Assassin Farmer

“What's the matter?” Lin Shiyao returned to the kitchen and saw Su Shuiju as if he was tidying the food cabinet. He stacked several packets of snacks and candy he had bought from the market a few days earlier at the dinner table.

“Oh, Yao, Aunt Tian said let's go to her house for lunch at noon and spend the middle autumn together. I also wanted to thank you for accepting Dabao as an apprentice.” Su Shuiju met Lin Shiyao, and explained with a shallow smile: “I think if we didn't go, she would definitely invite you back. Pick some pastry fruit and bring it with her later. It would be more lively for the two families to spend the holidays together. ”

Lin Shiyao picked out his eyebrows and stared at her for a while. He didn't say yes or no. He just turned around in front of the dishwashing basin and took the basin out of the kitchen.

“Yao?” Su Shuiju was a little confused, put aside the snacks he was packing in his hand, followed Lin Shi Liu out of the kitchen, watched him wash the dishes on the floor, swallowed the water and walked to him. He asked low: “Yao, you don't want to go, do you? If you don't want to go, we won't. Just let Dabao bring some pastry fruit. ”

“No.” Lin Shiyao shook his head and simply replied to her.

“Well...” Su Shuijuan blinked, not understanding what he meant. Seeing him lift his sleeve seemed to slip to the surface and quickly roll it up for him.

Lin Shiyao's hand paused to wash the dishes and then lowered his voice: “You promised to spend the middle autumn with me.” With an unprecedented sense of dependence. He truthfully complained that her words were incorrect.

She promised him that she would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future. He just wanted his first Mid-Autumn Festival to be quiet with her and not disturbed by anyone else. I don't want to be with other irrelevant people. Even if she was there, it would make him uncomfortable.

“I didn't say I wouldn't stay with you.” Su Shuiju understood why he had just suddenly turned away from her.

“A true Mid-Autumn Festival at night, under the moon, to admire the laurels for drinking. Look, I even bought a cinnamon brew. However, the laurel here is not as good as… it smells good, can we try it ourselves next time? ”

Yesterday, Aunt Lao, who had been sent to the city to gather herself, brought herself a small jar of cinnamon flower brewing. While Shiryu Lin was busy in the front yard vegetable area, she couldn't help but open a little sealing smell. Although it did smell like cinnamon brewing, it was far worse than the local cinnamon brewing aroma she had tasted in Su's compound before. Just think about when you'll learn how to make wine in your book, and make it yourself.

% She holds his clothes and sleeves and hangs the washed dishes in a bamboo basket under the grape rack, waiting to dry before entering the kitchen cupboard, saving her mold and bacteria.

Seeing that Lin Shiyao was still a little stunned, he touched his arm with a smile. This man actually had a time to lose consciousness.

“What's the matter? Still don't want to go? Well, then don't go. So, what do we have for lunch?” She gently shook his arm, with a delicate look, and suddenly tightened Lin Shizhou's lower abdomen.

“You said...” He said dumbfoundly, "Mid-autumn for just the two of us at night? You have a cinnamon brew to drink with me?” He still smells what she just said. Some dare not believe that she wants to drink with him on the moon, she has such a poor amount of alcohol that she can't fall down without fear of three glasses?

Oh, that's not the point. The point is, when did she buy the osmanthus? Damn, he doesn't even know.

“Exactly, and the mooncakes we bought for the festival, the soup dough we wrapped yesterday. It's all for the evening.” Su Shuiju looked at him with a smile.

Lin Shiyao turned his head uncomfortably. The redness just climbed on his face was futilely dissipated by his luck.

“Ahju?” Su Shui grabbed his clothes and thought it was funny. This man was actually shy. Although the redness on her face was not obvious and soon faded away, she could be sure that he was just shy.

“I'll go check on Dabao.” Lin Shiyao found an excuse to walk to the south courtyard.

“That noon...” she asked, grinning forcefully.

“Whatever.” Far from it, he still has some strange answers. At last, the laughter beneath his eyes turned into a "pounding” sound, soaking brittle in the sun.

Turns out he's such a cute guy. Su Shuiqiao looked far away at Lin Shiyao, who urged Dabao to march by the South Yard River. The smile on his face had not retreated.

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“Come on, bro, fill it up. We don't talk too much, Dabao will give it to you, we can rest assured.” Tian Dafu, full of flushing faces, pulled Lin Shiyao together and worked hard on his old dry white.

“His father, why are you dragging Yao's liquor? Come on, Yao, try our homemade chicken, although it's less than a year old, but the young chicken smells like a young chicken. Try it.” Aunt Tian enthusiastically clamped two chicken legs and placed them in front of the dishes of Su Shuiyu and Lin Shiyao, respectively, to show them to taste them.

“Mother...” Tian Dabao looked at the chicken legs, heartbroken to death, but he still swallowed the water and said to Shiryu Lin: “Master, Master, hurry up and eat the chicken legs. My mother's stewed chicken is delicious. Eat up.” Eat well and let him die. He fed the chicken for half a year. Even if he couldn't eat half a chicken, eating a chicken leg would be his exclusive right. But now... Well, I can't think about it anymore, I can't think about it anymore. He should be happy that the chicken legs are fed to the master's mother. How can you be so careful? Master also has to teach his strong martial arts.

Su Shuiju looked at Dabao as he swallowed his saliva. He thought it was funny. He just wanted to clip this chicken leg that Aunt Tian had distributed to him and send it to his bowl, but Lin Shiyao pressed the chopsticks. "Eat it yourself.” He clipped his piece and handed it to Dabao Bowl.

“How embarrassing... Dabao...” Aunt Tian eagerly tried to clip it back in, but saw that Dabao had already had a bite to chew on and shouted with impatience.

“When did these chicken legs come into my bowl?” Tian Dabao heard his mother roar before returning to her senses. He found that he had a chicken leg in his bowl and was eaten by himself. He looked up staring at the other side. The chicken leg in Master's bowl was eaten by himself? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Let him eat. Long body. "Lin Shiyao said lightly, suppressing Aunt Tian's desire to burst into anger. Bastard, he's the one who wants to worship the master. Bye, I don't know how to be good to him. He's also the one who eats the legs of the master. He's almost 13 years old and half a man. What he did is still so embarrassing! It's hard to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law! Oh, it's not hard, it's impossible!

“Master...” Tian Dabao weakly summoned Lin Shiyao, his eyes glistened, his head almost buried in the rice bowl, chewed up the chicken legs and picked up the rice. Brother Lin... Master... I know you are a good man with a cold, warm face. Rest assured, I will listen to you and learn martial arts as you will in the future. Um... what does the master do? Marry a beautiful girl?

If Simon Lin knew Tian Dabao's heart, he would have fallen from his chair. Cold and warm? Talk about him? The Gold Medal Killer that Fengyao Pavilion used to be? That's an insult to him. It's just that the apprentice who doesn't want to take in later training delays his planned plan due to physical inadequacy.

“Sister Shui, Dabao calls you Sister, can I still call you Sister?” Tianyu ate half of it and suddenly remembered the issue of this generation. I couldn't help but laugh. In other words, if Dabao calls her sister, Dabao calls her master, isn't Dabao going to call her mother? But Sister Shui called her mother Auntie again, oh, so confusing.

“Pfft”, the lively Tian Niu finally couldn't bear laughing out loud.

“Girl... what are you kids talking about!” Aunt Tian was stunned before she realized what her daughter was saying. It's also kind of funny to think about it.

Su Shuiju looked at Lin Shiyao sitting beside him, his eyebrows bent. Yeah, the man around you is only in his early twenties. At a specific age, neither of them had asked each other.

Fortunately, instead of in Suzhou in the Republic of China, it is not only necessary to know the five lines and eight characters of the two parties before marriage, but also to publish in The News detailed wedding news, including name, gender, age, several witnesses, basic family status… In short, it will never be so vague today.

Thinking of this, Su Shuiju couldn't help but “puff" smiled and opened his face, causing Lin Shiyao to have a thought. Busy converging laughter sits in jeopardy. She seems, increasingly unafraid of him.

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“Yao, how old are you this year?” On the way back from Aunt Tian's house, the two slowly walked on empty village paths and wandered on the afternoon of autumn. Su Shuiju moaned her lips, embarrassed to ask.

Lin Shiyao cast a strange gaze at her, with a soft, cool voice, and said: "Didn't I tell you about the day we got married? ”

“Huh?” Did you? Su Shuijuan blinked, forcefully recalling the day of the beginning of August 8. But let her show the scene from beginning to end in her head, and she can't remember when he told himself about his age.

“Can't remember?” Lin Shiyao bent his lip corner and reached her ear, whispering: “When I was on you...”

“Ya--” she exclaimed, unable to look at the red fainting rising on her cheeks, busily reaching over his lips, sneaking a glance. Fortunately, at this time it was exactly half past noon, most villagers were resting at home for lunch. She and Lin Shizhou were the only two people on the whole village road.

Relaxed, this let go, was trying to retract, but was caught by Lin Shiyao. Wrapped in his hands, he slowly swayed her to the home of the southwest head.

“Yao...” How dare you? Su Shuihui flashed through the relevant images of "daylight”. He blushed his neck and earned some money without breaking off his big hand.

“Don't move.” Lin Shiyao had a low drink. Staring blindly at that white-walled black house in the distance - the home of both of them - suddenly in a good mood, "I was born three times this year and ten years early in October. And you?”

“I… my… fifteenth… birthday… early March I…” fifteen belongs to her, while her birthday belongs to her former one.

“Why are you so nervous?” Lin Shiyao pulled her, smiled and looked down at her, "Shui Xiao, as I said, we are a couple. ”

“I know.” She nodded quickly. Of course she knows. She also remembered her mother's admonition in her dreams to know each other and not to be alienated from each other like she was from her father. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)