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

The person in front of him didn't know that there was a bit of a joke in it, Yan Qing looked at those sharp eyes and smiled at Yan Yan, and couldn't look away.

...It would be great if I could really marry.

Suddenly separated from the joy of being accepted, Yan Qing had to consider the cruelest reality before them.

Now both of them are just men, without the support of Li's eldest son and family, and without the blessing of their own prominent status, although Zhou Mo might not care about these...

But Yan Qing actually followed the rules for the rest of her life. In a marriage between a man and a man, one party needs to be of high status. That alone is not enough, the marriage must be approved by the superior.

... This top is as small as a local official, as big as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but no matter what it is, Yan Qing can't touch it.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing felt a little sour in his heart, before the sadness spread, he felt a warm fingertip gently and cautiously touch the corner of his eyes.

Then he heard a very shallow sigh.

"Qing'er, you can't hide anything here."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and said nothing.

A long time ago, before the two of them knew it, the cart had already stopped. The driver used to stop near the village to let the horse drink some water and rest, and then saw this scene...

The coachman stood aside in a daze, and when she came to her senses, she felt that she was a little redundant. She said tentatively, "You two, why don't I rent this car to you for a while?"

As soon as the coachman's words fell, a smear of red clothes suddenly blew past Zhou Mo's eyes like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo couldn't help but smile, and his eyes followed the hurried and embarrassed back of someone.

This person is really too shy, and...he really wants to be bullied.

Zhou Mo slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and landed behind Yan Qing not too far away, looking at the people in front of him with amused eyes and running away.After following for a while, the man stopped in place, looking around in a daze.

Zhou Mo followed up unhurriedly, stood beside Yan Qing, and said in a low voice, "Can't you run anymore?"

Yan Qing: "..."

He rolled his eyes back with some guilt, and whispered, "Ah Mo, has the coachman left?"

It seems that we haven't reached the entrance of the village yet.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at him, with a smile he couldn't hide, "Why, do you really want to rent a car?"

"..."

At the beginning of autumn, the temperature in the mountains is already cold, but the two people walking on the path, one black and one red, are not affected at all, but their hearts are warm.

Zhou Mo gently held the wrists of the people around him, and said in a warm voice, "Look at the road."

Hearing this, the person who could hardly restrain his joy gave a soft "hmm", turned his wrist tentatively, and lightly touched the back of Zhou Mo's hand with his fingertips, cautiously and tentatively.

Yan Qing has always been passive, but Zhou Mo couldn't refuse the only two initiatives, one time to raise her and one time to marry.

this time……

Zhou Mo looked down at Yan Qing's hand that was trying to shake it back, and calmly refused, "Wait for the injury to heal."

Yan Qing, who understood Zhou Mo's meaning, immediately stopped moving, but tried to argue, "But the doctor said that my wound should heal if I come back later."

Zhou Mo looked at him, "Then do you listen to me or the doctor?"

Yan Qing pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "...Can I listen to the doctor first this time?"

Zhou Mo narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at the people around him, the two looked at each other for a moment, Yan Qing blushed and looked away, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "...I know, I listen to Ah Mo. "

Seeing this, Zhou Mo pinched Yan Qing's earlobe in satisfaction, and before he could withdraw his hand, he saw that the place he touched gradually turned red at a speed visible to the human eye.

However, the owner of this ear is still trying to maintain his composure, staring at the road ahead without squinting.

Zhou Mo held back his smile, and tried not to hear the tone of his reminder, "Walk well, the same hands and feet are easy to fall."

As soon as the words were finished, Hong Ying around her visibly froze for a moment, and her already chaotic steps were even more chaotic, completely chaotic.

Zhou Mo's words immediately came true in Yan Qing's body, this idiot tripped himself up.

Zhou Mo didn't expect that his mouth seemed to be open, the smile on his face froze and stopped, and he reacted quickly to pull Yan Qing, but Yan Qing's feet were dull, and he couldn't exert any strength, and the whole body was bumped. Xiang Zhoumo.

Zhou Mo took two steps back to stabilize his figure, and after a false alarm, he had no choice but to sigh with admiration, "...Qing'er, you fell with a small fall in three steps, and a big fall in five steps. Did you fall on the flat ground? "

Yan Qing didn't make a sound, and limped out of Zhou Mo's arms.

Zhou Mo noticed his movement, frowned, and hugged him horizontally, he lowered his eyes to look at Yan Qing, "Are you sprained?"

Yan Qing hugged Zhou Mo's neck subconsciously, feeling a little embarrassed, "... Ah Mo, put me down, I'm almost there, I can walk back by myself, it's fine."

Zhou Mo didn't listen to him, and put Yanqing on the flat stones by the roadside, knelt down on one knee, took off the person's shoes and socks and looked carefully, but fortunately, he didn't see any red or swollen places.

Zhou Mo felt relieved, and rubbed Yan Qing's ankle joint for a while, and only put on his shoes and socks leisurely when Yan Qing's "It's ok" was almost annoying.

Yan Qing sat on the rock, his whole body numb from Zhou Mo's cool fingers. As early as when Zhou Mo first met him, he had hugged his knees and curled up into a ball, looking very petite and pitiful.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo couldn't bear it, but he still stretched out his hand and patted Yan Qing's forehead lightly, "See if you're not careful when you walk next time."

Yan Qing supported Zhou Mo and tried to get off the stone, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a numbness and convulsion.

Zhou Mo: "It still hurts?"

Yan Qing shook his head and whispered, "Wait, wait a while, my feet are numb."

With a smile in his eyes, Zhou Mo bent down in front of Yan Qing, "Come up, I'll carry you."

On the second day after returning from the city, Zhou Mo got up early in the morning, and when he was routinely watering the potatoes, he suddenly heard a recitation of "Zhihu Zheye".

Zhou Mo looked back at the person who was sleeping on the couch, then turned and knocked on the door next door.

Song Yue was suffering from a splitting headache from the book, but Aunt Song had been sitting beside her and watching, so when she heard the knock on the door, she came running almost immediately, ecstatically wanting to hold Zhoumo's hand, but Zhou Mo was caught. Mo avoided it politely.

Song Yue didn't care if she took a break, turned around, pulled herself, and said gratefully, "If you need my help, just tell me! Although I have to study hard to prepare for the county exam! But with us Such a long relationship with neighbors! I will definitely not refuse you!"

While talking, Song Yue winked at Zhou Mo, hoping that Zhou Mo would save her from the fire, but Zhou Mo ignored her completely, and only slightly leaned forward towards Aunt Song who was sitting in the room and cast her eyes on the two of them.

"Don't bother, just come to borrow some books."

Song Yue: "...Ask me if you don't understand?"

Zhou Mo glanced at her and didn't speak, and Song Yue shut up knowingly.

Zhou Mo went back to the house with the book he borrowed from Song Yue, spread out the "Book of Songs", one of the Four Books and Five Classics, on the table, began to grind the inkstone, and copied page by page.

Although I don't know why, Yan Qing, who never had a relationship line in the book, now has a crush on him, but since he is there, he can't let Yan Qing go to the ending in the book.

I don't know how long it took, the rice paper on the table had piled up to a small height, Zhou Mo put down his pen, looked up at the sky, it was already bright.

He turned around and returned to the bed, gently pushed Yan Qing, "Qing'er, it's time to get up."

Yan Qing yawned and got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and said, "Why is it so early, Ah Mo?"

"It's getting late, it's noon." Zhou Mo said, "The meal is ready, you can eat by yourself, I'll go to the field."

Yan Qing was stunned, and hurriedly landed on the ground barefoot, "Wait for me, I'll go with you."

Zhou Mo glanced at him and said, "Be good at home, I'll be back as soon as possible."

In the afternoon, Zhou Mo turned over the wasteland, planted seeds one by one, buried them and watered them.

Yan Qing's hand injury is not fully healed yet, Zhou Mo didn't let him come over, but Yan couldn't stay idle, and after staying at home for a while, he sneaked here. Seeing this, Zhou Mo had to let him sow seeds one by one.

The two just stayed in the field all afternoon.

In the next few days, when Yan Qing's hands were ready, he would stick to Zhou Mo even more every day, wherever Zhou Mo went, even to feed the chicken cubs, Yan Qing would follow by his side.

Zhou Mo also followed him, but often caught people who were making clothes to learn how to read and write.

Yan Qing also changed her habit of reading story books in the past, and practiced calligraphy and writing seriously, but suddenly changed from a tree branch to a brush, Yan Qing couldn't grasp the amount of ink, and often didn't practice a few words. Get a whole body of flowers.

Zhou Mo was almost used to putting a basin of water beside the table where Yan Qing practiced calligraphy.

Zhou Mo found that although Yan Qing's handwriting was a bit torn, the posture of holding the pen was similar to the previous movement of grinding the inkstone.

"Practiced before?" Zhou Mo asked casually.

Yan Qing didn't stop moving when he heard the words, holding a brush and writing on the paper, "Huh? Why do you say that, do I write well?"

Yan Qing had just finished his writing when he finished speaking. He set the brush aside, picked up the rice paper on the table, and looked at it again and again.

"...it doesn't seem to be all that bad." After speaking, Yan Qing put down the rice paper, and stuffed the rice paper into the pile of waste paper with some embarrassment.

Zhou Mo sighed, took the pen from Yan Qing's hand, and wrote down a line of writing with great force, so that Yan Qing could learn to copy.

In fact, Yan Qing has already read the book all morning. When he first read the "Book of Songs", he was stunned and hoped, and he had to understand and copy it. Dare to relax openly.

...can only relax quietly.

Zhou Mo was flipping through the books in his hands, and from the corner of his eye, a pair of eyes as bright as stars were staring at him for a moment, Zhou Mo felt a little tired for him.

Zhou Mo put the book upside down on his lap, looked up at Yan Qing, and said calmly, "Do you not understand?"

Yan Qing was eager to peek, and was startled by the sudden noise, his hands shook, and the ink dripped down the pen tip onto the rice paper, smearing an ink stain on the rice paper.

He hurriedly put the rice paper at the bottom, and pointed at random, "...Yes, this, this sentence."

Zhou Mo got up and came to Yan Qing's side, looked down at what Yan Qing was pointing at, and frowned slightly.

This sentence should have been said twice, right?

Zhou Mo sighed invisibly, and then explained word by word accurately. When he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at Yan Qing, when Yan Qing was staring at him in a daze.

... This man is too pretentious to hide.

Zhou Mo laughed, and said, "Tired?"

Yan Qing shook her head, "Ah Mo, why do you know so much?"

Zhou Mo didn't want to tell him about modern things, and Yan Qing, who is conservative in thinking, would find it a bit unacceptable.

Zhou Mo said vaguely, "It's just that I can recognize some characters. These annotations are also learned from the book Song Yue gave."

Yan Qing said, "Ah Mo, you are so amazing that you can teach yourself."

Seeing that this man believed in his words, Zhou Mo couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Yan Qing seemed to know so many things about a man named Zhou Mo and didn't realize anything was wrong, so he raised his eyes cautiously to look at him, "Has Mo ever thought of obtaining fame?"

Zhou Mo paused and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Yan Qing whispered, "You can marry a man."

Zhou Mo smiled, and lightly squeezed Yan Qing's face, "Don't make trouble, it's thanks to you that you figured it out."

The danger of double dropping codes.

When Yan Qing heard this, he lowered his head a little uncomfortable. Seeing Zhou Mo's eagerness to read the book, he thought...

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Yan Qing comforted herself from the bottom of her heart, Zhou Mo didn't take the test, he could take the test, but it was possible... There is a long way to go.

Yan Qing looked at the ball of black ink on the table and sighed deeply.