The general is in charge of the routine again

Back at the camp, it was time for dinner, Yang Jianxin helped Wen Mu off the horse, tightened his clothes tightly and said, "You go back to the tent first, I'll get the food."

Wen Mu let out a "hmm", and took the things she bought back to the tent.

When Yang Jianxin came back with the meal, he saw Wen Mu was clumsily lighting the stove, his hands and face were covered with dust, like a big tabby cat.

He couldn't help laughing, and Wen Mu was also a little confused, but he also laughed along with him.

The two laughed for a while, Yang Jianxin put down his meal, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his face.

Wen Mu looked down and saw that there was some black on the white handkerchief. He immediately became embarrassed, grabbed the handkerchief from his hand, wiped it vigorously and said, "Is there any more?"

Yang Jianxin looked amused, his two white and tender faces were flushed red, looking delicious.

"With so much force, does it hurt?"

Wen Mu shook his head, put down the handkerchief at this moment, his face was a little stinging, staring at the handkerchief in his hand, he felt that it looked familiar, and when he opened it, it looked like he had used it before.

He took out the one he was using now and compared it, it was exactly the same, he frowned and thought carefully, when did he give Yang Jianxin a handkerchief?

He tilted his head and handed the handkerchief to Yang Jianxin and said, "Mine?"

Yang Jianxin put the handkerchief into the washbasin to wash it, dried it on the hanger, and nodded.

"Why don't I know?" Wen Mu asked after chasing after him.

Yang Jianxin took over the job of lighting the stove, lit the fire skillfully, put in the firewood, and it caught fire.

Wen Mu's eyes lit up, and he said, "That's amazing! I did the same thing, why can't I do it?"

Yang Jianxin smiled: "Put some soft firewood, some soft firewood, it's better, basically it will burn a bit, after it burns, put the wood, it needs to be dry, it's not easy to burn when it's wet."

Wen Mu wrote it down seriously: "Then I'll try next time."

Yang Jianxin responded, and after washing their hands, the two sat at the dining table and began to eat.

I don't know if Wen Mu is not used to eating or is sick. He has eaten very little in the past few days. This time, he only took a few mouthfuls before putting down his chopsticks and making a cup of tea for Yang Jianxin.

Yang Jianxin looked at him worriedly, got up and took out the snacks he bought, put them in his arms and said: "If you are not used to the food here, eat some snacks first to fill your belly. I will go to the forest in the afternoon and see if I can Catch some hares."

Wen Mu opened the oiled paper, and there were eight small pastries made of unknown ingredients, pink, like peach blossoms.

He took a bite, his eyes lit up instantly, he stretched out the snack to Yang Jianxin's mouth and said, "Eat it, it's delicious."

Yang Jianxin shook his head: "I don't like to eat, you can eat."

"How do you know you don't like it if you haven't tasted it?" Wen Mu stretched out his hand and touched his lips, "How about a taste? It's really delicious, better than the one in Beijing."

Yang Jianxin paused, opened his mouth and took a bite, put his finger in his lips, and sucked it lightly.Wen Mu's whole body trembled, and the skin visible to the naked eye turned pink.

A pair of eyes are wet, I really want to bully him.

Yang Jianxin can't do this kind of animal behavior now, he let go of Wen Mu's fingers, and smiled: "It's delicious."

Wen Mu blushed even more, avoided his eyes and didn't look at him, turned around and ran into the bed, covering her whole body, muttering: "You bullied me again!"

Yang Jianxin laughed in a low voice, cleaned up the table in a good mood, walked to the bed and said: "I bought you a book, I don't know if you like it or not, let's see it first, and then I will help you when I go back to the town. you bring."

There was a muffled answer from the bed, Yang Jianxin said, "I'm going to find Lan Qi, if you're bored, you can read a book or go find A Duoqi."

"Got it!" Wen Mu said.

Yang Jianxin went out a little amused.

The weather is so cold that even animals rarely come out and usually come out to look for food during warmer times.

The warmest time period is the two time periods of noon and Weishi.

Just after noon, Yang Jianxin brought a bow and arrow to Lan Qi's house to look for him, before he passed, he met Cheng Liqiao who was also carrying a bow and arrow.

Yang Jianxin paused, Cheng Liqiao had already walked in front of him: "What are you going to do?"

"Hunting some game for Wen Mu. I don't eat much these days, and I'm not used to Jianmenguan food." Yang Jianxin looked at Cheng Liqiao for a while. He was wearing a horse suit and brought a bow and arrow. He should also be hunting.

Sure enough, as he thought, Cheng Liqiao twisted his thick sword eyebrows, and said in a somewhat nonchalant way: "The little ancestor is so delicate, he can't eat this or that, he might as well stop eating, and just become a Buddha immediately! Why don't I ask Lao Tzu to hunt game for him, I have never hunted game for myself, and he even instructed Lao Tzu..."

Yang Jianxin: "..."

After getting on the horse, Cheng Liqiao was still angrily scolding A Duoqi, but Yang Jianxin just rode the horse without saying a word.

He was a little annoyed by the buzzing of two flies in his ears, and he didn't dare to speak.

A Duoqi stood behind the tent, looking sadly at the two who had gone away, he was so annoying.

Both eyes were sore and astringent, a stream of heat gushed out, and fell to the ground with a thud, freezing into a drop of ice in an instant.

He walked with his head buried, depressed, and wanted to talk to someone.

Looking up at the entire camp, he finally landed on Wen Mu's tent.He walked over and knocked on the door, and a lazy voice came: "Come in."

A Duoqi pushed the door open and went in, looking at Wen Mu who was sitting by the stove reading a book, his eyes sore and wept.

This frightened Wen Mu, who was a little at a loss: "You, what's wrong with you?"

A Duoqi asked him in plain language: "Do you hate mortals all the time?"

Wen Mu reacted to his words for a while before realizing that A Duoqi was asking him if he was annoying.

Wen Mu is not good at comforting people, and he has never encountered such a thing in the capital. Even if someone cries to him, he is frightened, kneeling on the ground and begging himself to let him go.

He has never encountered such a simple and uncomfortable cry.

He was a little at a loss, looked at him with a frown, opened his mouth, and finally asked, "Why?"

A Duoqi cried even harder, hiccupping: "Qiaoge, he shrinks me, very, very mortal, shy and coquettish."

Wen Mu: "..."

A Duoqi blew his nose, "Wo Nani is so delicate, because of him, I escaped Aba's vigilance by myself, walked for half a month, and fell into a coma from the cold, and died in order to see him, but he shrank Mortal, I'm so sad~ woo woo~"

Wen Mu didn't know what to say, seeing him crying with pear blossoms in the rain gave her a headache.

A Duoqi cried for a while, and fell asleep on the bed.

Wen Mu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and his ears became clear.

Sighing slightly, she thought to herself, people in love are really fragile, one word, one action can make the heart feel like tearing apart.

He covered Hodoki with a quilt, picked up the book and continued reading.