From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 509 Little Red Bean

In the quiet mountain village, the cold in the north has not invaded here, and the mountains and rivers are still beautiful here.

Green smoke curls up in the village, and dogs bark occasionally. The men in the village carry farm tools on their backs to work in the fields. No matter how you look at it, it is as peaceful as a paradise.

Feng Junran frowned, slowly opened his eyelids, and stared around.

This is a dilapidated house with mud walls and a thatched roof. Baskets and dry goods can be seen hanging high on the walls. The faint smell of hay rushed into his nostrils, making him sneeze uncontrollably .

The movement inside the room alarmed the people outside. A woman wearing a calico kerchief came in timidly, pulling the apron in front of her and wiping the water stains on her hands. Seeing that someone woke up, she couldn't help but smile shyly. Said: "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

Feng Junran supported his head and started doing it slowly. The back of his head felt like throbbing pain. His head was dizzy. It took him a long time to see the woman at the door clearly.

She looks quite iconic, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and no makeup, just like wild flowers quietly blooming on the side of the road. Although it has a simple beauty, it cannot match the glamorous beauty of the country.

Feng Junran shook his head, trying to make himself more awake, and then said lightly: "Where is this place? Who are you? I... who am I?"

The woman at the door was stunned, and looked at the man lying on the bed in surprise, but her mind was full of thoughts.

After a long while, she blushed, lowered her head in a hurry and said, "You, what's wrong with you? I'm Ah Hua, and you are my husband, Er Niu!"

Feng Junran narrowed his eyes, and the slender eyes shot out a little bit of coldness. A'hua was stared at so suddenly, and her knees softened and she fell to the ground in an instant. , but just such a casual look can make his legs go weak in fright.

"I, I really didn't lie, my husband, what's the matter with you? Why did you forget about Ah Hua after you went up the mountain?" As he spoke, the man began to cry, which made Feng Junran even more angry She frowned in boredom, even though she didn't remember anything, but deep in her memory, there seemed to be a woman who had never cried but kept laughing, her giggles were crisp and beautiful, as if the most beautiful woman in the world The sound of music will make everyone who hears it happy.

He frowned, rubbed his head and said lightly: "I'm a little tired, and I want to take a rest."

Ah Hua cheered up when she heard the words, she stood up holding the doorframe and said, "Okay, okay, you sleep, you sleep, maybe you'll be fine after sleeping for a while, and then you remember."

Looking up, seeing that the person had already fallen asleep with her eyes closed, Ah Hua breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked to the yard, put down her apron and continued to scrub the clothes in the tub.

It was an extremely expensive robe. It was said to be in Daguanzhuang, even in distant towns. It was just stained with blood and torn by tree branches. Ah Hua was reluctant to throw it away and wanted to wash it off. Clean it up and mend it, maybe it can be put on again for the people in the house.

Thinking of the man in the house, Ah Hua couldn't help but blush. When she found him at the foot of the mountain, he was completely unconscious. She dragged him back, washed him, changed his clothes and put him on the bed.

While wiping the sweat from her head, Ah Hua murmured: "Er Niu, you are Ah Hua's Er Niu, it would be better if you can't think of it, let's live a good life..."

In the room, Feng Junran slowly opened his eyelids. No matter how he thought about it, his mind was blank, but there always seemed to be an unclear shadow floating back and forth in his heart.

who is it?Who is that?Why do I miss it when I think about it?

Turning around in a tangled state, the coarse cotton quilt pressed something on his chest, and there was a crashing sound. The man was startled, and took out the things inside, only to find that there were two letters.

Seeing that it was collected close to his chest, the man was sure that it was something very important to him.

So he slowly opened the letter, looking at the contents inside, Feng Junran couldn't help but feel Wan'er.

Full of bastards, big and small, but they are all drawn with the simplest lines. The painter is very casual, and the faint broken fronts swept out by the strokes of the brush are clearly visible, but behind a pile of bastards, there is a round circle .

This is……

The man froze for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help laughing,

A bastard, a bunch of bastards, a bastard!

Somehow, the condensed eyes slowly softened, and a little tenderness bloomed. Feng Junran suddenly wanted to see what the person who wrote this letter was like. No matter what, it must be a very lovely lady. Write the letter I must have been filled with resentment, pouting, grunting, holding the brush and sweeping quickly, drawing so many bastards, big and small...

Must be a very cute person, right?
Thinking about it, the man slowly opened the second letter, but the person who was preparing for the second surprise was stunned the moment he opened the letter.

There is no such thing as bastard that makes people laugh and cry. Although this letter is still empty, it is more moving than it is full of words.

There is only one red bean drawn on the rice paper, with slender branches and little blood, the red bean painting is so vivid, no matter how you look at it, the painters have exhausted all their thoughts to make the painting so real and so emotional.

The man stared blankly, sat up subconsciously, still holding the letter in his hand, and murmured: "Red beans... red beans are born in the southern country, spring comes... spring comes and sends a few branches, I hope you can pick more, this thing ...the most lovesick..."

His fingers trembled, the shaking rice paper rattled, even his body couldn't help shaking, the shadow in his heart suddenly became heavy, pressing tightly on his heart, making him breathless.

Who, who the hell?What important thing did he forget?who is he?and who are you? !

"Er Niu, are you alright?"

The woman stood up worriedly, and while wiping her wet hands with her apron, she wanted to go in and take a look. Feng Junran only accepted the letter indifferently, and put it away again against her chest, and refused indifferently: "It's okay, you Get out!"

The indifferent voice stunned Ah Hua for a moment. The words and gestures proved that this man was once a high-ranking lord. He was used to directing others to scold others, used to being bowed by others, and used to ordering and ordering, so with her The attitude is nothing more than the attitude between a superior and a servant.

Ah Hua lowered her head sadly, then sat back and continued to wash clothes.

In the room, Feng Junran has already narrowed his eyes, and he can now be sure that the woman outside has nothing to do with him.

How can a woman who can't read big characters in a thatched cottage without paper, pen and ink draw such lifelike red beans? !

(End of this chapter)