Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

The shopkeeper looked at Xue Ming and then at Song Ping'an, and said, "This is worn by my brother, so I still have to prepare it."

"Not necessarily." Xue Ming continued.

Song Pingan looked into his bright eyes and guessed that there was nothing good to do, and said, "No need."

Xue Ming asked, "How much?"

Seeing that no one came to lead them, the shopkeeper said: "This thing is definitely needed. When the time comes, I will carry my wife behind my back and wear something on my head. It's auspicious."

"Yes, Geely." Xue Ming looked at Song Ping'an eagerly.

Song Pingan thought to himself, when the time comes, he will carry Xue Ming through the door, and he will not carry himself. After thinking this way, he said: "Yes."

After pulling the cloth, Zhang Shuwen took them to a tailor's shop to measure.

Song Ping'an felt unreal at first, and when he put the tailor's ruler on him, and saw Xue Ming smiling all over his face, something seemed to sprout in his heart.

Clothes can be made in about three or four days, and Xue Ming will have to come again when the time comes, so he went to prepare some bowls and chopsticks.

On the way home, Song Pingan took the initiative to hold his hand and walked home with a large bag of things.

Xue Ming turned his head to look at him, really wanting to push him away right now.

A group of old women came to the house to help cut happy characters, and seeing the two of them coming back, they called Xue Ming in and said: "Our old rule here is that the new couple can't meet each other in the first month of marriage, otherwise it will break the happy head. Discuss it with your aunt, and let Banxian decide."

"Well, what's the matter?" Anyway, it's only half a month, Xue Ming is not in a hurry, stew it well, and the taste will be even more delicious.

Song's mother continued: "The banxian said, you are very happy, and you can enjoy the joy in whoever you live in. Aunt Xitou and I have a good relationship. You will move in tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, then I will trouble Aunt Xitou."

Song Pingan put his things away and went to work on his big bed. When the work was completely finished, Xue Ming came out of the room with some clothes in his arms and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Auntie asked me to stay at Aunt Xitou's house for a few days, so as not to be too happy."

"Oh." Song Ping'an agreed with his expression, but he was not very happy in his heart, and said again, "Be careful yourself, and be careful of your stomach."

"Well, good." The child Xue Ming is definitely not pregnant, but he must find a chance to tell him.

During the period of not seeing each other, Xue Ming lived like a year, and several times wanted to run to have a tryst with Song Ping'an.

Finally, on the eve of the wedding, Xue Ming couldn't take it anymore, and ran out over the wall while Aunt Xitou's family was asleep.

At this time, Song Ping'an was sitting in Mother Song's room, listening to her instructions for tomorrow's affairs, how to enter the door, and how many steps to take to be auspicious.

Tables and chairs were set up in the yard, and a large pot was set up, in which some chicken and pork were cooked.

He squatted on the wall for a long time and didn't see Song Pingan come out, so he picked up a stone and threw it out, just hitting the cauldron with a dang sound.

Soon Song Ping'an in the room stood up and said, "Mum, I'll go out and have a look."

"Okay." Mother Song took out his wedding dress again, looked at the tree oil lamp lit in the house, and finally looked at the moon and said, "Father Ping An, my son is going to marry a wife, so I don't have to worry about it from now on."

As soon as Song Pingan came out, he looked around, and soon saw Xue Ming sitting on the wall with his legs crossed. He glanced back, and before Song's mother noticed, he quickly walked to the corner and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" gone?"

Xue Ming propped his legs and propped his chin, and said, "I missed you, so I came here."

He said it for granted.

After not hearing his voice for a long time, Song Pingan realized that he missed him a lot, so he went to the side to move a ladder over, and then turned around and shouted to Mother Song: "Mom, I'm going to rest first."

"You child, you still have to sleep." Mother Song smiled. It's a good thing to be able to fall asleep. These days, I often see him strolling in the yard alone. It should be that he hasn't slept well for several nights, " You rested earlier, and you don't know how Xue Ming is doing at your Xitou aunt's place."

When Song Ping'an climbed up the ladder, Xue Ming pulled him up and led him up to the roof.

Today was exactly sixteen, and the moon was round and bright. Xue Ming held his hand and asked, "Did you miss me?"

"I don't want to." Song Pingan said, "What do you want to do?"

As soon as the words fell, Xue Ming sealed his mouth, and all the words were blocked in his throat.

This time, the two cooperated extremely harmoniously. Xue Ming held the back of his head tightly, pressed him against the roof, and coaxed him softly: "Touch me, I miss you to death."

Xiao Song was suddenly held by him, and Song Ping'an's face was a little hot.

"He misses me a lot too." Xue Ming laughed heartily and gave him a rub.

Song Pingan glanced at it, and bit his lip for a while before recovering his voice.

Xiao Song and Xiao Xue had a face-to-face meeting in this way, and had their first contact.

After staying on the roof for more than half an hour, Song Pingan said: "You go back first, and I will pick you up tomorrow."

Xue Ming kissed him again, then let go of his embrace, and said, "I'll take you down."

The fence of Song Ping'an's house can be regarded as high. Song Ping'an glanced at the place where he was sitting just now, and asked, "Did you hit it?"

"No, don't worry." She hugged his waist and jumped down.

Song Ping'an's face darkened in an instant, and he was not allowed to go back over the wall, opened the door and sent him to Aunt Xitou's door before turning back.

Xue Ming climbed up to the wall again, watching his leaving back.

He waited until the firecrackers sounded before he jumped off the roof and returned to the room. Aunt Xitou came in with his wedding dress and red hijab, and a box of rouge in her hand. Prejudging the tiredness in his eyes, she said: "I I know, look at your eyes are dark circles, you didn't sleep well."

Xue Ming nodded. After all, it was the first time getting married, so he must be excited!

Aunt Xitou opened the box in her hand and said, "Auntie made this by herself. It smells good. Come, Auntie will rub it on for you."

The corner of Xue Ming's mouth twitched, he never thought he would use this kind of thing, and said, "It's so red, does it look good on it?"

"You must be good-looking, kid! It's great that it's booming."

Xue Ming couldn't agree with the eyes of the people here, and said: "If Ping An kisses me, then do I have to wash my face?"

Aunt Xitou was amused by his words, and said: "What are you thinking about, kid, this is what Auntie made herself with flower petals."

"Ah, auntie, can you teach me how to do this?"

Aunt Xitou thought that he wanted to do something for herself in the future, and said: "Okay, your mother-in-law will do more than me when she is young, and she taught me this."

Xue Ming saw the business opportunity, so he asked, but in order to get married, he could only reluctantly put on makeup. Maybe with Song Ping'an's current aesthetics, he still thinks that he is as beautiful as a fairy if he is so well-groomed. .

Aunt Xitou drew a big red eye makeup on him, Xue Ming glanced at the blurry bronze mirror, originally the black looked a little flawed, but now she painted it and it turned into a monkey.

Xue Ming felt that this marriage was a bit ridiculous.

Aunt Xitou tied his hair in a bun again, and kept doing it until the firecrackers sounded outside again, then gave him two red dates and said, "You will be sitting in the new room for a day later, use this cushion abdomen."

Xue Ming looked at the two jujubes, the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking he might as well just stuff two chicken legs.

The music sounded, and Aunt Xitou handed him the hijab and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

Song Pingan was blocked outside by a group of women, holding a bag of wedding candy in his hand, his face was about the same color as his clothes, and he stammered, "Aunt Xitou eats candy."

"Just eat candy! The new wife is waiting for you inside." Song Pingan quickly took out the red envelope prepared by Song's mother, and said, "Auntie, let's be happy."

Xue Ming was still holding a red hijab in the room, and there was a lot of noise outside, and it took Song Pingan a while to come in from outside.

Aunt Xitou hurriedly supported him and said, "Still squatting down."

"Oh? Good!" Song Ping'an quickly squatted down.

The matchmaker on the side also jokingly said: "Mr. Groom, why don't you say something nice to make your wife go up on your back."

Song Pingan racked his brains to think, and then said stammeringly: "Madam, come up, I will carry you behind my back."

Xue Ming could only see his broad back, but guessed that his face must be flushed now, so he wanted to tease him, and said, "How long is it?"

"Forever." Song Pingan subconsciously said it.

Xue Ming lay on his back, and when no one noticed, he whispered in his ear: "I did this for you, you must make it up to me tonight."

Song Ping'an linked the compensation to the kind of thing he had to do at night. Last night, Song's mother told him that Xue Ming was still pregnant with the child, so the intercourse should not be too violent, and the point should be over.

What Xue Ming said made him feel a little guilty.

When they got to the door, Xue Ming was put down, and Song's mother was sitting in the hall, and a circle of people crowded in the room.

When the matchmaker finished shouting "Baitiandi, parents-in-law and husband and wife", Song Ping'an was sweating all over, and Song's mother was smiling from ear to ear.

Xing Zhaohe and Tao Zhixing also came and watched together in the room.

"This is really good." Xing Zhaohe said.

With the sound of "sent to the bridal chamber", Xue Ming was supported by the matchmaker to walk to the new house, and Song Ping'an's whole heart flew out half of it.

Xing Zhaohe walked outside with his arms around him, saying, "Congratulations Brother Pingan, my father can't come because of something, but my mother is here, let's go have a drink."

Song Pingan hadn't recovered yet, thinking about what Xue Ming said just now.

"You must make it up to me later."

compensate?Why do you feel something is wrong?