Chongxi little husband

Dialect's character is the kind that once he concentrates on something, he will forget to eat and sleep, so when he tried the first silkworm cocoon in his hand relatively successfully, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he found that the sky had already dimmed, and he was shocked.

The house was quite quiet, except for a hen raised outside which occasionally crowed a few times. Xiaojin didn't know where she was, and she didn't see her at a glance.

Fang Yan hurriedly got up and planned to fetch water and wash the pot for cooking. It just so happened that the door outside rang, and then there was some movement.

"Why don't you turn on the lights when it's so dark?"

It happened that someone came in from the outside, and the words arrived before the person approached.

The familiar voice came to his ears, and dialect felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, and immediately went up to greet him and said excitedly, "You're back."

Zhang Ji was surprised, but couldn't help showing a smile: "Well, what's so happy about it?"

When dialect heard it, he immediately remembered the results of his busy day, so he stretched out his hand and took the other's hand to the firepit, motioning him to look at the water basin, his voice could not hide his excitement: "Look."

Zhang Ji didn't look at the water basin as he indicated at the first moment, but his eyes stayed for a moment from the hands they held together, and then moved to Fang Yan's face with a smile on his face, until Fang Yan couldn't help it because he didn't know what to do. When he got a response and looked over in doubt, he suddenly came back to his senses. He couldn't help coughing and then looked at the water basin that he had ignored.

But when he looked at the things on the wooden board above the water basin by the light of the fire, he couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, and subconsciously looked at the dialect again, seeing him smiling like this, his eyes shining brightly against the light of the fire, flashing like lightning. Suddenly, he thought of some kind of possibility, and suddenly his eyes opened wider.

Surprised and delighted, he asked: "Is this...could it be--success?"

"Hmm~!" Fang Yan still smiled, but the light in his eyes became brighter.

"Is this silk?" After a pause, Zhang Ji bent down to pick up a small cotton bag, as if muttering to himself.

"Not yet." Dialect said with some embarrassment, "I still need to process it a little bit more, and then make it into silk. I still have to try bit by bit, but I may not be able to succeed..."

"No!" Zhang Ji interrupted him suddenly, with a rare serious tone, he suddenly grabbed Fang Yan's hand, stared into his eyes and said firmly, "Yan'er, I believe in you, You will succeed! I believe in you!"

"..." The dialect was a little stunned by him like this, and for a moment he forgot that his hand was held in the palm of the other party. He was a little moved and strange, and couldn't tell what it meant. Face to face with the pair of shiny black eyes at the moment.

"Thank, thank you. I, I will try my best."

The unburned firewood in the firepit is still burning tenaciously because it is too dry, causing the orange-red light around the firepit to shine on the face of the person with a layer of blush.

Zhang Ji was a little dazed suddenly. Looking at Fang Yan's reddish side face, and noticing a little shadow cast by his unconsciously trembling eyelashes, he realized that his eyelashes were quite long, and only slightly drooping down covered the clear water below. His eyes... for some reason, the slightly trembling frequency seemed to be conveyed directly from the clasped hands to the bottom of his heart, causing a slight itching and throbbing there.

Want to scratch, but there is no way to stop the feeling.

In the light of the fire, I felt that this person was really thin and thin, my heart moved slightly, and I couldn't help opening my hands to wrap around that thin body.

It really looks the same as it looks!But it's very comfortable to hold Nuannuan, it seems that I still need to feed more meat...

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt some struggle in his arms, and instinctively added a little strength to prevent the other party from breaking free.

"It's better to eat less, and more meat~"

"...Sorry, I wasted your family's food."

"..."

Originally, Dialect was stunned because of being hugged suddenly, and a strange feeling arose in his heart because of this embrace, but he didn't expect such a sentence to come out of his ear suddenly, what was complicated, what was shy, and what was strange was all there It disappeared without a trace, leaving only shame and annoyance, so I couldn't help but stabbed aloud.

"Can you let go?" There was a sulking air for no reason, the dialect voice was a little cold, and then he struggled harder.

The strength of the struggle in his arms finally brought Zhang Ji to his senses. He lowered his head subconsciously, and couldn't help being startled by Fang Yan's eyes with small flames, but his hands relaxed subconsciously.

Dialect took a big step back and opened up a little distance, without any fluctuation, he said "I'll cook" and turned around to leave, continuing what he hadn't finished before the other party entered the door.

Looking at his back, Zhang Ji silently went to the cupboard to get the oil lamp and lit it. Immediately, the light in the room became much brighter.

Putting the oil lamp on the table, Zhang Ji turned around and looked at the dialect who was silently washing the pot by the water tank. At first, he felt annoyed, but then he smiled strangely again for some reason.

"I almost forgot. When I came over just now, my aunt said that we should go to their house to eat tonight, so you don't have to burn it."

Hearing the words, the dialect paused, and then continued after two seconds. Zhang Ji was about to speak again when he heard his whisper from over there.

"Then you go there first, I washed the pot and you don't need to wash it when you get up tomorrow."

The smile on the corner of Zhang Ji's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Well, okay, I'll wait for you."

"……Um."

***

At the dinner table, while eating, Xiaobao pestered his father to tell him about the trip to town today, even Xiaojin listened with all his ears, and didn't take the meal so seriously.

Zhang Xiulian saw that neither the elder nor the younger was serious about eating, and she wanted to reprimand her son, but she couldn't bear to disturb her son's interest, so she had to secretly wink to the younger uncle, telling him that it was enough.

The uncle who had no choice but to spoil his son was stunned and didn't see it, and he was still talking about it with great interest, so he almost danced and danced to deepen the interpretation of the story, which made her want to vomit blood, and finally ate her own, as the third father It doesn't exist, it's out of sight.

Dialect was a little silent, except for occasionally picking up the plate of green vegetables in front of him, the others were almost untouched. Zhang Ji, who was sitting next to him, kept picking up the vegetables for him. He didn't know if he was absent-minded or what. That's right, it's just that he didn't look at him the whole night.

Because she was used to taking care of her son at the dinner table, Zhang Xiulian quickly discovered the clues on their side. After she stopped caring about the third master and her husband, she couldn't help but start to care about the little husband here again.

"What's the matter?" When Zhang Jixiang pretended to help Dialect again and was cut off by her, she leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Jichong smiled soothingly at her and shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I'm too tired to take care of the silkworm cocoons today."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiulian nodded sympathetically, "Indeed, I almost stayed at home today and never came out. Your grandma and I were always worried, but in the past we were afraid of disturbing him... After the step-child, you have to pay attention and advise Take care, don't let him be so tired again."

"Understood, auntie."

Zhang Xiulian gave him a reproachful glance, put the bowl into the dialect's hands herself, and said lovingly: "Yan'er, eat well first, don't think about anything else, and wait until the morning dawns to talk about it. Look at you, your eye sockets are all down." Come on, come on, eat more, or you won’t have enough energy.”

Fang Yan was taken aback, looked at the rice bowl stuffed in his hand and listened to her words, he didn't understand what was going on for a while, so he couldn't help looking at Zhang Ji subconsciously.

Looking at those smiling eyes, I suddenly remembered that I was still in a 'cold war' with the other party, so I immediately moved away, looked at Zhang Xiulian, and replied obediently: "Thank you, auntie, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Zhang Xiulian smiled gratifiedly, "That's good." After a pause, she still couldn't help saying: "If there is anything my aunt can help with, just mention it, don't tire yourself out."

Facing the concerned face, Fang Yan's heart warmed slightly, and he nodded gratefully in agreement.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "It's almost finished, and I might have to ask my aunt to help you reel the silk."

When Zhang Xiulian heard it, she immediately opened her eyes just like Zhang Jichu did, and then she was full of surprises, and asked several times in disbelief.

"That, that, that... it really happened?"

Dialect nodded again, with a little embarrassment on his face.

"Really?" She still couldn't believe it.

Zhang Ji looked at the dialect for a long time, smiled and picked a piece of meat for him, then looked at the aunt who was still in shock, and said, "Of course it is true, aunt, but there are still some things to deal with. Once you figure it out, you will be busy."

Hearing Zhang Ji's affirmative words, Zhang Xiulian was only happy at the moment, and immediately waved her hands and said with a smile on her face, "What's the matter! As long as silk is really made and can be woven into silk, even my exhausted aunt is willing!"

"Yes! That's right!" The uncle who heard the movement over there suddenly interrupted, his voice was so loud that it overshadowed everything, and the smile on his face was as bright as the aunt's.

"From now on, you only need to take care of that experiment...my uncle will do all the other work for you!"

"How can this be..."

"Uncle says it's ok!"

"But……"

"Yan'er, it's because my uncle and aunt love you so much, let's just keep it well and honor them after the production is successful and sold for money."

Seeing that his uncle and aunt were already showing signs of anger, Zhang Ji hurriedly approached him and whispered in dialect.

Dialect retreated to the side like an electric shock, endured the heat in his ears, and nodded.

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