MTL - Assassin Farmer-~ 050 Borrowing wine

The two brought home together. Under Lin Shizhen’s insistence, Su Shui entered the bedroom for a lunch break. She thought that she would not sleep well. When she woke up, she was already slanting.

Sitting on the bed and patted his forehead, he couldn’t help but scream: "It’s getting more and more sleep."

"Wake up?" Lin Siyu, who had just sat down in the hall and drank a cup of tea, heard the movement coming in, and asked with a smile.

"Well. Auntie, are you busy?". Su Shuiyu saw that he had taken off his robe and held his sleeves high. The neat is like what he is doing.

"Yeah." Lin Siyi nodded, but his lips were light, but he refused to tell her what he was doing.

Su Shuiqi was not eager to ask. After spending several months with him and getting married for a few days, he has gradually become familiar with his temperament. Whatever the reason, as long as he does not want to say more, he will reply with "Hm".

She didn't know what pattern he liked, and the new clothes before him were sewn according to the embroidery that the older brother liked. Nowadays, the two are both husband and wife, and their preferences are always slow to the heart.

"All good." Lin Siwei pulled her to sit in front of the dressing table and made a messy hair for her.

"All good? Didn't you like it?". Su Shuiyu looked at him through the blurry bronze mirror.

"No." It should be said that he never thought about the pattern on the clothes. The most suitable clothes for the killer are the black clothes of the whole body. Even if it is a special costume of Feng Yaoge, it is only on the right arm that there is an exclusive badge of the Fengyao Pavilion - the golden eagle embroidered.

"Auntie..." Su Shuiqi hurriedly turned and pulled down Lin Shizhen's hand and held it tightly. She was flustered by the coldness of Sen.

"I'm fine." Lin Si passed her and let her lean on her. Gently caressing her slender back and appeasing her flustered mood because of her own memories.

Those are already past tense. Today, he is Lin Sizhen, the aunt in her mouth, and no longer the horror of the gods in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, he will not forget the Fengyao Pavilion.

After all, there was a place to rest for the last time in his decades. The old man’s life-saving and gracefulness will be remembered in his heart. The new cabinet owner’s pursuit and destruction will also be remembered.

Today's Feng Yaoge and himself are counted as both grievances and grievances. He won't go back. Of course, if the wind and the cliff are no longer ambiguous and will not let go of himself, he will never tolerate it again.

Life, once again is enough. Moreover, his current life is hers.

............

"Auntie, this is..." Su Shuiyu looked at the newly added round stone table under the cherry tree in the North Courtyard. The tabletop was made of a large bluestone slab, which was also carved. A chess figure. Around the stone table, there are four round stone benches of the same material.

"This is why you are busy for an afternoon?" She glanced at him and snorted. Actually still refuse to tell myself

"I want to give you a surprise." Lin Siqi raised his eyebrows. How can she not only have many surprises, but she is not very angry with herself?

"Yeah, look at yourself, and make so many blisters on your hands." She found out when she was holding his big hand indoors. It was only because of his sudden coldness that he panicked and forgot about it. Now I saw the set of slate tables and benches in front of me.

"I don't get in the way." Lin Siyu took back his hand and took her shoulder, letting her sit on a stone bench that had been laid with a straw cushion. "Here, we can enjoy the moon at night."

"Is it because of this, is it rushed to build it today?". Su Shuiqi pulled his hand in pain.

"Of course not. I thought about it the day I just moved in. I just haven't found the right slate." Lin Si smiled at her and felt the pity she showed up inadvertently.

"Is it right here?" She sighed with annoyance. Are you sleeping dead? He built a stone table stone bench in the yard, and he didn't even hear the sound.

"No." Lin Siyu shook his head and looked at her expression to know what she was thinking. He explained: "I found it in the foothills of Xiufeng yesterday morning. It was naturally played there. It was just moved back and installed." On the morning of the morning exercise, ample afternoon, enough for him to complete the sturdy bluestone bench.

"I won't do this next time. Is there anything that matters? But you... in short, don't allow this..." She sobbed soothyly in his hand with some blisters of blisters, and distressedly wanted to cry.

Lin Siwei sighed and took her into her arms. This silly woman actually has no so-called blisters in her hand. It seems that in the future, when I have finished my work, I have to check the whole body up and down, lest she catch the beans from the head.

He couldn't help but lean over and kissed the crystal of her eyes one by one, and lowered her comfort: "It's really okay, leeches. These are nothing to me." The big fatal wounds have passed. These are really nothing.

"That doesn't work." She was annoyed that he didn't pay attention: "It used to be before, it is different now." Now, he is her husband, she is the day she wants to rely on for a lifetime. She did not allow him to care so much about his own body.

"Where is it different?" He smiled low and wanted to hear her say.

"Of course it is different..." She just wanted to have the courage to say to him what she had thought before, but it swept his pair of smiling eyes, and the unspoken words suddenly turned into a fist-handed hand. His thick chest.

"Water Margin..." Lin Si took her hand in awkwardly, stole a scent in her lips, and softly suggested: "Hey, let's prepare for the evening."

When he said this, Su Shuizhen was shocked that the sun had already entered the Xishan Mountain. It was already dusk. The sky in the east faintly sees a faint round moon, intertwined with the white clouds and the scarlet slanting Hui, suddenly flickering, flickering.

............

On the new stone table, put the candles, incense, moon cakes, and fruits that are ready to be served.

Ignite long incense and candles, in the quiet night, it seems more and more silent.

Lin Siyu brought a pair of Sushui 潋 in the study room to spare the bamboo cover of the rice paper, and gently covered the pair of candle holders that were suddenly swelled and screamed with tears. I feel a lot warmer.

"Auntie, the soup group is good, where to eat?" Su Shui 潋 潋 绛 的 的 的 的 的 的 的 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋 潋

The group’s round jujube dumplings were made by Su Shuiyu when he came back from the city a few days ago.

Originally, I wanted to make a stuffing, but unfortunately I couldn’t buy sesame seeds. I could only smash the mature jujube after the house into a mud, mix it with the red bean paste from the labor, sprinkle with the frosting sugar, and scent the sweet silk. The jujube stuffing was done as soon as the glutinous rice was diluted with cold water and then mixed into a large dough, and then picked into small dumplings to wrap the dumplings. She won't, but I have seen them wrapped up.

Under the guidance of her words and the reality of the rotten rot of a few broths, Lin Sizhen quickly grasped the key points. At half an hour, he wrapped a large group of glutinous rice noodles into a large plate for a total of 58 pieces. The perfect soup group with the same shape and size.

What does this mean? Talent? Su Shuiqi put away the astonishment and slight shame, calmly and half-sently distributed half to the labor, thanks to her friendly sponsored red bean paste. Then, in the corner where Lin Sizhen could not see, he grinned silently: it seems that the killer is not inferior to the cook.

............

"When it is not good to drink, drink less." Lin Siyu helplessly drunk some Sushui, indicating that she was sitting on a wooden bench.

After eating the gnocchi, they sat at the stone table and toasted at the moon. Sure enough, three cups of sweet-scented osmanthus brewed the belly, she was stunned and drunk.

"Auntie, do you believe that there is a soul in this world?" Su Shuiyan looked up at the round of the moon hanging in the sky, and complained low.

"Soul? Maybe." Lin Siyu also stretched his body and leaned back on the back of the chair, reaching for her to rest on her shoulder.

"Oh... you believed it... it’s so good..." Su Shui-soo took a nap and smelled the smell of the wine in his mouth. He couldn’t help but swear: "The sweet-scented osmanthus here is hard to drink..."

"I have been drinking before?" Lin Siyi looked down at her with amazement. It doesn't look like she is a drinker.

"Well... Big brother likes wine tasting... Big brother, he... Every time I go to a place, I will bring back the local specialties... I will meet a good atmosphere... I will invite us to drink a few cups together..." Su Shuiyu Squinting, my mind couldn't help but think of the situation of drinking wine with the big brother. She was drunk, but not completely drunk. However, by drunkenness, I can't help but spit out the words buried deep in my heart.

"Water Margin... Your former family..." Lin Siyu put his chin on her head and asked with a closed eye. He didn't want to listen to her family. He was just afraid. She was afraid that one day she would return to her noble family, which is a place where he once dismissed but could not afford it.

"Before? It’s just a cage bird, a frog at the bottom of the well... If it’s not a mother and a big brother... I think... I’m afraid that even the memories won’t be there again...” Su Shuiyan swallowed the bitterness that appeared at the bottom of his throat.

She never knew her existence, and she even caused such deep hatred for her mother and the otter. She hated to take her embroidery, even her life.

"Water Margin... I have a younger sister called Shuiyu... I am a half-mother... I always thought that she was only playing a little temper, and she had a small temper... but I didn’t think..." She whimpered and couldn’t say .

I thought that after the waking up in the big mountain, I was shocked and helpless. I thought that if the big wolf and the white tiger did not die, I thought that if there was no little pure snow, then I thought that if I didn’t save Lin Siyu... So, does that mean that I am very Is it possible to die no less than 100 times?