"Woooooo..." Ah Yin buried his face in his arms and cried with twitching shoulders, "I don't dare anymore... I don't dare anymore... I don't even dare to kill me anymore..."
"Then do you dare to teach A-Yan to talk nonsense?" Zhao Linchuan raised his hand and asked again.
"I don't dare anymore... I really don't dare anymore..." Ah Yin answered very seriously this time.
She turned her face sideways, revealing an eye that was red from crying, "I will never dare to talk nonsense in front of A-Yan again."
"Don't dare to say a word or a word nonsense."
"If I do it again, you'll beat my ass to pieces."
"I don't dare to measure you." Zhao Linchuan snorted, stretched out one hand to hold Ah Yin's waist, and held her arm with the other hand to help her stand up from her legs.
Ah Yin The first thing he did after he stood up straight was to rub his buttocks. He covered his back with both hands. Although tears were still hanging on his face, the corners of his mouth were secretly curled up to both sides. It seemed that he knew that he had passed this test.
Although her butt hurt terribly, it didn't really do anything to her.
"If you dare to talk nonsense in front of A-Yan again," Zhao Linchuan leaned on the back of the chair, folded his arms, looked straight into her eyes, and said word by word, "I won't allow you to see her again!"
"Ah?!" Ah Yin's hand rubbing his butt suddenly stopped, and tears fell down, unable to stop them.
This time I wasn't acting, I was really anxious.
The corners of her mouth turned down, her lips trembled several times, and then she cried "Wow".
"Don't let me see A-Yan?"
This move was more severe than the ten blows of the feather duster just now put together.
"Husband, I don't dare anymore, I really don't dare anymore! You can hit me or scold me no matter what, but you must never stop me from seeing A-Yan!"
"Please, please..." Ah Yin rushed to Zhao Linchuan, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and looked up at him, "I regard A-Yan as my own daughter!"
"I... I really just kept my mouth shut today and said a few nonsense. I didn't have any bad intentions... can you please stop talking to me?"
"Husband, please..." She cried so hard that she was out of breath, and her whole body was shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind.
In those usually quirky eyes, there was only pure panic and pleading at this moment.
Zhao Linchuan Seeing her like this, most of the anger in his heart had already disappeared, but his face was still tense.
He turned sideways, preventing himself from looking at her.
Zhao Linchuan is worried that if he continues to watch it, he will laugh out loud.
"Go and cook for me." He raised his chin towards the backyard, his voice became calmer, and he did not hurt her anymore, "As long as you are satisfied with my service, I will pretend that what happened today never happened."
"I'll go right away! I'll go right away!"
Ah Yin's eyes lit up instantly, and she wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves. Her voice was still hoarse, but her tone came to life, and she agreed quickly:
"I'll cook all the dishes I'm good at! If you're not satisfied with any of the dishes I cook, I'll give it to you if you beat me again!"
After saying that, she turned around and ran back. As she ran, she turned back and added, "Husband, I called sisters Zi Nu and the others to come over and accompany you. Please wait for a while, they will be ready soon!"
Zhao Linchuan leaned on the Taishi chair, looking at Ah Yin's panicked back. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore, turned his head, held his forehead with one hand, and laughed muffledly.
He shook his head and whispered to himself, "This living treasure."
I have to say, A-Yan is really lovable.
How lovable is it?
She is so lovable that Ah Yin, Zi Nu, and Nong Yu all treat A-Yan as their own daughters.
Even the "mute bride" Shao Siming was made to laugh by A-Yan.
In today's family, A-Yan's words, except for her own mother Jing Ni, are easier to say than him, the head of the family, especially Nong Yu.
Nong Yu almost obeys A-Yan's words. Those who don't know better think that Nong Yu is A-Yan's personal maid.
After a moment, ripples like water waves appeared in the void.
After receiving the notification, Zi Nu and Nong Yu walked out of the ripples.
Nong Yu As soon as he landed, his gentle eyes swept around the hall.
Not finding that little figure, there was an undisguised disappointment on her face.
But she quickly withdrew her gaze, and stepped forward with joyful steps. She opened her arms and hugged Zhao Linchuan's waist from the side. She raised her head and asked expectantly:
"My lord husband! Have you brought A-Yan?"
Zhao Linchuan looked down at her, couldn't help but smile, and raised his hand to gently scratch the tip of her nose:
"Didn't you just separate at noon? How long has it been? How long have you missed her so soon?"
"I taught her a new song today, called <Clear Heart Melody>." Nong Yu said without hesitation, "This song is a bit difficult. There are a few fingering changes. I want to see how she learned it and whether she practiced well..."
There was a deep concern in her tone, like a mother who had left her child in the care of someone else for a long time, restlessly wondering whether the child had eaten enough and whether it had caught cold.
"You two take your time and chat." Zi Nu watched the scene from the side and shook his head in laughter, "I'm going to help Ah Yin cook."
Zi Nu's figure disappeared behind the curtain leading to the back hall, and the lobby became quiet. Only Zhao Linchuan and Nong Yu were left.
Nong Yu took half a step away from Zhao Linchuan, folded his hands in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled sweetly.
She took Zhao Linchuan's wrist, led him to sit on the Taishi chair, and said softly:
"My lord husband, sister Zi Nu went to help sister Ah Yin cook."
"I'm the only one here to accompany you. Let me play you a piece of music to relax you, okay...?"
The years are long, time is like water, and the seasons are passing by, and it is another year of cold and heat.
This summer, Blue Stone Village.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky like a wheel of fire, scorching the earth until it was cracked.
The sky was so blue that even the clouds were evaporated, leaving only a dazzling day, pouring scorching light tirelessly into the world.
"Oh God! Please send down some nectar!"
Beside a wheat field outside the village, a gray-haired old man's knees weakened and he knelt down on the cracked loess with a thud.
Beside him, a skinny boy about five or six years old also knelt down.
Looking around, this once golden wheat field is now devastated.
The wheat stalks were dry and yellow, lying sparsely on the cracked earth, and the ears were as shriveled as empty sacks, not even a decent grain of wheat could be squeezed out.
From last spring to now, for more than a year, not a drop of rain has fallen.
The sky seemed to be covered by a big invisible hand, and even a muffled thunder was too stingy to give charity.
Slightly wealthier families can still make ends meet by tightening their belts, but for these farmers who are digging in the fields, how is this a drought?
This is obviously a life-threatening impermanence!