really has some evidence...

In this era when men's fame is especially important, Zhou Mo guessed that Mrs. Sun would not dare to bet at all.

"Ah Mo." Yan Qing looked back at Zhou Mo enthusiastically, "Do you think I am right?"

Holding a twig in his hand, Yan Qing squatted on the ground and sketched for a long time. When the rain just stopped, Yan Qing couldn't wait to pull Zhou Mo out of the room to "practice calligraphy".

Hearing this, Zhou Mo withdrew his thoughts, looked down at the ghost painting talisman on the ground, and said truthfully, "I don't recognize it."

Yan Qing blushed, and made a cross on the word with a branch.

Yan Qing stretched his legs, squatted and moved two steps to the side, and re-wrote stroke by stroke on a fairly smooth surface.

This time his handwriting was very correct, but Zhou Mo still couldn't recognize it.

Looking at Yan Qing's expectant gaze, Zhou Mo shook his head helplessly. He squatted down and surrounded Yan Qing from behind, with one arm around his waist and the other on the back of Yan Qing's hand, and said softly, "What do you want to write?"

Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered, "... Mo."

Zhou Mo thought that Yan Qing was calling him, so he lowered his head and looked at Yan Qing, "Huh?"

Seeing that Zhou Mo didn't understand what he meant, Yan Qing explained with some embarrassment, "I want to write about Ah Mo's ink."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Zhou Mo lowered his head and looked at the words on the side again, but he didn't see why.

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, they are simply irrelevant.

Zhou Mo held back his laughter and led Yan Qing over and over again.

Yan Qing is not stupid, and he learns quickly. Even if there are too many strokes in the word "mo", he can write it out quickly after practicing it more than ten times.

Yan Qing practiced more and more vigorously, and after a while, the two had moved from the main entrance to the back of the house.

The sky was getting darker, the temperature difference between day and night in autumn was big, and there was still some humidity in the air after the rain. With the cold wind, Zhou Mo patted Yan Qing on the shoulder and urged him to go back.

The ground outside the door was covered with shallow tree branch imprints left by Yan Qing. Zhou Mo looked around, and the most correct one was "Ah Mo" all over the ground...

There are also some other words that Yan Qing learned in the middle.

Zhou Mo's heart twitched slightly.

Because he didn't do much work, he still read a lot of words. Yan Qing was still a little excited from before the meal to when he lay down on the bed after the meal. There were no branches and land for him to practice, so he stretched out his palm and used his fingers. In the palm of my hand, I stroke a little bit.

Zhou Mo lazily leaned aside and looked at Yan Qing.

But suddenly, the person sitting in front of him came over and knelt beside Zhou Mo. Before Zhou Mo could react, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Mo's hand, and his warm fingertips touched Zhou Mo's palm little by little. Rubbing.

Yan Qing leaned slightly sideways, Mo's hair was on one side, revealing her snow-white neck, and against the backdrop of the red undershirt, her skin was as creamy as fat, Zhou Mo was a little dazed.

The writing movement stopped, Yan Qing raised his head, looked directly at Zhou Mo, his eyes were slightly bright, "This is the word 'Yan', is it written correctly?"

Zhou Mo felt nothing but numbness in his palms.

He calmly withdrew his hand, looked away and said, "Yes."

Yan Qing smiled when he heard the words, and turned back to his previous seat. He had an unconditional trust in what Zhou Mo said, as long as he said it, Yan Qing would believe it.

"Ah Mo, you are amazing, you actually know so many words."

Zhou Mo changed the topic lightly and said, "Don't sleep anymore? Didn't I promise you that sister Xu will go to the foot of the mountain tomorrow?"

Yan Qing lay down obediently, and said, "It's not that I promised her, but I just happened to remember that brother Tang wants to make chrysanthemum wine. The chrysanthemums at the foot of the mountain are blooming very well."

Zhou Mo hummed and did not speak.

Seeing this, Yan Qing obediently closed his eyes, but it didn't take long before he started to toss and turn again. Zhou Mo knew that he was holding back the question and wanted to ask himself, so he turned around silently.

Yan Qing gently tugged at the corner of Zhoumo's clothes, "Ah Mo..."

Zhou Mo: "..."

"I can not sleep."

Here it is again, Zhou Mo really couldn't bear this soft and extremely pitiful tone, he turned back to face Yan Qing face to face, and sighed invisibly, "What's wrong?"

Yan Qing blinked, "It's nothing, I just think you are amazing."

Zhou Mo raised his eyelids lazily, "You have said this so many times for as long as you have known me."

Yan Qing choked, stammering, "Yes, yes?"

Zhou Mo didn't speak, but looked at him calmly, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Yan Qing's eyes dodged, and he didn't know where to find out the original text, "...I won't ask you what you don't want me to ask."

"But can you tell me these stories? I read them for a while, and there are a lot of words I don't know."

Zhou Mo was startled, and his eyes on Yan Qing became indescribable.

How could the books he read with Song Yue during the day be here in Yanqing?

On the surface, this story is covered with romantic skin, but in fact, it is full of prohibited vocabulary from now on.

Although Zhou Mo felt that this bold author's writing style is quite good, but it cannot be ignored that he is a h essay in his bones.

In the middle of the night, Yan Qing actually wanted to discuss this with him in bed?

Zhou Mo had no choice but to think that Yan Qing hadn't turned back in time.

He raised his hand and took the things in Yanqing's hand and stuffed them under the pillow, and said calmly, "You should ask me a question."