She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu had no choice but to lie on Yan Zhan's back. Yan Zhan carried her on his back, taking every step steadily.

Yan Zhentian was still reminding from behind: "Be careful, don't fall."

Yan Zhan didn't respond. Manshu hooked her arms around his neck and breathed beside his ears, leaving him no room to think about anything else.

"Uncle San, am I very heavy?"

She was still relatively light last year, but she has gained a lot of weight this year.

My body has also become much stronger.

But to Yan Zhan, this is nothing.

With her weight, it's just a drizzle.

"Hmm." Yan Zhan snorted, "It's worth a thousand gold."

How could the most precious treasure in his life not be valuable?

"Then put me down right away. You'll be crushed to death if you carry so much money on your shoulders... Ugh, you can't say such unlucky words during the New Year."

"My waist is bent! My waist is bent!"

Yan Zhan's voice was low but powerful: "I bend down only for you."

"You are really good at coaxing people." Manshu said this, but he felt very happy to hear it in his heart.

Yan Zhan didn’t know how to speak before, but now he can speak sweet words easily.

She finally calmed down for a while, but started humming "Zhu Bajie Being Harassed by His Wife".

"Uncle San, do you think we are like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

Yan Zhan patted her lightly: "Are you my wife?"

Manshu was choked for a moment and stopped talking.

Then it calmed down.

Yan Zhan carried her to a flat section of the road and let her sit on a big rock to rest.

After all, the old man is old, and he is worried about leaving him alone in the mountains.

He squeezed Manshu's hand again: "Are you cold?"

Manshu's hands were still warm. He shook his head and said, "You should go up and have a look. It's not convenient for Grandpa to go down the mountain alone."

Although the old man thought he was still strong, Manshu was also worried.

It’s okay when going up the mountain, but the road is slippery when going down the mountain. If you accidentally get your foot caught in the grass like Manshu did, you can easily fall.

"Ah."

Yan Zhan responded and took off his coat again.

"It's a little hot, hold it."

He was obviously afraid that she would be cold.

Manshu said nothing and just reached out to hug her.

Yan Zhan was indeed sweating, perhaps it was really hot carrying someone down the mountain.

When Yan Zhan went up the mountain, she was alone and bored, swinging her feet on a big rock.

One after another, villagers returned from visiting the graves and greeted Manshu when they saw her.

The children came over and called her sister sweetly, and Manshu stuffed two candies into each of their hands.

Her pocket is like a treasure chest, filled with lots of candies.

These candies are all imported. Some are bought at home, and some are included in the New Year gifts sent by various families.

The country children had never seen these things before. They just thought they were delicious and circled around Manshu, not wanting to leave.

"Let's go, go home, and don't bother your sister Manshu here."

Some adults were too shy to take their children away immediately.

But some people also think that it’s okay for children to like Manshu, so let them play here with her.

Anyway, the back mountain is close to the village, and the children are used to running around, so they are not afraid of getting lost.

Among them was the little boy who offered ten dollars to marry Manshu.

"Sister, why are you sitting here?"

He walked around to Manshu and sat down next to her.

"Because my sister sprained her ankle." Manshu shook her foot.

She also warned the children who were running around: "Be careful. If you sprain your ankle like your sister, it will be very painful."

When she said it hurt, the little boy bent down to look at her feet.

The white ankle turned red and a little swollen.

"I'll blow my sister's breath and it won't hurt anymore."