Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

"Eat more if you like." Cypress smile, looking at Du grass's eyes, very gentle.

Ji Lyric ink without trace to Du grass clip a ribs: "food does not speak."

This little old-fashioned girl!

Du Cao didn't find out before that this little boy was so old-fashioned.

A meal can be said to be enjoyable.

It's just that some people don't know what to eat.

Magistrate Yamen.

"Waste! You trash! If you can't find a child, what's the use of raising you! " Huangfuyan was furious and overturned the table in front of him.

"Lord, calm down." Wang Zhishan was so scared that he knelt down on the ground and looked frightened.

"Calm down? I've been here for so many days, and you haven't even found a fart. How can you calm down? " Huangfu Yan was so angry that he kicked Wang Zhishan on the chest: "waste!"

Wang Zhishan was kicked to the ground, chest hot pain, but still carefully said: "this matter is secret, of course, can't make a big fuss to find, if people notice, with vigilance, isn't it more difficult, the Lord calm down, give me some time, I will find that smelly boy."

"The end of the year is approaching. I have to go back. I'll leave it to you. You'd better not let me down!" Huangfuyan gave Wang Zhishan a cold look and left, obviously angry.

Wang Zhishan had a sense of survival. He looked at Huang Fuyan's back and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

This is not even a portrait, the vast sea of people, how can we find ah!

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, OK?

Time is in a hurry. After a few days, we finally hope to have a new year.

In the morning, ducao changed the new clothes that grandma made for her and worked happily in the yard.

Ji looked at the yard of flowers and butterflies in general Du grass, gently hook the corner of the mouth: "what are you doing?"

"I'm sticking the window flowers. Today is new year's Eve. Shall we watch the night together?" Duckweed is very happy, between the eyebrows and eyes, starlight dot.

Ji Shumo nodded and his nose was sour. He remembered that every new year's Eve he used to watch the night with his father and mother. At that time, a large family sat around, eating snacks and sweets, slowly waiting for the arrival of the new year.

But this year, it seems that he is the only one left.

Looking at the cheerful figure in the yard, Ji Shumo's heart, little by little warm down, can meet this little girl, I'm afraid it's the most beautiful thing in his miserable life, right?

"Xiaocao, do you miss someone very much?" Ji Shumo went to Du Cao and said it softly.

Du Cao looked at the sadness and missing in Ji's eyes and understood it all at once.

Hand, gently patted Ji Lyric ink's head: "small ink, do you miss your family?"

"No Ji Lyric ink awkward don't cross a face to go, the mouth hard refuse to recognize.

Du Cao chuckled, then put down the things in his hand, pulled Ji Lyric ink, and walked out.

"Grass! Where are you going? Come back early for dinner. " The cypress yelled in the kitchen.

"I see!" Du Cao responded heartlessly.

Du Zhang's looking at Du grass this appearance, helpless smile: "this child, really."

"Grandma, Xiaocao is such a simple character, which is very good." Cypress side busy hands of the work, while chuckling.

It's so simple.

I wish I could grow on the cypress tree before, but now it's OK. My eyes and mouth are full of ink. It's too fast. My mind is written on my face.

"Cypress, before Grandma asked you to promise to take care of grass for a lifetime, do you remember?" Du Zhang stopped his work and looked at the cypress seriously.

Cypress chuckled: "grandma, now there are better people than me to take care of grass for a lifetime, you can rest assured."

"Do you really have no idea about grass?" Du Zhang frowned. She always felt that cypress was not a person who didn't mean it.

Cypress is also magnanimous: "in my eyes, grass has always been my sister, sister."

"That's the best." At first, Du Zhang was worried that cypress would be sad because of Du Cao. Now it seems that God's will is so.

Du Cao took Xiao Mo and walked all the way to the hillside not far from home: "Xiao Mo, do you remember here? It was here before. You told me that you miss your mother. Today, we are still here. You can tell your mother what you want to say. "Ji did not expect that Du Cao would remember so clearly, as if something was melting in his heart.

"I have nothing to say." Ji Shumo's eyes darkened and turned away.

This awkward child.

The duckweed chuckled, then turned around and said, "whatever you want to say, you can say it. I promise, no eavesdropping."

Ji Lyric Mo stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the distance, snow capped, missing in the heart, a rush out, unconsciously red eyes.

Take out the flute, put it on your mouth and blow it gently.

Du Cao sits on one side, silently watching the cold wind blowing Ji Lyric's clothes, listening to the familiar melody, and smiling gently. I don't know why, she has some heartache for the 13-year-old boy in front of her.

After the song was finished, Ji Lyric had already been in tears, mumbling: "Dad, mom, I miss you so much."

There was a strong wind on the mountain. Du Cao didn't hear Ji's words, but clearly saw Ji's tears. He stood up, took out his handkerchief and wiped away Ji's tears. He said gently: "when you are in the new year, you can't cry any more, or you will cry for a year next year."

Ji Shumo grabbed Du Cao's hand: "my father taught me that song just now. He said that he fell in love with my mother at first sight, and he used it to please my mother."

It's a song of love.

Du grass gently smile: "your father is really affectionate."

"My father also said that this tune can only be played to the beloved." Ji Lyric Mo looks at Du Cao's eyes seriously, full of deep feeling.

Beloved?

Du Cao Leng for a while, and then, pretending to joke at Ji Lyric Mo: "you are young, know what is the beloved?"

"Before I met you, I didn't know. Now, I know." Ji Shumo's voice is low, with endless tenderness. Looking at Du Cao's eyes is more like melting people.

Du Cao was a little flustered by this look: "Xiao Mo, it's time for us to go back, it's time for... Dinner."

"Grass, I said, I like you, I love you, I want to have children with you, stay with you all my life." Ji Shumo grabs the ducao who wants to escape, and his face is full of seriousness: "I'm very serious, and I'm sure that in this life, I have to be you."

"Small ink, you are still small, a lot of things, you don't understand, you..." Du Cao some flustered, subconsciously refused.

"I'm sober, I know what I'm saying and doing, duckweed, I only want you, only you, do you hear me?" Ji Lyric Mo pressed step by step, did not give Du Cao the opportunity to avoid.