In the next few days, Su Shuilin was struggling to clean up his new house. Lin Siyao lays blue bricks in the yard. This batch of blue bricks was bought from a businessman from out of town. The price is not high, but they do not provide paving. Therefore, Lin Siyao rolled up his sleeves and went into battle, using a hand accustomed to holding swords, holding a knife in the front yard and back yard. Tintin was doing a great job locally.
The fence is already closed. The Nanmu fence, which is as tall as a person, walks around the courtyard of about one mu. The top of the fence is as sharp as thorns, and the bottom is cut straight into the mud. Each fence is palm wide, leaving a two-finger-wide gap between the pieces. Standing in the courtyard, there is still a cool breeze blowing, which does not affect the air circulation in the courtyard at all. Standing outside the wall and looking in, you can only faintly see the scenery in the courtyard, but you can't see exactly what it is. In this way, it is both safe and secure.
Overjoyed, Feng Lao Liu repeatedly praised this method. He also said that the next time he remodeled his yard, he would also learn this method. Lin Siyao paid him one day's wages, and gave him the remaining half of the nanmu as promised. After Feng Laoliu thanked him repeatedly, he picked up the nanmu and ran home to announce the good news to his daughter-in-law.
Seeing Su Shui Lian couldn't stop laughing.
"Did you tell them where the wood came from?" Su Shuilin thought of this question.
Lin Siyao glanced at her, then shook his head. It's not that they are afraid of sharing the resources of Guangmao in Omuro Mountain. But there is a real danger in it. Although there is no white tiger now, who knows if other adult beasts will appear. I told them that it might be profitable in a short time, but what if one day they lost their lives because of it
"Well, I also think it's better not to say it. In case..." Su Shuilin thought of the same worry, "You too, don't go next time." She looked at him worriedly and persuaded softly.
"Yeah." Lin Siyao nodded. No need to go in again.
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It was only when Su Shuilin cleaned up the three main houses and one kitchen that there was hardly a trace of dust, and then stopped.
"Huh!" She exhaled softly, pounding her slightly sore back.
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For five consecutive days, I cleaned and wiped every day, but the next day there was still wood dust, but with the daily cleaning and wiping, the dust became less and less. Until today, when she entered the house, it was already there. Little dust can be seen. It must have been cleaned up. However, I still took the bucket and cloth towel, wiped all the furniture, and finally swept the slate floor again. I can finally rest.
"Ayao, rest for a while." Su Shuilin washed his hands, wiped his face, poured a basin of water, twisted a wet face towel, and handed it to Lin who was laying a green brick path leading to the river pier in the backyard Si Yao.
Lin Siyao stopped what he was doing and got up. His face was indeed stained with sweat. He took the wet towel handed by Su Shuilin, wiped his face, and then pulled Su Shuilin's hand as if he had found something. He stared at him for a while.
"Ayao?" Su Shui was puzzled. You don't seem to have anything on your hands, do you? Just wiping the furniture and sweeping the floor won't hurt. Except rough.
Yes, Lin Siyao frowned unpleasantly when he saw her pair of hands that were originally delicate and tender, but now felt a little rough.
"It's nothing. Haven't you seen Aunt Lao and the others have calluses on their hands!" Su Shuilin was embarrassed by his staring, and wanted to withdraw his hands, but was unexpectedly held tighter by Lin Siyao.
"You are different." Lin Siyao whispered. She is different, she should be cared for, not so laborious now.
"It's no different, A Yao. Besides, I like my current life very much." Su Shuilu saw that he seemed a little remorseful, and instead took his big hand. His hand has become a lot rougher these days.
"Really... like?" Lin Siyao asked herself, letting her toss and turn to admire his hands.
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Su Shuilin nodded, a faint blush appeared on his neck.
Lin Siyao hugged her with a sigh, "You should have a better life, not..."
"I like it now. Ah Yao, before... Although life was very good, it's not as happy as it is now." Su Shuilin buried himself in his chest and said in a sullen voice. In the past, Su Shuilan, ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and the clothing, food, housing and transportation were not exquisite. However, now that I think about it, I have never felt such a simple and fulfilling happiness at that time. Is it because of this man in front of you? He gave him the peace and quiet that no one else could.
At sunset, by the river bank. The herbs are green.
The two hugged each other for a long time without saying a word. But they both knew what the other person wanted.
Holding the hand of the son, grow old together with the son. Sometimes, it's actually quite simple. Sometimes, even if it takes a lifetime, you can't understand it.
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"Aunt Lao, thank you so much." Su Shuilin thanked Aunt Lao for the pair of candlesticks, a gift to congratulate them on moving into their new home in two days.
There is an unwritten rule in this flowery town. The neighbors in the same village should send a pair of candlesticks to the CD for the construction of a new house, and use it to light the sacrifice, which is considered auspicious.
"Where is it? What is a pair of candlesticks? My eldest son can't do the rest. This iron thing is still available." Aunt Lao laughed and joked about her eldest son, and couldn't help but admire Su Shuilin's work. New home furnishings.
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"Aunt Lao, we plan to move in three days. Do you think that is the right date?" Su Shuilin poured a glass of water for Aunt Lao.
"Three days later? Is it the eighth day of the eighth lunar month? It's a good day!" Aunt Lao patted her thigh. The eighth day of the eighth lunar month was really a good day. Suitable for marriage, suitable for relocation.
"Then... My daughter, don't blame Aunt Lao for talking too much. When are you and Young Master Lin going to get married?" Aunt Lao asked in a low voice, swept over to the only big bed in the room with sharp eyes.
Su Shuilin only thought of this when she was reminded. These days, I was busy tidying up the house, or went to the shop to buy soft furniture and other things, and I forgot about it at all. However, Su Shuilin pouted, and Lin Siyao didn't mention it either.
"For me, since you are going to get married, why don't you do it together! After you move in, you can choose a date to get married, you... What, how can one bed be enough for sleep? It doesn't sound good to go out, doesn't it." Aunt Lao shyly said what was in her heart.
She did treat Su Shuilin as her daughter. Although it was more involved, it was initially due to the four cotton face wipes that Su Shuilin gave her. At that time, Su Shuilin, who had already been broken by the Hua family, still insisted on giving the gift prepared in advance to Aunt Lao. Who doesn't like such a generous and polite girl. Since then, Aunt Lao and Su Shuilin have gotten a lot closer.
"Well, I'll go back and discuss with A Yao. I'm afraid... in terms of time, will it be too urgent?" Su Shuilin nodded, expressing his willingness to accept Aunt Lao's proposal, but since the moving time was already agreed upon , things and the like are basically complete, if it is done together with the marriage, will it be insufficient preparation.
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"Have something to tell me?" Lin Siyao put the dry firewood under the stove in the kitchen, washed his hands and came out, seeing Su Shui looking at himself with hesitant words. Sitting beside her, he took her hand and kneaded a few acupoints for activating blood and relaxing meridians, and asked her softly.
"Ayao..." Su Shui puffed up and lowered his head: "We... we..."
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"Our marriage?" Seeing her blushing cheeks, Lin Siyao asked speculatively.
"Huh? How do you know? Did you hear what Aunt Lao said?" Su Shuilin raised his head in surprise.
Lin Siyao shook his head, and with a smile he helped her brush the hair that fell to her ears, and hooked it behind her ears.
"You, what are your plans?" Su Shuilin lowered her shoulders.
"We're going to get married on the day we move." Lin Siyao continued to help her pinching the acupuncture points with his head down.
"Then how did you..." He didn't mention it. Su Shuilu swallowed the last half of the sentence, because Lin Siyao raised his head and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Shui Lan..." He whispered her name with a sigh. "The two of us... I'm an orphan, and you... I'm afraid of your future..."
"Ayao." Su Shuilu hurriedly refuted his guess: "You... Didn't I express it clearly enough before?" She almost growled angrily. "Or, if you think I will be a burden to you, then I... uu... "
Lin Siyao leaned over and used his lips to resist Su Shui's words that hurt others and himself. This stupid woman always misunderstands her meaning. Could it be that his usual actions were not expressed clearly enough
Lin Siyao lightly pecked Su Shuilin's lips, and when she was unprepared, he instinctively pushed the tip of his tongue into her mouth, intertwining and playing with her. She didn't leave her mouth until she couldn't hold her breath, lingering on her delicate lips and refusing to leave.
"You are mine, Shui Lin." With a soft sigh, Lin Siyao whispered softly in her ear.
Su Shuilu blushed and leaned against his chest panting softly, he, he kissed himself like this. Shouldn't this be something that can only be done privately between husband and wife
"Three days later, we will get married. Do you still have any questions?" Lin Siyao stroked her tender cheeks and confirmed with a smile again.