The first peasant concubine of the prosperous age

Chapter 7 Grandma Wan

Yang Yaoyao looked at this scene, a faint glint flashed in his eyes, and then he left silently, leaving the space for this pair of people who depended on each other.

When Yang Yaoyao walked home, he saw a person standing at the door from a distance. The tall and thin figure stood there quietly, as if exuding a sense of sadness and loneliness. It was Zhang Xi, why did he stand there? It's by the door, it's winter, with such thin clothes, he's still sick, it's no wonder it doesn't freeze.

For some reason, at this moment Yang Yaoyao's heart twitched, and he hurried forward and said, "Husband, why are you out? It's so cold." She was not very good at expressing anything, so she hurriedly dragged Zhang Xi back to the house.

Zhang Xi's hand was like jade but it was icy cold, which made people feel chills. Smelling the faint fragrance in the air, Yang Yaoyao was slightly stunned. Isn't the family unable to open the pot?Why is there still food.

Zhang Xi didn't ask Yang Yaoyao anything, just took the dishes and noodles in her hands and put them away, then said softly, "Eat, it's still hot."

Yang Yaoyao looked at the dishes in the pot, and it turned out to be mountain mushrooms. She knew that Zhang Xi must have gone up the mountain to pick mountain mushrooms. Seeing Zhang Xi calmly put the two warm eggs in front of her, Yang Yaoyao was upset. She was soft under control, and her eyes were a little sore. The eggs were given by Mrs. Zheng a few days ago. She ate one and left two for Zhang Xi. Unexpectedly, he didn't eat that morning, and he kept it for her now.

Yang Yaoyao looked up at the sky, trying to pull a smile from the corner of his mouth. Although he didn't understand why Zhang Xi was so kind to her, she was touched today. Except for her younger brother in the previous life, no one had ever been so kind to her.

Originally, he wanted to save some noodles, but now Yang Yaoyao stood up suddenly and said, "Husband, tonight we will pack Chaos."

Zhang Xi didn't ask anything, but just said softly: "Okay, I'll help you." There seemed to be a sense of connivance in her tone, as if he would support whatever she wanted to do.

Yang Yaoyao was busy making noodles, and Zhang Xi was washing and picking vegetables. Although the two of them didn't talk much, the atmosphere was warm.

Yang Yaoyao adjusted the taste, and the two of them divided the labor and cooperated, and it was wrapped in a while. After the pot of chaos was cooked, Yang Yaoyao said happily: "Taste it quickly, how does it taste?" At this moment, Yang Yaoyao seemed to be Forget all the sad past, as if returning to the most simple time.

Looking at Yang Yaoyao's bright and bright light, Zhang Xi's eyes flickered slightly, then he lowered his head and bit a piece of chaos, his mouth was fragrant, the taste was really good, looking at Yang Yaoyao's expectant eyes, Zhang Xi nodded Said: "Very good."

Yang Yaoyao just sat down and began to eat. Tonight, her empty heart suddenly felt warm. Over the years, she had been used to the coldness. She was afraid that she would be greedy for warmth, and that she would be doomed.

The night was deep, and the north wind was howling. Yang Yaoyao and Zhang Xi were lying on the kang, covered with a broken quilt, which was not warm at all, but Zhang Xi still covered most of the quilt on Yang Yaoyao, and half of his body was It was exposed outside, and in order not to affect Yang Yaoyao's sleep, he kept suppressing his coughing.

Yang Yaoyao looked at all this and turned around calmly. She felt that she couldn't go on like this. She didn't believe in love, and she didn't understand that she was useless. Why did Zhang Xi still treat her well, so she had to give up such a thing as a matter of urgency. The warmth of being alone, no worries, no love, no injuries and no pain.

Just like that, Yang Yaoyao fell asleep thinking about his thoughts.

wake up the next day
Zhang Xi had already cooked the meal, fetched water for Yang Yaoyao, and handed the freshly washed towel to Yang Yaoyao.

"Thank you." Yang Yaoyao looked at Zhang Xi who was so careful, and expressed his gratitude. If a gentle and good man like Zhang Xi finds a good woman, he will be happy. Unfortunately, she is not that good person. She always remembers At the last moment of the previous life, that person roared that she was a cold-blooded and heartless monster.

Thinking of this, Yang Yaoyao curled her lips. She was not an unintentional person, but she just didn't want to believe it.

Hearing Yang Yaoyao's thank you, Zhang Xi paused, and then began to serve the meal, but Yang Yaoyao heard that inaudible sigh, and he didn't know what he was sighing about.Yang Yaoyao found that Zhang Xi was too deep, you would never be able to guess what he was thinking, and his eyes were like mist, you couldn't see through either.

Yang Yaoyao bit the cake in his hand, and looked up at Zhang Xi. In such a world where men are superior to women, it is customary for men to cook far away, but Zhang Xi has been cooking with all his heart, and even she can't find anything critical.

"Eat more." Feeling that Yang Yaoyao was absent-minded, Zhang Xi picked up some vegetables and put them in Yang Yaoyao's bowl, as if this was the most natural thing.

Yang Yaoyao wanted to talk about reconciliation, but when she looked at the dishes in the bowl, she couldn't say that for some reason, and instead said, "Zhang Xi, I want to tell you something." In fact, she is not The real Yang Yaoyao didn't want people to be suspicious, so she always called her husband. Now she wants to confess, so she doesn't want to follow that address. But what Yang Yaoyao didn't know was that Zhang Xi was never called husband in her previous life.

"Tell me." Zhang Xi said calmly while eating the food gracefully.

"Zhang Xi, in fact, since I woke up a few days ago, I have lost my memory, and I can't remember many things." After Yang Yaoyao finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xi seriously, and found that his expression was still calm, not at all. Strange and not suspicious.

Yang Yaoyao's eyes flickered, and he continued: "So, Zhang Xi, I can't treat you as my husband. You also understand that I am useless, not to mention I am tall, and I have a bad temper. You are with me It will only make things more embarrassing." Yang Yaoyao thought about the wording, and felt that it would be better to bring out the topic in this way.

Only then did Zhang Xi raise his head and look at Yang Yaoyao seriously. A gleam of light flashed in those eyes, as if they had captured the elegance of the world, scorching and enchanting, and made people's hearts tremble uncontrollably. For some reason, Yang Yaoyao felt a little nervous when he met such a pair of eyes. guilty conscience.

After a while, Zhang Xi stretched out his hand to gently straighten Yang Yaoyao's messy hair, and said softly, "Madam, don't think too much, life will get better."

Yang Yaoyao was helplessly discouraged, and once again he couldn't say what he had organized. You said here that he didn't take it seriously at all, so there was no way to communicate... After eating, Yang Yaoyao got up and went back to the kang again, in a daze ...

Standing in the kitchen, Zhang Xi quietly looked out the door, his breath was exhausted, he flaunted the magnificence of weeping blood, his clothes moved without wind, his whole body exuded an air of contempt for the world, but it was ethereal like a fairy, as if he had transformed into a feather. And then, those beautiful eyes seemed to have accumulated a thousand years of light, as deep as the sea.

After a long while, Zhang Xi held his breath and continued to act like an ordinary person.

In the past few days, Yang Yaoyao has been getting along with Zhang Xi peacefully, without mentioning anything, as usual, Zhang Xi's care for her is still so delicate and tender, and Yang Yaoyao has gradually gotten used to this way of getting along.

(End of this chapter)