Through the cultivation of tang pear leaves rouge color

People in the countryside went to bed early at night. Song Li lay on the bed and could see through the window that it was completely dark outside. He could only faintly hear the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.This is the pure serenity from nature that Song Li has never experienced in the city for 24 years.

At this time, there were no more human voices, not even the barking of dogs, the crowing of chickens, and the crowing of ducks.

Come to think of it, everyone is already asleep!

The village fell into complete silence.

Song Li drank the medicine, but couldn't hold his eyelids and wanted to fall asleep.

And Dong Wu also half-supported Song Li to let him sleep in the bed, and covered him with the quilt, but Song Li still kept his eyelids open and didn't want to fall asleep, because he thought that Dong Wu would come to bed with him later In one bed, he was very uncomfortable.

No one would be comfortable sharing a bed with someone they've known for less than a day.

But Dong Wu thought that Song Li was going to sleep, so he took out the bamboo basket and put it in the outside room, and went out with the oil lamp.

As the room darkened, Song Li opened his eyes and looked at the door.

Dong Wu probably was afraid of disturbing his sleep, so he washed his face and feet in the outside room before entering the bedroom with an oil lamp, then turned off the lamp, and groped into bed in the dark.

Song Li could even feel Dong Wu's breath at this moment, as well as his own smell, which seemed to be the smell of bamboo leaves, with a soft feeling.

Dong Wu lay down on the bed, and Song Li quickly moved his body inward again. The two were covered with different quilts, and there was no physical contact between them, but Song Li still felt nervous.

Dong Wu's voice was a little vague, he said, "Sleep! You have to trust me."

Song Li didn't tell himself that if he believed in him, he would be able to believe in him, so he still couldn't sleep with his eyelids stretched.

After a while, Song Li felt that Dong Wu's breathing had become even. He thought he must have fallen asleep, and then he relaxed and was about to get out of bed to deal with his needs. He just got up to pass Dong Wu, Dong Wu woke up. He propped himself up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Li felt a little bored. Could it be that this person was not asleep? Was he guarding himself for fear that he would run away?

Song Li said angrily, "I'll relieve myself."

Dong Wu didn't say anything more, he helped Song Li's body so that he could get out of bed steadily, and seeing that Song Li stood still, he asked, "Do you want to light the lamp?"

Song Li answered him sullenly, "No need."

Dong Wu then asked again, "Then can you touch the chamber pot?"

Song Li became even more bored, and said, "I can do it myself."

After the first time, he was very proficient in the operation the second time, but Song Li found that he couldn't use this old antique by himself.

At this time, there was already a little moonlight outside, and the room was not so dark. Dong Wu found that Song Li was standing there without moving. After looking at it, he finally knew the reason, so he smiled secretly in his heart, and got up to carry the chamber pot for him. with.

Song Li said "thank you" sullenly, and finally solved the domestic demand.

Why does this always happen.

Song Li washed his hands in embarrassment, and felt depressed when he climbed into bed.

And in the process of climbing into the bed, he accidentally tripped over Dong Wu, so he fell on top of him, with his hands propped up on his chest, and his nose hit his chin, making his nose sore for a while, Fortunately, the wound on the forehead did not hit.

It was almost Dong Wu who supported him and half hugged him and put him into the bed. Song Li suffered from internal injuries, so he quickly took the quilt and rolled himself up, facing inward without making a sound.

At this time, Dong Wu was also so suppressed that he was about to suffer internal injuries.

Song Li's blushing appearance was really endearing, and when he fell on him just now, he looked even more soft and boneless, with a faint smell of medicine on his body, as well as the fragrance of a young man's body.

This person is the justifiable wife he married, but at this moment, he can't eat it.

Song Li was wrapped in the quilt. Although he was nervous, but maybe the medicine was too effective, he finally couldn't support himself and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Dong Wu by his side was no longer there.

It was still very early at this time, the sky outside was only numbly bright, and the furniture in the bedroom could only be seen as outlines, but the village seemed to have come alive.

You can hear chickens crowing outside, dogs barking, and other people's homes calling for people.

As for their house, voices were heard from the yard outside, as if someone had come to ask Dong Wu for something.

Song Li lay on the bed without moving. After a while, Dong Wu came into the house, and then he was supposed to go into the kitchen, when there was the sound of burning firewood.

Song Li closed his eyes and embraced the quilt quietly listening to these sounds, and then fell asleep again.

He seemed to have never had such a good sleep, in such a peaceful environment, with such fresh air, and even the smell of the new quilt on the bed was so good.

For him, this is already a new day and the beginning of his new life.

Song Li woke up again and it was already bright outside. Through the bed curtain that was lowered, he saw the morning sun cast on the window, printing the carved grid of the window on the ground, and he even saw a "囍" left on it. The outline of the word.

Song Li hugged the quilt and moved his body, then stared at the word "囍" in a daze.

His forehead was probably because he rubbed it with the quilt last night, and it was a little painful at this moment. He lay down for a while and found that there was no sound in the room. He sat up hugging the quilt, and called "Dong Wu."

Maybe Dong Wu was not at home, maybe his voice was too low, although he called for someone, but no one answered him.

This kind of silence made Song Li a little uneasy, coupled with his headache, he really didn't know what to do for a while, whether to get out of bed, or call Dong Wu again loudly.

Listening to Song Li's own voice, it was still a very young boy's voice, and would even be mistaken for a female voice. It is estimated that the voice change period has not yet come, and the hands and feet of this body are the kind that have not grown. He even doubted himself. Are you only thirteen or fourteen now?

If this is the case, then in modern times, he can really be called a child. After all, he was still in the sixth grade of elementary school at this age in his previous life, but now, this body has actually married a big man.

Song Li was embarrassed again when he thought about this question.

When he was about to get out of bed to fend for himself, he heard a small creaking sound, which should be the sound of the outside courtyard door being opened, and then the sound of something being put down, followed by the sound of the door opening, Song The joy in Li's heart at that moment was so obvious, he shouted, "Dong Wu, is that you?"

Dong Wu walked into the bedroom and said, "My lady, are you awake?"

Song Li asked embarrassingly, "I told you my name is Song Li."

Dong Wu smiled embarrassedly, and said, "You're awake, then I'll bring you breakfast! I went to Doctor Chen to get the medicine, and I'll change your wound medicine later."

Song Li didn't want to tell Dong Wu about the pain in his forehead, but, if he didn't say it at this time, it would be more troublesome if there were sequelae in the future, so he said, "Dong Wu, I guessed it last night. The wound on the forehead has been scratched, and it is hurting now, do you think there is any problem?"

Dong Wu hung up the bed curtain with the bed curtain, Song Li hugged the quilt and sat on the head of the bed, with gauze wrapped on his forehead, but his slightly frowning way of enduring the pain was so endearing, Dong Wu couldn't help being full of male blood It turned into soft fingers, and his voice softened more than a little. He brushed Song Li's hair away well, then looked at the wound, and said, "There is no bleeding, let me ask Dr. Chen to show you!"

Song Li felt that it was too troublesome to call the doctor, so he said, "Forget it, you don't want to change my wound medicine, then just show me."

What Song Li was worried about was getting an infection, which would be very troublesome, but he didn't think he had a fever, so the possibility of getting an infection was probably not high.

Dong Wu then said, "Let me show you first, if it doesn't work, I have to call Dr. Chen."

Dong Wu didn't let Song Li get out of bed either, and went to fetch the washing water and handkerchief to wash Song Li's face. Afraid that Song Li would touch the wound again, it was him who washed his face, Song Li raised his head , that face was not as big as one of Dong Wu's palms. Dong Wu supported the back of his head with one hand, and carefully wiped his face with a handkerchief in the other hand. His cheeks became red, he closed his eyes and blinked his eyelashes vigorously, Dong Wu wiped his face for a long time with the handkerchief in Dong Wu's hand, and stared at him so earnestly until Song Li's head was tilted up. Painful, and asked, "Is it still okay? My face is so smudged."

Dong Wu reacted, took off the handkerchief, washed in the water again, and wiped Song Li's hands.

Dong Wu looked at him and thought to himself, he will definitely treat him well in the future, so that he will not be tired and will always be so beautiful.

Song Li's breakfast is a bowl of fine noodles, with a few green leaves and a fried duck egg. It's in a medium bowl. The thin white noodles are in the bowl. The green leaves on top are very tender, and the fried egg is in the middle. , orange-yellow egg yolk, tender white protein, and some chopped green onions sprinkled on top, there is no oil in it, and there is no soy sauce and vinegar, but it is very fragrant.

Dong Wu brought the table to Song Li's bedside and asked him to lean on the table to eat, and said, "Don't get burned, is the taste enough? If not, I'll cut some sauerkraut for you. The doctor said that the wound on your forehead should be burnt." Avoid vinegar and soy sauce."

Song Li felt that the noodles were already delicious, nodded and said, "There is no need for anything else, this is already very good." Then he asked Dong Wu, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

Dong Wu went out to do housework, and said, "I've already had breakfast."

In the south, in the countryside, thin noodles are a luxury. If guests come home and cook a bowl of thin noodles with fried eggs, it is a very good treat.

After Song Li finished his meal, Dong Wu came into the bedroom with something to change his dressing.

He supported Song Li to sit in front of the dressing table. In Song Li's eyes, this dressing table was a relatively small table with drawers, except that there was a bronze mirror on it.

This was Song Li's first time seeing his own face. He had never felt much about looks, so he never had the idea of ​​taking a good look at himself. Seeing his new self in the mirror at this moment, he couldn't help being a little dazed.

Don’t think that the ancient bronze mirrors can’t see things clearly. The polished and smooth bronze mirrors reflect objects very clearly. Moreover, bronze mirrors are also a high-end product. Song Li saw that the person in the mirror was still a child, and his face seemed to be still. It can be seen that there is a little baby fat, and it is really impossible to tell whether it is a boy or a girl from this appearance.

Song Li felt that it was a bigger blow than when he thought of his age in the morning. No wonder his voice hasn't changed yet. It is estimated that thirteen or fourteen years old are old, only eleven or twelve years old.

He also really admired Dong Wu, unexpectedly such a young child married into the family, and wanted to consummate the house with him.

Song Li's complexion was not good, and Dong Wu, who had removed the gauze from his forehead, found out, and asked concerned, "Does it hurt?"

Song Li didn't answer.The wound on his forehead did not look large and had scabbed over.I think the owner of this body didn't have much strength when he hit the wall, so the wound wasn't too big.

Dong Wu took out the comb and grate from the drawer of the dressing table, and untied Song Li's hair for him to comb.

Song Li has good hair, black, long and straight, presumably because he has never suffered at home before, and his hair is well maintained.

Dong Wu didn't know how to do complicated hairstyles, he only had two braids for Song Li before, but now he still combed and braided two braids for him.

Song Li didn't know how to comb his hair, so naturally he let Dong Wu comb his hair.

At this moment, Song Li couldn't have any other fantasies about Dong Wu combing his hair. He acted as if he was in a barber shop and someone else was doing his hair.

But Dong Wu felt sweet in his heart, thinking that this kind of feeling was very good.

After finishing his hair, Dong Wu put medicine on Song Li's forehead again, then continued to wrap him with gauze, and asked, "Is it okay, does it hurt too much?"

There was still some pain on the forehead, but it was lighter than before. Song Li shook his head and said it was okay, and was helped to sit on the bed again tiredly.

After Dong Wu took care of Song Li, he told him that he was going out to the fields, and Granny Li would come to the house to help clean up and make lunch later, and asked Song Li to call her if he had anything to do.