Uncle Huang loves me to the bone

Chapter 431 Is he also reborn?
Yu Qinghuan said nothing, rubbed his hands, and held Chang Sun Tao's cheek: "I'm fine, you have to think about yourself."

Changsun Tao obediently rubbed his hand on her hand: "Think about Yan Yan first, and then think about yourself."

The person in front of him had messy hair, rough skin, and more handsome and profound facial features, but his eyes were so clear, with her shadow reflected all over them.

Yu Qinghuan took his head and pressed her forehead against his, gently rubbing her nose against the tip of his nose: "Cao Cao, it's great to have you!"

For Yang Qian, who had been abused all the way, he initially scorned such things. Although he was a man in the world, he still had the idea of ​​​​men being superior to women. He had seen Sun Tao serve his wife so spinelessly, and he felt somewhat disapproving of it.

However, now, he gradually no longer finds this scene dazzling. Whenever he sees the young couple caring and supporting each other, and seeing the man who dotes on his wife no matter how good or bad his brain is, showing his attentiveness in front of Miss Chu, he only feels warm. , reassuring warmth.

In the years to come, when he faced the temptation of Baihua, as long as he thought of this couple, he would stop all the messy thoughts, and all he could think of was his old wife who had been by his side through thick and thin.

Yu Qinghuan ignored Yang Qian's eyes. After getting along these days, she found that her interpretation of Yang Qian when they first met was a little too much.

Yang Qian is actually a frank man. He is armed to the teeth, but eating is his only weakness.

In Yanzhou, a place he was unfamiliar with, Yu Qinghuan didn't want to be separated from Yang Qian from the bottom of his heart. This guy had a chance, and being with him would give him more protection.

So she used a little trick to get Yang Qian to follow her.

While he was meditating, there was a head shaking in front of him. Yu Qinghuan patted his head. Her eyes and voice unconsciously became extra gentle: "Cao Cao, please take off your outer clothes quickly to prevent the cold air from entering your body."

Changsun Tao stood up obediently, but instead of taking off his coat in a hurry, he went to the kitchen.

Because he was too tired, Yang Qian collapsed on the bed and couldn't get up. Although Yu Qinghuan's eyes had killed him many times, he remained indifferent.

Soon, a basin of freshly lit charcoal fire was brought to Yu Qinghuan, followed by a basin of hot water, and finally a few warm steamed buns.

"Yan Yan, scald your hands and feet with water before eating." Changsun Tao squatted down again, held Yu Qinghuan's hand, and put it into the water with a moderate temperature. After cleaning her hands, he put her feet in.

Yu Qinghuan pulled him over and said, "Cao Cao is also soaked."

Changsun Tao smiled, he was very obedient and as bright as the sun.

He pulled a chair over, quickly took off his shoes, and put his feet in.

Under a dim light, Yu Qinghuan's feet were white, round, delicate and exquisite.

Changsun Tao couldn't help but pinch it with his toes, causing Yu Qinghuan to scream.

"Crap! Wash well!"

Changsun Tao drooped his head for a moment, just like a puppy drooping its ears when being scolded.

Yu Qinghuan sighed and stretched out his feet: "Pinch, pinch, pinch!"

Changsun Tao laughed again instantly, which was really hilarious.

Yang Qian turned his back to them and cursed in a low voice: "You bitch man and woman!" Then he went to the kitchen to fetch water.

After soaking their hands and feet to warm them, the three of them nibbled on the still-warm steamed buns with a bowl of hot water. As the firecrackers exploded, the village began the "New Year" activity.

This is the custom of the Qin Dynasty. In the second half of the night on New Year's Eve, firecrackers are blasted continuously to drive back the "Nian Beast" that descends from the earth. When daybreak, everyone bids farewell to the old year and welcomes the new year, and enters the new year.

After eating the steamed buns, Yang Qian went to bed and muttered: "The owner of this house is really strange. He is still forging iron during the Chinese New Year, and he seems to know that we are coming. He has even prepared food and accommodation."

Just as Yu Qinghuan was about to speak, the sound of forging outside stopped, and a female voice sounded intermittently, mixed with the sound of firecrackers one after another.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, can you open the door?"

"Xiu'er wants to see you." Yang Qian suddenly became energetic and jumped up from the bed: "I like this kind of drama about the two lovers the most."

Goodness!
After being frustrated for more than half a month, he finally saw a normal pair!
Yang Qian opened the door a small crack and looked outside. Standing at the door was a woman in yellow clothes. She was beautiful and looked like a little girl. She was quite pretty in this village.

Zhang Yuan's hammering sound stopped. At some point, he had already walked to the door, opened it, and asked the woman in yellow expressionlessly: "What are you doing here?"

"I...the second grade of junior high school is my day, and I want to see you one last time." The woman in yellow pinched her sleeves anxiously and uneasily, her face was extremely pale, and her voice was broken, as if she had countless endless grievances. .

"You've seen me, let's go!" After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, seeing that the woman in yellow named Xiu'er didn't leave, he closed the courtyard door with a bang and returned to the blacksmithing kitchen.

Xiu'er stood at the door and did not leave immediately. She put her hand on the door knocker, but did not have the courage to knock it open again.

She stood there for a long time, and finally turned around and left in despair.

Zhang Yuanxiu'er left, squatted on the ground and cried softly. The cry was suppressed at first, and gradually became heartbreaking.

It seems to cry out a man's humbleness and cowardice, as well as his helplessness in not getting what he wants.

It was as if he met a woman who wanted to take care of him for the rest of his life when he was at his most youthful age, but he had nothing, could not give his beloved girl a crown of glory, could not protect her from wind and rain, so he could only humbly give up his love. People watch her become someone else's bride, and then lick their wounds alone, and comfort themselves that she is fine and happy.

Yang Qian waved his hand and closed the door. After cursing "coward", he lay down on the bed, snoring loudly for a while.

No one went out to take care of Zhang Yuan. That was his own business and no one was qualified to interfere.

Yu Qinghuan's hands clenched and relaxed, and finally everything became calm.

Changsun Tao glanced around the room and saw a simple cabinet set up against the wall. He took it and placed it between their beds and Yang Qian's to prevent Yang Qian from coveting Yan Yan's sleeping position. Then he climbed onto the bed and put Yan Yan's Take it into your arms.

"Yan Yan, Cao Cao has a lot to say to you. If you say one sentence in one night, you can talk for a long time. Before Cao Cao finishes speaking, Yan Yan, you have to sleep with Cao Cao."

"Then what do you want to say?"

"I want to say casually that Yan Yan is very beautiful, just like the deer we met in the forest. Her eyes are dark and there seems to be stars in them."

"Cao Cao is also the most handsome man I have ever seen."

"Yan Yan's mouth is so sweet, I have to pay for it with a mouthful."

Yu Qinghuan put her hand against his leaning head and asked him softly: "Cao Cao, have you been feeling uncomfortable in any way recently? Does your body hurt?"

Changsun Tao hesitated for a while and said: "Yan Yan, Cao Cao seems to have had many dreams, but he doesn't remember them. But Cao Cao knows that you are in the dream."

"Don't you have any impression of Cao Cao?"

Chang Sun Tao looked embarrassed: "Yan Yan, Cao Cao, can you not say it? Cao Cao doesn't want to say it, for fear that it will become true. Cao Cao doesn't want Yan Yan to die, and he doesn't want Yan Yan to be buried alive!"

As he spoke, Chang Sun Tao buried his head in Yu Qinghuan's neck, holding her waist and not letting go.

dead.

Buried alive.

Changsun Tao didn't know how much impact his answer gave her.

Her heart was beating wildly and she was beyond shocked.

Could it be that Changsun Tao also had a second life like her?
Is that...possible?

(End of this chapter)