Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 112 Life
Qin Yanfeng looked at the lake in a daze.

In his two lifetimes, he has only held a writing brush and long sword in his right hand, and this is the first time he has held a fishing rod.

But fishing should not be difficult.

Qin Yanfeng caught earthworms in the nearby soil as bait, threw out the fishing rod, and waited for the fish to take the bait.This waited for the whole afternoon, and the bamboo basket was still empty.

I don't know what went wrong, I obviously felt that the fishing line was being pulled, but when I lifted the rod and looked, the earthworms were eaten, but the fish disappeared.

Seeing the sunset in the west, Qin Yanfeng had no choice but to wander around the lake, relying on his sharp eyesight and quick hands, knocked one of them unconscious with a sword, so he didn't return empty-handed.

Qin Yanfeng carried the bamboo basket and returned to the water dock angrily.

Before I approached, I saw the small courtyard amidst the green mountains surrounded by smoke, the rays of the sun were cast from the side of the mountains, and half of the sky was colored orange red.

Jiang Xian sat on a small stool in a jingchai cloth skirt, mending clothes, her hair hanging softly by her ears, and the water flowed beautifully.Fingers like slicing onions are threading needles and threads on the clothes, and wrists are as white as frost, clean and beautiful.

Qin Yanfeng couldn't help slowing down, for fear that the sound of footsteps would affect the tranquility here.

Just at that moment, Jiang Xian raised her head and smiled, "Are you back? How many fish did you catch?" She hurriedly put down her needlework, stood up from the stool, walked quickly to Qin Yanfeng, and went to get the bamboo basket in his hand .

Qin Yanfeng dodged his fingers, not daring to meet her gaze.

Jiang Xian weighed the bamboo basket and felt it was too light. When she looked inside, she found only a palm-sized crucian carp lying in it pitifully.

She was stunned for a moment before reacting.

It's all because of the preconceived impression of Qin Yanfeng that he usually has a strong martial arts, and fishing is not a problem. Unexpectedly, these are completely different things.

Although the other party's face was covered by the mask, Jiang Xian could feel that he was embarrassed all over.

At this time, Qin Yanfeng was very different from his previous cold and indifferent appearance, Jiang Xian couldn't help but want to laugh.

She looked relaxed, raised her eyes and said softly: "I like crucian carp the most, and the soup is delicious."

Qin Yanfeng lowered his eyelashes, "But there is only one."

"It doesn't take much to make the soup, it's enough to have a good taste." Jiang Xian turned around and walked to the stove with the bamboo basket in hand, and Qin Yanfeng followed her step by step.He caught a glimpse of the clothes thrown on the stool, and found that it was the black dark pattern jacket he had worn before.

Qin Yanfeng's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you sewing clothes for me just now?"

"Ah... I saw that your clothes were torn, so I mended them." Jiang Xian tied her tongue.

She wouldn't tell Qin Yanfeng that she was bored and wanted to find something to practice with. She just saw his clothes being torn by branches, so she tried it.

Qin Yanfeng's heart was warm, and he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

He picked up the shirt and was about to change it tomorrow, only to find that the place Jiang Xian sewed for him was twisted into a ball, the stitches were rough and crooked, and the smile froze on his lips.

... She sewed it with her feet, right?
Jiang Xian was still there happily, "No thanks, no thanks, it's a little effort."

Qin Yanfeng couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Xian grabbed the coveted items from the bamboo basket and cleaned them up neatly for later use.Then he told Qin Yanfeng while chopping onion and ginger: "In fact, fishing is very simple. Skill is one aspect, and more is luck. If luck is good, the hook can be caught even if it is straight. If luck is bad, no matter how good the nest is. No fish showed up..."

"What is nesting?"

"It is to spread the bait widely in the place where the pole is thrown to attract more fish." Jiang Xian's father likes fishing, and she has been familiar with it, and she also knows some fishing steps.

Qin Yanfeng understood, "Just tell me earlier."

He decided to try again tomorrow, not believing that he could not catch a fish!

Jiang Xian's hands are not good at embroidery, but they are very dexterous in cooking.

Before it was dark, she finished frying the cabbage, served a pot of snow-white radish and fish soup, and had a good meal with rice in bamboo tubes.

The food is simple, but Jiang Xian is very satisfied.

Compared to eating and waiting to die in the deep courtyard of the Yuguo Mansion, it is more meaningful to have a courtyard with a quiet environment and be self-sufficient.If possible, Jiang Xian hopes that she can live here, plant fields, raise chickens, make a fortune and enjoy a leisurely life.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Xian sat at the gate of the water dock and hummed softly.

Qin Yanfeng leaned against the door frame and gently wiped the sharp silver blade with a cotton cloth. Hearing the familiar tune of "Bodhisattva Man", he couldn't help but startled.

He was very surprised that Jiang Xian, a spoiled and well-fed lady, quickly adapted to the life in the countryside and mountain village.

"Feel like you're happy?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xian couldn't express her feelings.

How can you be happy running for your life?It's just that compared to being trapped in a deep house and compound, she feels free among the mountains and rivers.

The evening wind gently brushed the strands of blue hair on the side of her face.

Jiang Xian rested her chin on her hands, looked at the gradually dimming sky, and suddenly smiled, "I just feel that this is my life."

It's not Ye Hexuan's life, but Jiang Xian's life.

(End of this chapter)