I have HE with a ghost! [GL]

"This little rascal doesn't know how big or small, is my aunt someone you can laugh at? Just say that you are not a serious person, and your little daughter-in-law looks like a vixen, you can stand it, you..."

The woman who was harassed had her hands rubbed on her waist, and she sternly smiled and cursed at Yan Qingge.

Women in mountain villages are not well-educated, and what they say when they open their mouths and shut their mouths is passed down from generation to generation. Whether it sounds bad or not depends on what the listener thinks.

Yan Qingge also paid no attention to it lazily, and walked down the mountain with big strides.

It was still daylight when he got home, Yan Qingge closed the door, put the bag he was carrying lightly under the eaves, tied the legs of the pheasant in his hand, chopped off its head and hung it in the yard to let the blood out.

While I was free, I gathered the eggs in the cloth bag and put the wild vegetables in the basket to be picked and washed, but the more important thing right now was to pluck the chickens.

Going to the back room to take a look at Ming Tong, he was still asleep, his face was fair and clean, his red lips were slightly parted, revealing his neat teeth.

The feathers of pheasants are not as easy to handle as those of domestic chickens. Yan Qingge was lazy to boil hot water, and neither she nor Yan Zhong liked to eat chicken skin, so they simply peeled off the skin, cleaned it up and waited to put it into the pot.

Time passed by little by little, as in the past, when the sunset came, the children came running and playing.

"Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Yan, here we come."

"Open the door quickly."

Yan Qingge frowned slightly, and just as he was about to raise his voice to refuse, he heard a soft and sweet voice behind him.

"Everyone goes back to each house and finds his own mother."

Yan Qingge raised her head and looked back, it was Ming Tong who had woken up and put her long hair back in front of her body, her cool eyes were still hazy with mist.

"good night."

Hearing the sweet greeting, Yan Qingge couldn't help smiling, as if he had eaten honey.

"Okay."

The fresh and tender small wild vegetables washed by Yan Qingge were also picked up by Mingtong. The vegetables with missing and wrinkled leaves that were tortured in her hands were extremely clean and complete in Mingtong's hands. Look at Yan Qing Ge is extremely guilty.

Hand strength is naturally strong, no wonder she.

Ming Tong seemed to see her embarrassment, and glanced at her with seductive eyes.

A group of children outside the courtyard gate were still clamoring, bouncing around and yelling to come in, but inside the courtyard gate it was quiet.

Dinner was still made by Mingtong. The stewed chicken was extra soft and glutinous, and a pot of soft steamed buns was specially steamed, served with fresh and tender green vegetables, which made people feel full again.

"Look at you, if you can't finish one meal, why don't you cook it for you next time?"

In the bedroom, Mingtong rubbed Yan Qingge's stomach with his legs crossed, the hands felt hard, which showed how much Yan Qingge ate in one meal.

Yan Qingge hiccupped and stretched his limbs comfortably. Life is only good if you have enough to eat and drink and have a lovely wife to warm your bed.

Just like that, after a full meal, Yan Qingge forgot to discuss with Ming Tong, and gradually fell asleep.

Mingtong still rubbed her stomach with a soft expression, as if she was three months pregnant, she really wanted to laugh.

The night is getting darker.

Yan Zhong did not know when he appeared in the room, he was still sitting in the wheelchair, twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand, just quietly watching Ming Tong's movements.

Finally, after Mingtong withdrew his hand, the wheelchair adjusted its direction and went out the door. Behind him, Mingtong put on his shoes and followed quietly.

"Didn't you say you would never come back?"

In the courtyard, the two of them stopped one after the other as if they were in daylight.

"How can it be true if you just say it?"

Mingtong sneered, looking at the moon hanging high above the angel.

It is difficult to see the sun in this mountain during the day, but the moon seems to be hanging above the head at night.

"It's so quiet here. I haven't been back for a long time. I have to say I miss it."

Ming Tong sighed, a pair of eyes that looked clean during the day were extremely strange at this time, as if the black pupils were mixed with blood red.

"Then stay here, and you will be free again after a few more decades."

Yan Zhong laughed and looked up at the sky.

"Okay." Tian Tian's voice was extraordinarily clear in the darkness, "I'm very happy."

"Then you two will get married."

"I am still your witness."

Whether it is the living or the dead, their existence is all for this place under their feet.

Perhaps when the world reopens, they will not have to start over again and again.