It’s Not Too Late to Meet Again After Rebirth

Lin Murai ’s bed skills were not deep enough, and it was n’t long before Han Xun “digged” out of the bed. Han Xun saw that he had no spirit. He simply took all those things to the bed, thoughtfully for Lin Mosheng to make good porridge, if not Lin Mo refused, and he all fed directly.

"You ordered a meal at Yuhua Building?" Lin Mo took the first sip and tasted the familiar taste. Yuhualou's porridge is recognized as the best stew. When he was with Chen Junxi, Chen Junxi always loved to order food there. After a few years of eating, the taste was so familiar that he would never forget it.

Han Xun smiled: "Can you taste it?"

"Let you drink it for a few years and you can taste it." Lin Mo pinched a piece of winter melon, biting it lightly, powdering and fragrant, still the taste in memory.

Han Xun paused for a moment, then realized that Chen Junxi took him to this restaurant at first. The specialty dishes in the store are delicious. The various porridges are especially well stewed. It is close to here. He has been there several times. . Thinking that Lin Mo should have eaten more liquid food, I ordered a meal, and now I'm back to the taste. I suddenly overturned the old vinegar for decades. The honey spit roast is like sauerkraut that has been pickled in the mouth for several years. Similar.

"Since you're tired of it, I won't be booking there again next time." Han Xun stared at Lin Mo closely, his hair tingling with sour gas.

"Well, whatever you want." Lin Mo ate a piece of cabbage, which was delicious and refreshing. The ingredients in the soup were more authentic than him, and the taste was naturally better.

Han Xun had eaten several pieces of barbecued pork in succession, and the sourness in his heart was still lingering. He said for a moment, "Lin Xiaomo, if you teach me to cook porridge, I promise to make it taste better than the outside. I ordered a meal outside. "Lin Xiaomo lived with Chen Junxi in Beijing for more than ten years. Maybe he would recall his memories in any store, so he might as well make it for him. What Lin Xiaomo will remember in the future is his taste, Chen Junxi or something, how far it rolls. After all, Han Xiaoren is a cautious eye, and can't wait to mark Lin Mo inside and out.

Lin Mo looked at him in surprise, then smiled and shook his head: "Just you? Or forget it." People who can disgust themselves by washing a dish, and also expect him to learn to cook?

"Hey, Lin Xiaomo, don't look down on people. It's difficult to cook. As long as I want to learn, I can't."

Lin Mo was not good at attacking his enthusiasm, so he said: "You can buy this recipe first and see for yourself. You can really learn one or two dishes inside. I will consider whether to teach you or not."

"You have to check my qualifications first?" Han Xun dissatisfied.

"Of course, save yourself teaching a stupid apprentice and smash your own signboard."

"Lin Xiaomo, who are you stupid?" Han Xun was quite dissatisfied. Just making a dish, how hard could it be? Isn't it just to stir up the speculation and add some seasonings, can he do such a simple thing?

"Who should be who." Han Xiaoren's dish? Lin Mo tilted the corner of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of expectation in his heart.

The little unpleasantness brought by the memories soon disappeared in the play of the two. Lin Mo really had no appetite. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he said that he would not eat anything. Han Xun's 'exercise' in the afternoon consumed a lot of energy. His stomach was hungry early, and finally a large table of dishes all entered his stomach. .

Han Xun regards this courtyard as his small nest with Lin Mo. After the courtyard was built, he never brought anyone in again, nor did he intend to hire a servant in the future. Just kidding, he didn't want anyone to disturb him and Lin Xiaomo's two-person world. He usually has a little housework at home, he can do it himself, and then ask the housekeeping company to do some house cleaning and flower maintenance for them regularly. Pay for some big light bulbs to squat at home, unless he has something wrong with his brain.

After eating, Han Xun cleaned a table and bowl very consciously, and then went to the courtyard with Lin Mo to cool off.

"You sit here first, I'll pick a few fruits." Han Xun pulled Lin Mo down to sit under the gazebo covered with wisteria flowers, and he moved a long wooden ladder out of the utility room to stand On one of the fruit-only fruit trees, two steps were taken, and a short time later, a plastic bag was picked from the top of the tree. Son.

An ancient pressurized water well was left in the corner of the yard. Han Xun shook several times, and a cool well water slowly flowed out. Lin Mo watched as Han Xun crouched there and carefully washed the fruit, his heart burst into warmth, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Taste it quickly, I think it's more delicious than the ones sold outside." Han Xun chose a color look that looked best and sent it to Lin Mo's mouth.

Lin Mo took a bite with his hand before taking the fruit. This is less than August. It is the growth period of the only fruit. The fruit is still pure blue, and the size is not big. It is better than sour and crisp. It is indeed not worse than that sold outside.

"How about, I didn't lie to you?"

Lin Mo nodded: "It's not bad. When the pears and dates are ripe, please send them back to Xiaoshu. He likes to eat these."

"Oh." Han Xiaoren didn't want to answer at all, plus the expected "praise" was not received, and his face was a bit stinky.

Lin Mo glanced at him: "Not happy?"

Han Xiaoren is kind enough to say: "Who said I am not happy? Your brother is my younger brother. Give him something to eat. Who dares not be happy?"

Lin Mo smiled and said: "If you have a little conscience, I will let my grandma and dad let me bring you so many things."

"Really?" Han Xun's eyes lit up.

"All in that box."

What kind of bacon, sausage, kimchi, pickles, honey, salted duck eggs, etc., a lot of mess, even the chili noodles and bean paste are packed in several cans.

"I said, why is your box so heavy, shouldn't grandma prepare to move the whole house over?" Han Xun stared at the floor with dumbfounded eyes.

"They want to send you some souvenirs, but I'm afraid that I'm not used to eating things here, and there are still a few large boxes of things that are still checked on the road, and I will pick them up at the train station in two days."

"Why didn't you also check this box?" Han Xun thought Lin Mo's small body dragged such a big box of things to take the plane, and it didn't work.

"This box is already the lightest. Grandma said that she couldn't go empty-handed on the first day, so she had to drag the box." Lin Mo sighed, really thought he wanted to take it?

"What's the relationship between us, we still have to worry about these?" Han Xun poked Lin Mo's forehead with the advantage of height. After receiving a white eye, he accused him of withdrawing his hand. Honestly obey the command of the 'leadership' and put this huge pile of things into categories.

Lin Mo's spirit is not very good, and his waist and legs are soft, and there is some pain in an embarrassing place. After finishing these, he simply rinsed and returned to the room to sleep. While taking advantage of Lin Mo's washing, Han Xun heated up the medicine again, took a smallest jade stick and put it in a delicate box, and took it back to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lin Mo, I didn't think about how to speak for a long time.

"Something?" Lin Mo asked, looking at Ai Ai in his period.

Han Xun sternly said: "Mo Mo, do you still remember the new prescription I told you?"

Lin Mo thought of the medicines that Han Xun had sent him before, and his face was not very good. In fact, compared with his previous life, his body is much better. Occasionally, he has a fever and a cold. It is a physical problem. The weakness caused by his mother's womb can't help. He usually pays more attention to it, and there is no big problem at all.

Han Xun immediately saw the resistance on Lin Mo's face. He was busy playing the railway while it was hot: "I'm looking for an ancient palace this time. The effect is particularly good, and it is for external use. Don't worry about drinking it." He said softly, his voice With a bit of bleakness, "Mo Mo, you see that I have chased you for two lifetimes, and I finally chased you back. Without me, I really can't live, you just think of me and promise me to use this prescription. The body is well-cultivated and we can live happily and happily all the time, is it okay? "Thinking of Lin Mo's death in his last life, Han Xun's eyes were red without wearing clothes.

Lin Mo subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but when he saw Han Xun's red eyes, his heart was so soft that he yelled softly and nodded obediently.

Han Xun was afraid of his repentance. He immediately took out the box and took out the jade stick. Lin Mo looked confused, and there was a bad hunch in his heart. He asked, "What is this?"

"Medicine jade." Han Xun pinched the jade stick and explained in a serious way: "This is polished from the finest sheep fat white jade, soaked in the medicine juice boiled by the ancient prescription, and after it has fully absorbed the effect of the medicine, put it in Inside the body, the body will automatically absorb the medicinal effects of Yuli, and it can play a very magical maintenance role after long-term use. "

Lin Mo is not a fool. The weird style of the jade stick is still put in his body. Where can he put it except for the place where he is shy?

"Very magical effect? ​​How magical?" Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and asked in a bad tone.

Han Xun dared to continue to coax: "It's quite magical, not only can regulate the body, but also maintain youthfulness. Momo, you try it, if it works, we use it, if we don't work, we throw them all away, okay? ? "

"Why don't you try it first, and then I can use it if it works?" If you do n’t ask yourself about Han Xun and know that it ’s good for him, it ’s definitely not humiliating him. Instead, anyone else tells him this way, he definitely turns his face. Even so, he couldn't help feeling a sense of humiliation.

Seeing that it was not soft, Han Xun immediately increased his tone: "Lin Xiaomo! Do you want to be wayward again? How did you just promise me?"

Lin Mo was too lazy to take care of him, and pulled himself directly over the quilt to cover himself.

Han Xun can rely on him in other matters, but he has no room for any discussion on his health. He put the jade stick aside, holding Lin Mo directly, using brute force to turn him over his leg, grasping him with one hand, lifting the quilt with one hand, ignoring his staggered legs, and chopping him loose Pajamas.

"Small Han, you let me go." Lin Mo was ashamed and annoyed, and the tears were coming out of the quilt.

Han Xun pressed him to death, staring at his white and tender ass, almost bleeding nose. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind, picked up the medicine jade on hand, and carefully cramed into the tender core hidden in the middle, while comforting: "Obey, this thing is not itchy and painless, as we two know It ’s not shameful. And it ’s also for conditioning your body. We wo n’t need it when you get better later. ”The smallest jade stick is thinner than usual bamboo chopsticks, so it ’s easy to stuff it in. The weird plug design just happens to be inside the jjj, and the tight jjj wraps it up, so there is no need to worry about the medicine jade falling out.

After finishing it, Han Xun put Lin Mo on his pants and found that Lin Mo was not struggling. He hurriedly pulled out of the bed, but he saw tears all over his face. Where did he see Lin Mo's tears so sad, his heart suddenly cold.

At this moment, Han Xun's cell phone suddenly rang, and when he picked it up, he was called by his brother Han Zijie. After picking it up, Brother Han made a phone call in the afternoon, and then he got through. He first scolded Han Xun, and said concisely that the old man, the old lady, and his five-month-old son had already boarded a plane from Z Come to accompany Han Xun's 20th birthday, and then take a look at the great mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Han Xun put down the phone, and for a long time he didn't return to his mind, only four words were floating in his head: the sky is dead, too.

The author has something to say: This is yesterday's part. It is late for something to come back today. The update is late. I'm sorry, baby ~~ try to be as early as possible tomorrow