Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 552 A Painting
Song Ning allowed Han Duyue to pull herself away, with a doting smile on the corner of her mouth, but the same words in her mouth: "Go and have a look and you will know, I think you will like it."

The two passed through the side door of the main courtyard and entered the backyard. When Han Duyue raised his eyes, Han Duyue was stunned.

"Do you like it?" Song Ning asked jokingly.

Han Duyue was stunned for a moment, and finally came back to her senses. She blinked at Song Ning, and said in a slightly erratic voice, "Is this how all the backyards of big families look like?"

"Of course not. Only our backyard is like this. Don't you feel dissatisfied?" Song Ning had already seen Han Duyue's emotions, but she still asked on purpose.

"Satisfied, how could I be dissatisfied?" At this time, Han Duyue's face was full of surprises, and his voice was full of excitement, "Song Ning, you are really a wife, I don't care. Know what to say."

"As long as you like it." Song Ning still smiled, but the smile in her eyes obviously deepened.

"I can't like it any more!" Han Duyue's eyes shifted to the large open space in front of her again, and she was almost in a trance. She really didn't expect Song Ning to make the backyard like this.

This shouldn't even be called a backyard, at least not the backyard of a big family, but rather like the size of living in the front yard and growing vegetables in the backyard in the countryside.

Yes, the long wall is surrounded by pieces of open space, which can be seen to be used for growing vegetables, because the soil has been turned over.

These small open spaces, separated by long and thin paths, can be used to grow different crops, which is exactly what Han Duyue wanted.

Han Duyue has always known that Song Ning is gentle and considerate, but she still did not expect that he would be able to do this. This simply does not leave a way for people to survive. Han Duyue is almost drowning in Song Ning's tenderness and consideration bingo.

"Song Ning." Han Duyue turned around. She originally wanted to thank her, but felt that her words were too pale to express her emotions at the moment, so she reached out and hugged Song Ning very hard. .

Song Ning immediately put her arms around Han Duyue's waist, feeling very happy: "I am here."

After a while, Han Duyue let go, and began to pull Song Ning to plan this unique backyard.

"One, two, three...a total of eight plots, how do you think the arrangement is appropriate?" Han Duyue asked excitedly. In fact, even when she was at home, she hardly worked on the plots, but this It didn't affect her excitement at the moment.

As a rural person, even if she has never planted the land herself, it will not affect her love for the field, because it is a symbol of home to her and a part of the home.

"Xiaoyue can plant whatever she wants, even if the eight plots are not the same," Song Ning replied.

Han Duyue glanced at Song Ning, nodded in agreement, and then thought carefully: "Although this backyard looks very big, it is divided into eight parts after all. If you plant some food or something, it will seem a bit small, then it will Just grow vegetables. Cabbage, garlic sprouts, spinach, chrysanthemum hearts..."

As I was talking, I couldn't help but let out a "hey": "I was worried just now that if each plot was not the same, I would not be able to use up so many plots. It seems that I was worrying too much. The types of vegetables That’s quite a lot.”

"Yes." Song Ning nodded in agreement.

"What's that good?" There are still two months before they get married, and Han Duyue has already started thinking about growing vegetables.

Song Ning looked at it from the side and suddenly felt a little funny, but she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart. After all, this fully reflected how satisfied Xiaoyue was with her arrangement.

Han Duyue walked around the backyard twice before calming down. Seeing that it was getting late, she said, "Isn't there another house to visit? Shall we go there today or tomorrow? "

"Don't worry, don't you have other plans for tomorrow? Why don't you rest here today and go there tomorrow." Song Ning had planned like this before.

Han Duyue nodded, and then felt a little embarrassed. Just now, she was embarrassed to come to the backyard because of the new house. Does she still want to live there tonight?Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

Seeing Han Duyue's thoughts, Song Ning was a little dumbfounded: "I have asked someone to arrange another room, which is the two wing rooms of the main courtyard."

"That's it, that's good, that's good." Han Duyue laughed twice, and because of embarrassment, he ran to continue looking at the ground.

Because it is a house that has not been put into use, there is only one manservant guarding the gate and one woman who cleans the entire three-entry courtyard.

Fortunately, it's not far from the market, and it's very convenient to buy vegetables, so the two of them cook lunch and dinner together. Naturally, it's Han Duyue's chef, and Song Ning helps.

Han Duyue felt very satisfied with doing it by herself, with ample food and clothing, and Song Ning also felt very satisfied because she was alone with Han Duyue.

This night, only two opposite rooms in the main courtyard were lit. Han Duyue didn't feel scared, but he couldn't help but look at the windows of the opposite room frequently.

When they were in Meiyuan, because their rooms were adjacent to each other, even if they wanted to see, they could only see the dim light from the window of the next room, but this time, she could clearly see Song Ning through the light. figure.

This vague and clear feeling is very subtle, and Han Duyue unconsciously began to stare at the opposite window in a daze until...

"Is Xiaoyue looking at me?" The opposite window was suddenly pushed open, and Song Ning's figure appeared directly in Han Duyue's line of sight. Although she couldn't see clearly because of the backlight, she still gave Han Duyue a jump.

Han Duyue sat up straight suddenly: "I... I'm just in a daze."

"Does Xiaoyue want to know what I was doing just now?" In the darkness, Song Ning's voice was extraordinarily gentle.

Han Duyue lowered her voice subconsciously, shook her head and said, "I don't know, from the way you looked just now, it seems that you are writing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Duyue couldn't help but blush. She said she was just in a daze just now, but she revealed her secrets before she said a few words. She is really stupid.

Fortunately, both of them were standing with the backlight, Song Ning couldn't see the blush on Han Duyue's face, and Han Duyue couldn't see Song Ning's eyes that implied deep meaning.

"I just made a painting, do you want to see it?" Song Ning replied directly without teasing Han Duyue.

Han Duyue hesitated for a while, after all, there were only the two of them in the whole yard, but then she couldn't help but patted her head, she was not from this world, although she had to abide by some rules in front of others, but It's just the two of them right now, why is she still so coy?

Having figured this out, Han Duyue nodded very simply: "Okay, shall I go to your room, or are you coming to my side?"

"The ink on the painting is not dry yet, why don't you come over here." Song Ning said so, walked over and opened the door.

Han Duyue went briskly to Song Ning's room, went straight to the desk by the window, and waited to see clearly what was drawn on the piece of paper on the table, Han Duyue couldn't help but blushed .

"Xiaoyue knows what I was painting just now, right?" Song Ning asked with a smile on purpose.

I have seen it all, how could I not know it, Han Duyue glanced at Song Ning angrily, and said "En" in a nasal voice.

"Does Xiaoyue like this painting?" Song Ning continued to ask, as if she didn't notice the embarrassment and helplessness in Han Duyue's eyes.

It may be because the painting time is very short, the master in front of the two is freehand, the words are a plum grove, the red petals dotted all over the whole painting, and in this plum grove, there are two people standing side by side, the two Both hands are slightly raised, holding something like a lantern.

It was easy for Han Duyue to recognize that it was a wishing lamp made by the two of them together. Although the fate of this wishing lamp is indeed a bit sad, it will not affect the artistic conception of this painting at all.

The plum trees are intertwined and the petals are flying, but this kind of beauty seems to be completely inferior to the lonely lamp that can illuminate the whole world.

"Well, you painted very well." Han Duyue liked this feeling very much, as if recalling the scene last night, the warm and romantic atmosphere.

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Ning smiled with satisfaction: "As long as Xiaoyue likes it, I'm planning to frame this painting and hang it in the bedroom."

Han Duyue was speechless at the moment, Song Ning still planned to hang the painting in the bedroom?Is that his own bedroom, or the bedroom they will share in the future?

This question can be answered almost without thinking, so Han Duyue suddenly felt shy. Although most people hang their wedding photos at home in modern times, the pictures are completely different from the pictures, especially this one. The painting was drawn by Song Ning herself.

"This... Let's forget about it? Hanging the paintings on the wall is easy to get dirty, so why not keep them well." Han Duyue suggested rather shyly.

Song Ning intentionally misinterpreted Han Duyue's meaning, with a look of grievance on her face: "Does Xiaoyue not like this painting at all? It seems that what you just said was just coaxing me, otherwise why would you keep painting?" Hang in the house and disagree?"

"No, I really think this painting is very good, and the artistic conception is also very beautiful, but..." Han Duyue hurriedly shook her head, subconsciously raised her head to look at Song Ning, and when she saw the other party's expression clearly, she was speechless. There is only one reason for this expression, and that is to act like a baby, and Han Duyue usually has nothing to do with Song Ning's acting like a baby, "Forget it, you can hang up if you want, anyway, it's nothing."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone else into our bedroom, so no third person will see this painting." Song Ning smiled happily and gave a guarantee.

Han Duyue wouldn't feel sweet about a room dedicated to two people, let alone blush from embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)