Chapter 984

Zhou Han said with a smile: "Niang, don't talk about it. You see Ling Xue is embarrassed."

A shocked Xia Xiaoran looks at Zhou Han's innocent face and thinks that you are very smart at this time.

Zhang Meng suddenly realized, clapped his hands and said: "look at me, I'm an old fool. Other girls don't say this kind of thing directly. All right, you go quickly. Be careful on the way. "

"Ah." Zhou Han answered happily and walked ahead with a lantern. Xia Xiaoran and Zhang Meng simply told each other not to follow up. If you stay in this place for a while, you may get all the dowry.

Although Huang Lingxue and Zhou Han are neighbors, they are a short distance. Xia Xiaoran looks at the tall figure with a lantern in front of him. He is glad that Zhou Han accompanies him along the way. Otherwise, Xia Xiaoran will fall down if he doesn't meet any wild animals.

Xia Xiaoran followed leisurely behind, and didn't talk to Zhou Han. Zhou Han was honest, with long legs walking leisurely in front, and didn't speak.

After walking for a while, Xia Xiaoran is surprised. Zhou Han can see Huang Lingxue's intention. It's just like root wood. If Xia Xiaoran doesn't speak, he doesn't speak.

Young man, you can't catch up with your girlfriend like this. Xia Xiaoran's mouth started to smile unkindly. Just as he wanted to tease the big fool, he saw the big long leg suddenly stop, "here it is."

"Ah, here it is?" Xia Xiaoran followed Zhou Han all the way and didn't see the way. Of course, she couldn't see anything in the dark.

Zhou Han took up the lantern and looked ahead. Sure enough, there was a small adobe house.

Xia Xiaoran stood in front of the house and said goodbye to Zhou Han, "do you want to come in?"

Zhou Han blushed and quickly said, "no, you'd better have a rest. You're probably tired all day. I'll go back first. " Like afraid of what Xia Xiaoran said, Zhou Han said a lot at a time, carrying a lantern turned and set out on the road.

Xia Xiaoran stood in the same place and watched Zhou Han walk away quickly. He thought that he was really a big fool. I didn't do any work this day. I was tired.

After entering the room, he groped to the table and found a sickle on the table. Xia Xiaoran did a lot of ancient tasks, not to mention beating a sickle, even if it was a small problem.

The fire sickle is a little damp. Xia Xiaoran tried several times to catch a little spark. He quickly put the lamp down beside the fire sickle on it. The lamp down stuck to it and burned slowly.

Put the bright yellow flame into the lamp holder, Xia Xiaoran sees the whole house clearly. The room is not small. After all, it used to be the place where Huang Lingxue and her aunt and uncle lived. But there are only a few pieces of furniture, and the quality is not very good.

This is shown in Huang Lingxue's materials. After her aunt and uncle died, she gave the only carpenter in the village such large furniture as the wardrobe and bed to make two coffins. Small pieces of furniture, good pull to the market for sale, bad in the winter by Huang Lingxue torn down as firewood.

Looking at the empty house, Xia Xiaoran sighs. She knows that Huang Lingxue's experience does not mean that she feels Huang Lingxue's hardship. Her sadness at this time is that she lives in such a house, and the quality of life is not good. At least she needs a dressing table. Xia Xiaoran is worried.

There is only one table, several benches and a cabinet in the main room. Other rooms are even more shabby. There is only one bed and a small cabinet beside the bed in a big room. It seems that it is the bedroom. Xia Xiaoran reaches out and touches the quilt on the bed. It's not too thick, but it's warm. It seems that Huang Lingxue often basks in the quilt.

It's ok if it's not fashionable. Xia Xiaoran is easy to be satisfied. In the future, the furniture can be bought again. Tonight's sleep must be solved. The bedroom is really nothing to look at. Xia Xiaoran turns and enters the last room. After entering, Xia Xiaoran is stunned, not because of the emptiness of the room, but because of the Hawthorn in the room.

Hawthorn is packed in the basket, row by row, and the top is carefully covered with white cloth. It seems that Huang Lingxue is very attentive. Although there are many Hawthorn in the room, they are neat. Xia Xiaoran lifted the white cloth and picked up the top hawthorn. It was round and full, and the stems were removed.

Xia Xiaoran sighed. This is what the owner worried about most. The house full of Hawthorn can't be sold. He can only watch his hard-working harvest rot slowly in the house.

Hawthorn is very good-looking, but Xia Xiaoran no longer dare to eat, put down the hawthorn, Xia Xiaoran covered the basket with a white cloth, eyes turn, the mind is active.

It's a disaster that Hawthorn can't be sold. It's money that can't be sold. Xia Xiaoran squints at the hawthorn, just like the silver.

Wipe the mouth does not exist saliva, Xia Xiaoran giggle into the bedroom, in the not too thick quilt hit a roll, Xia Xiaoran started a business dream.

The East is white, the rooster crows. When Xia Xiaoran was sleeping comfortably, he heard people talking outside. Eyebrows more and more tight, Xia Xiaoran holding the quilt to give up resistance, just can't afford.

The voice is bigger and bigger, and closer and closer, and finally it's like talking in Xia Xiaoran's ear.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Xia Xiaoran was about to blow up, shouting out of the window: "disturbing people's dreams, dead ancestors eight generations."

The voice suddenly stopped, and a tall figure stopped outside the window. Zhou Han often comes to ask Huang Lingxue to go up the mountain together. Every time Huang Lingxue gets up very early and combs her hair in the room, she smiles when she hears Zhou Han calling out of the window. This has never happened. It's over, it's over, it's over. Xia Xiaoran stares big eyes, full of this sentence, disturbing people's dreams, death ancestors eight generations. Xia Xiaoran slapped himself hard and gave it back to his ancestors eight generations. Why don't you go to heaven. A slap did not save effort, crisp voice Xia Xiaoran himself awakened from chagrin. Looking up, Zhou Han's figure is still standing outside the window. Xia Xiaoran covered his stomach and thought: why hasn't this ancestor left yet? I can't say when I meet you later. Dawdle wear good clothes, wash face, comb good hair, Xia Xiaoran out or saw Zhou Han. Licking his lips, Xia Xiaoran said with an embarrassed smile, "brother Zhou, good morning." Zhou Han stood with his back to Xia Xiaoran, not knowing what he was thinking. Xia Xiaoran a voice to wake him up, quickly turned, "Ling snow early." In the countryside, it's very vicious to curse one's ancestors. Xia Xiaoran looked at Zhou Han's normal expression and said carefully, "brother Zhou, Lingxue didn't wake up just now. You don't mind what you said! ~" Zhou Han a Leng, reaction for a while just said: "I also think so, must be Ling Xue recently work too tired, will be bad temper."“ Ha ha. " What a good young man. Picking Hawthorn must be in the morning, when the sun just rises, the hawthorn is the most energetic, with dew, full of water, bright color and lovely appearance. Xia Xiaoran has a long memory this time. Knowing that the temperature difference on the mountain is big and that the morning is the coldest, he turns over all the clothes Huang Lingxue can wear and puts them on his body. Xia Xiaoran is very happy on the way up the mountain. He thinks that he can take off his clothes one by one when the sun rises. He won't be cold and hot. Xia Xiaoran wants to boast of his wit. Zhou Han carries several large baskets behind him in silence. Xia Xiaoran feels a little guilty for this young man because of what happened in the morning. He pulls Zhou Han to talk all the way. Zhou Han is not good at words. He just answers with yes or yes. In this way, their relationship is surprisingly better. Put down the basket, Zhou Han wiped the sweat on his head, and said to Xia Xiaoran, who was so tired that his face turned red: "it's late today. I'll pick it first. You can have a rest." Xia Xiaoran ignored the courtesy and turned slowly towards his big stone base. As he walked, he scolded himself for being stupid and nearly covered himself with several layers of clothes. Struggling to take off a few layers, Xia Xiaoran sits on a big stone and gasps. It's already very bright all around, and the stones under my body are gradually warming up. Xia Xiaoran looks at the scenery in the distance. The orchard is on the hillside, and there is a big mountain behind it. It's good to build an orchard in the middle of the mountain. The temperature is suitable for the soil, but the irrigation is not convenient.