tired spring return

Yichuan Tobacco is full of wind and wind in the city.

Because something was hidden in my heart, it was as if a string was taut, and even my dreams were made intermittently and unsteadily.Feng Chun, who wandered between sleeping and waking for a long time, was completely awake when the rooster crowed for the first time.

Seeing that Pei Minzhi was really hangover as he expected, Feng Chun cautiously got out of his arms.In the dark, he tied up his soft black hair with a hairpin, changed clothes indiscriminately, and went straight to the backyard of the inn.

Not surprisingly, none of the sisters in Huanyi had arrived yet, and there was silence all around. Feng Chun deservedly became the first one to start work in the entire inn.He was so happy that he dug a lot of well water in a row until he helped everyone fill up several huge wooden barrels before he started working.Although it was still early, it couldn't stop him from scrubbing hard against the clock.

With the rising sun, all kinds of clothes fluttered on the clothesline in the backyard. The colorful soft fabrics moved slowly with the wind, and the colorful clouds reflected Feng Chun's vivid eyebrows and eyes.

This picturesque and beautiful scene amazed the elder sisters who came one after another.For a moment, the beautiful words of admiration and emotion filled the entire small courtyard.

After Feng Chun's unremitting efforts, a group of people quit work early.

After Feng Chun bid farewell to the elder sisters one by one, he rushed to the second stop of the plan without stopping: the back kitchen of the inn.

The time spent in the inn became longer and longer, and the people who often came in and out of the inn gradually became acquainted with Pei Minzhi and Feng Chun.

Because of his calm and well-behaved personality, likable appearance, and extraordinarily hardworking and capable person, Feng Chun is very attractive.Everyone gradually regarded him as their own younger brother, and his inability to speak made people feel a little more pity for him.

Feng Chun was no longer as afraid of people as before, and even plucked up the courage to ask the inn chef to teach him how to make moon cakes.

The next day will be the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, and the cook is about to prepare the pastries for the festival at the inn today.He didn't mind making it easier for the poor little boy, so he readily invited Feng Chun to come to the kitchen to observe and study with him early in the morning.

Feng Chun learned it very seriously, and soon started to do it by himself, trying to figure out how to make cakes for a few months.The cook didn't expect him to learn so quickly, and he was obviously a very clever boy.Seeing that the moon cakes in his hand were as exquisite and exquisite as the person in front of him, he couldn't help but praise Feng Chun for his aura.

Feng Chun thanked again and again, and offered to help the cook bake a lot.Before leaving, the cook desperately wrapped a few mooncakes with various fillings for him, but Feng Chun couldn't shirk it, and returned with a full load of smiles.

After a busy morning, Feng Chun couldn't help feeling as if he was in another world when he stood in front of the guest room again.It seems that I have been up and down in the secular world for a long time, but here, where his son is, is still peaceful.

Stepping into the door, he saw that Pei Minzhi looked unwell and was hurriedly changing clothes and washing.Seeing him come in, the tone of his mouth is no longer the warmth and grace of last night when he was drunk, and even tinged with blame:

"Xiao Chun'er, why didn't you call me when you woke up? You'll have to be late for laundry and accountant work this time."

Seeing that Pei Minzhi was in a hurry, Feng Chun immediately panicked.

"Don't worry, my lord. I've already made an agreement with the shopkeeper for you. It doesn't matter if you go a little later today."

Feng Chun raised his arms high and gestured towards him, only to realize that his arms hidden in the wide sleeves were shaking all the time, sore from scrubbing and kneading too hard just now.

"Nonsense! How can a man who works for others not keep his word? How did you tell him?"

"Let's just say that you are not feeling well, and I will go a little later, and the shopkeeper readily agreed..."

"How can people not agree to what you say? But this happens too many times, who will ask me for help?"

Pei Minzhi was in a hurry to tidy herself up, but at the same time she had to devote all her attention to understanding Xiaochun's meaning. She stumbled and stumbled with her injured leg, but became more and more busy and chaotic.

Feeling overwhelmed by failure, Pei Minzhi sighed deeply, and sat down on the chair slumped.

Feng Chun didn't expect Pei Minzhi to lose his temper with him because of such a trivial matter, and he felt very wronged.He lowered his head sadly, opened his mouth silently,

"Young master, it's just today, just this time."

Pei Minzhi didn't see his lips clearly, he was controlled by inexplicable irritability and had no time to care about other things, and continued to vent his emotions in a feverish manner.

"The most taboo thing when doing things for others is to follow your own temper. Tired, sick, involuntary... You have good reasons for being self-righteous, but in the eyes of others, they are all just random excuses.

Don't expect anyone to understand your difficulties, let alone beg for mercy and accommodation from others casually...

do you know?I, Pei Minzhi, don't care about anything, but I don't want to owe this kind of favor for nothing!

Xiao Chun'er, I thought, at least you understood me.But you..."

Feng Chun bit his lips and stood there, using all his strength to fight against the surging grievance and helplessness, in order to maintain his appearance of decency.

"Ahem, son, what are you talking about?"

Xie Bo on the bed couldn't stand listening anymore, and sat up with great effort.

"Xiaochun, who has thought so hard about you, who doesn't know? How can you bear to say that about him? If you hurt others like this again, I will be the first to spare you, old slave! Cough cough cough cough..."

Feng Chun thought he could hold back, but after listening to Xie Bo's words, a layer of moisture quickly appeared in his eyes.

"I'll get Shepherd some hot water."

He found an excuse at random, and rushed out the door hastily.

Pei Minzhi was startled by her harsh tone, and the words she said were extremely hurtful.The nameless fire raging in his heart was instantly extinguished by regret and guilt, leaving a cold and desolate place.

"Silly boy, Xie Bo knows that your job is not easy to come by now, and he knows how much you take these things seriously. But you have been so tense and tired, and we feel uncomfortable. Xie Bo does not Know how to speak, but the old slave also knows that the burden on the body is too heavy, so you have to let go and rest, so that you can walk steadily and go long!"

Pei Minzhi wiped his face vigorously with both hands, limped to the side of the bed, and helped Xie Bo to lie down again.

Xie Bo patted the back of his hand and said earnestly:

"Since you're so worried, why don't you dare go out and have a look?"

Feng Chunping recovered his mood and came back with a glass of warm water. From a distance, he saw Pei Minzhi standing in front of the room waiting for him.

There was no expression on his face, and he still looked a little gloomy.

As they got closer, Feng Chun suddenly felt a little nervous, and his pace became slower and slower.

Pei Minzhi raised her eyes and watched him approaching her little by little calmly.

Finally, he reached out his hand and gently pulled Feng Chun closer to his chest.

Only then did Feng Chun see clearly the apology in his eyes, and he was so shocked that he almost knocked over the water.

"Are you sad? Xiao Chun'er?"

Pei Minzhi tapped Feng Chun's slightly pursed lips.

Feng Chun shook his head.

Pei Minzhi's fingers continued to swipe upwards over his soft cheeks, stopped by his ears, and gently smoothed out the messy hair hanging by his ears.

He wanted to give him hugs and kisses in return, but they were separated by a swaying glass of water, a hard wooden tray, and the probing gazes from the entire inn.

"sorry."

In the end he just ruffled the top of his hair.

The author says:

It's all right, it's inevitable that there will be bumps in the relationship