Happy little peasants

"Don't you eat?"

When he was happy to eat, Jiang Xiaohu also found that Biyun had been looking at himself, and asked quickly.

"No, I won't eat, I'm not hungry!"

Biyun quickly waved his hand when he heard the words, still staring at Jiang Xiaohu.

His eyes were deep with inferiority, maybe too much inferiority, Biyun always squinted his eyes and then looked at Jiang Xiaohu's bowl, and asked if he wanted more.

"Finished?"

After a long while, Jiang Xiaohu finally let out a deep breath, put the bowl aside, and Biyun quickly asked when he saw it.

"I'm full! Sister Biyun, what's the matter with you? Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Xiaohu responded, but his eyes were fixed on Biyun's cheeks and his brows were furrowed.

"It's okay, who am I tonight?"

"Go to bed!"

"May I?"

"Yes, the three of them are all in bed, I will just be ready tonight!"

Faced with Jiang Xiaohu’s question, Biyun quickly moved the topic away. Naturally, she couldn’t tell Jiang Xiaohu that she had lived alone for so many years. How many times had she hoped that a man could eat her own food in front of her? Let yourself feed him, while I waited on the side.

This kind of thing looks boring and boring to think of, but after a long time, you will find that the life of chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea may be like this, boring and boring, but it makes life full of vitality.

There is no need to have too much sweet talk, and there is no need to have any useless topics, just two people do their own things quietly.

"I just want to make something, I'll accompany you tonight, anyway, I slept for a while before, and I can't sleep anymore!"

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiaohu saw that Biyun hadn't left yet, and was about to ask, but Biyun had already begun to prepare preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Simply, maybe I want to help Wang Xifeng alleviate the busyness of getting up early every morning to prepare meals, maybe... I just want to stay with Jiang Xiaohu for a while!

"what?"

Jiang Xiaohu pretended to refuse, but when he saw that Biyun had already begun to prepare, he stopped saying anything, and sat blankly behind the stove and continued to add wood.

Soon, one hour has passed. I have to mention that Jiang Xiaohu really didn’t expect Biyun’s knife skills to be so good, and his movements would be so light. Originally, he thought he would be clanging. In the process, except for the loud sound of the water, Biyun's movements were extremely light.

"Okay! Just simmer it over a small fire!"

After opening the lid and taking a look, Biyun chuckled a little embarrassedly and huddled with Jiang Xiaohu.

Autumn in the mountains is usually nothing, that is, the deep chill is felt every night or early in the morning. This is also the time when the yin is the most intense.

"Cold?"

After sitting for a while, Jiang Xiaohu turned his head and glanced at Biyun, and asked softly.

"There are some, but it's better to have fire!"

Biyun nodded, stretched his hand to the fire, but was caught by Jiang Xiaohu.

"Put it in my arms better!"

Jiang Xiaohu smiled, and put her hand directly into his coat, warming it across his autumn clothes.

In fact, their relationship has already reached the point where you and me are not distinguished. It's just because of some secular reasons, of course, there are other reasons, otherwise, Jiang Xiaohu may have married her.

A few minutes later, Biyun began to shrink his hand back, after all, he was already a milf, and Xiaohu was still a young man, there was no need for him to treat himself like this.

"It's okay, Sister Biyun, let me be honest, but I still like Sister Biyun! Hey, stay warm, it's the same if you let me be your brother!"

Jiang Xiaohu said, adding a stick of firewood. Actually, he never thought that Biyun had to do farm work and prepare meals for herself. The family's big and small affairs depend on her, and her The hands didn't even look old, but extremely white and tender, like those of a girl.

"it is good!"

Biyun nodded when he heard the words, and agreed, but his heart became distressed.

To put it simply, if Jiang Xiaohu is really taken as her younger brother, then she might as well just let it go. It's better not to contact her in the future, otherwise she will be ruined in ethics and morals in the future.

"By the way, Sister Biyun, let me see your scars!"

While sitting, Jiang Xiaohu remembered that there was still one thing he hadn't done today, so he asked quickly.

"Ah good!"

Biyun nodded, but being alone, it was a bit embarrassing to open his clothes like this.

Seeing her hesitation, Jiang Xiaohu also understood, and put his hand into Biyun's clothes, even though Biyun did some dodge movements, he still did not refuse.

Only then did Jiang Xiaohu put his hand on Biyun's stomach and fumbled for the location of the scar. After a while, Jiang Xiaohu closed his eyes, and the true energy in his hand began to slowly escape.

"Huh? Hmm..."

The feeling of warmth filled Biyun's body instantly. In such a cold night, suddenly there was a hand on his stomach, and it brought such warmth, no one could help but hum.

But Biyun never seemed to care that his voice was so charming. With such a soft snort, it fell in Jiang Xiaohu's ears, and suddenly felt a big hand scratching his heart.

"Cough!" Jiang Xiaohu's face suddenly appeared a little blush, and he coughed softly to relieve the embarrassment, and then took his hand back, "Well, sister Biyun, there will be no sequelae, it is indeed a skin injury. ,nothing!"

"Ah good!"

Biyun naturally knew why Jiang Xiaohu was embarrassed, so he quickly lowered his head, responded, and turned to look at the flame.

With the silence of the two in the originally quiet room, it became more silent.

The moon tonight is not round, but it is unusually bright, but in such a moonlight, the birds and beasts in the mountains are silent, as if they have fallen into a deep sleep.

If it weren't for the crackling sound of burning fire, Jiang Xiaohu and Biyun were completely convinced that the space of this world had completely solidified.

"call……"

I don’t know how much time passed, Jiang Xiaohu was about to speak, and realized that Biyun’s breathing around him was still a little long. He turned his head and saw that Biyun was asleep, but his sitting posture seemed a little uncomfortable, frowning from time to time. , Adjust the action a bit.

After looking at Biyun for a few times, Jiang Xiaohu couldn’t hold back in the end. He gently embraced her in his arms. The state of outbreak.