Traveling through the farmhouse: farming and making a fortune and raising cubs

Lin He was awakened by the feeling of weightlessness. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was actually being picked up by Li Changhui.

Before she could ask, Li Changhui put her down: "The temperature has dropped. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'm about to take you back to your room."

We are already an old couple, and we don’t need to blush or feel our heart beat even if we hug them.

Lin He stretched out: "How long have I been sleeping? Why does it feel like it's almost getting dark?"

"An hour."

He stayed by the side all the time, worried that something might happen to Lin He while he was sleeping.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, Lin He's face was very pale and colorless when he was sleeping. He used to think that Lin He had a special constitution.

I didn't expect it to be a special physique, but that's not a good thing.

Forget it if he didn't know before. Ever since Dr. Liu checked Lin He's pulse, Li Changhui had always been worried about something unexpected happening to Lin He.

If Lin He hadn't insisted, he would have wanted to return to Beijing directly after taking Doctor Liu's pulse.

But Li Changhui did not express these worries, and he did not want Lin He to have any psychological burden because of his worries.

However, Li Changhui seemed to underestimate Lin He's sensitivity, or in other words, Lin He was not as careless as he appeared.

So, after stretching, Lin He suddenly leaned on Li Changhui's arm.

"Brother Hui, actually you don't have to worry all day long. I feel bad for you. You are losing weight day by day."

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Li Changhui's shoulder.

Her behavior was completely considered teasing.

Li Changhui's muscles tensed up for a moment, and then quickly relaxed and said naturally: "You know everything?"

Lin He squinted his eyes and nodded: "I'm not blind. If you stare at me all day long, I can feel it, okay?"

"Don't worry. I know my body well. Even if it looks serious, it's actually nothing serious. Even if it continues like this, I can live to be 80 or [-] years old."

Li Changhui put the thin quilt on Lin He's shoulders: "But this year, you are more afraid of the cold than in previous years."

This is why Li Changhui is so worried.

Lin He's health seemed to be worse than before.

However, Lin He looked at him even more surprised: "It's colder this year than in previous years, didn't you know?"

Li Changhui paused: "Colder?"

Lin He was speechless: "Many people outside are talking about it. People who work in the fields and people who set up stalls in the city say that this year is much colder than in previous years, and it may even snow."

If she had known that Li Changhui was worried about this, she would, she would, well, still have to explain.

"You go to the fields every day and look around. Haven't you noticed that the frost this year has come more than half a month earlier than in previous years? Now the temperature is almost the same as the cold winter in previous years. I'm not made of iron, so of course I will Afraid of the cold."

After that, he looked at Li Changhui again. Although it was not exaggerated to wear single clothes in the winter, the clothes on Li Changhui were similar to what they wore in early autumn.

A pure cotton lining and a slightly thicker gray coat.

Lin He stared at the collar of Li Changhui's chest thoughtfully: "But seriously, Brother Hui, why are you wearing only so much this winter? Your hands are still warm. It's really not cold. In the past winter, why did you have to wear it?" Wear a thin cotton-padded jacket.”

Li Changhui is not afraid of the cold, probably because of his martial arts training. In winter, he wears similar clothes to others in autumn. When it is the coldest and coldest, he only wears a thin cotton-padded jacket.

If Lin He wasn't afraid of the cold, he wouldn't even have to cover himself with a quilt, let alone warm himself over the fire.

Li Changhui didn't expect this to be the reason, and because he was always worried about Lin He, he ignored his own changes.

Lin He's palm moved up, and his fingers touched the scar on Li Changhui's face.Since Xie Jinrong came here, she pretended to buy ointment to remove scars. In fact, she was using her spiritual power to slowly drain out the toxins from Li Changhui's scar.

It has been a few months now, and the effect is obvious. The original dark scar has become much lighter in color, which should be due to the reduction of toxins.

Lin He thought thoughtfully: "Is it because your wound is slowly getting better and your body is getting better too, so you are no longer afraid of the cold?"

These words made Li Changhui pause, and then he sighed slightly, shook his head helplessly, and held Lin He's fingertips.

"I'm confused, maybe it's really me."

Li Changhui never mentioned that he had been poisoned. Regardless of the scar on his face, his body was also seriously damaged and there were many hidden injuries.

It can be said that when he returned to Xiang'an Village, it was all because of his internal strength.

But over the years, the hidden wounds in his body have been repaired bit by bit. Because of the slow speed, Li Changhui only slowly noticed it after a long time.

He originally thought that it might be due to his cultivation and recuperation in the past few years. After all, most of the hidden wounds back then were left on the battlefield.

I have lived a comfortable life in the past few years. I eat and drink enough every day and have nothing to worry about. My body will naturally take care of itself.

But now, Li Changhui suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Is this your ointment?" Li Changhui rarely showed a surprised expression.

"Is this the secret recipe you were talking about?"

Lin He shrugged: "Who knows, anyway, I'm fine and so are you. Isn't that good? Don't make a fuss every day and scare yourself."

As he spoke, he pulled off the thin quilt on his body and prepared to put it back into the room. As soon as he turned around, he was pulled by Li Changhui's slightly strong hand.

Lin He turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Li Changhui felt strange today.

Li Changhui pursed his lips slightly: "Can you really guarantee that you can live to be seven or eighty years old?"

Lin He laughed out loud: "Brother Hui, you are almost thirty years old, why are you acting like a child today?"

How can you ask someone about whether they can live to be 80 or [-] years old?

Li Changhui insisted: "If you live to be 80, I will live to be 90."

After a pause, he continued: "I'll accompany you."

Lin He blinked. Could this person want to say, "You stay with me?"

childish.

A little moved.

"Okay, I promise you, I will definitely live to be 80 years old."

Although such a guarantee was actually useless, Li Changhui obviously found it useful and even nodded to indicate that the two had agreed.

In this way, Li Changhui was finally willing to let go. Lin He shook his head helplessly and turned back to the room to put down the quilt.

Something like 89 or ten is too rare for people in this era.

However, Lin He felt that it was not impossible.

As long as nothing happens, as long as she keeps living near the forest, as long as she can keep absorbing spiritual power from the forest.

Spiritual power can improve her body, and it can also help Li Changhui cultivate himself. Isn't it just a matter of living a few more years? It's not 100 years. What's impossible?