CH 71.1

"What happen to you? Are you so full from eating too much, or you’re feeling hot because you ate too much the fishy mutton?"

Xu He patted the dust on his thick jacket with a feather duster, if he didn't guard the meat stall, he could wear his thick jacket for a few more days. Cotton-padded clothe for winter was not suitable for frequent washing. It was easy to get knotted and not warm after washing too much, so he could stay lazy and didn't have to scrub and wash clothes everyday.

If it had the fishy smell of pork, if you wore it for a day without washing it, you would never want to wear it the next day. Nothing was good in winter, but you could take advantage of this alone.

He slapped Zhang Fangyuan's coat to remove the dust and hung it by the side. He glanced at the man who was lying on the bed, writhing like a cabbage worm, and shook his head helplessly. He was going to be a father, and he was still like that.

Zhang Fangyuan looked at Xu He while lying on his back with his face propped up, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Can you say this kind of thing on the bright side? No matter how fishy the mutton is, it won't be so fishy once you marinate it with ginger juice. "

"Why don't you treat me too?"

"Ginger juice can treat mutton but not you."

Xu He covered the lampshade he bought back, so that the wind wouldn’t blow out the candles at night, and the tips of his ears became hot: "You keep talking nonsense when I talk to you seriously, I don't want to talk to you."

"Don't." Zhang Fang Yuan got up from the bed: "Are you not going to sleep?"

"It gets dark early in winter, go to bed early and get enough sleep before dawn. I tossed and turned on the bed and couldn’t fall asleep. I don’t go to the city anymore, and it’s hard to lie on the bed all the time with nothing to do. "

Xu He took out the sewing basket from the drawer. He was not good at needlework, as if his fingers were too long to be flexible. The embroidered clothes and shoes he made were not as beautiful as those made by his second sister.

Even so, he still wanted to make some close-fitting clothes for his cub himself. There were not many shops selling children's clothes in the city, and most of the children's clothes were made by the family themselves.

When he thought that Zhang Fangyuan didn't dislike his rough hands and feet, he rushed to wear the clothes he made for him after they were washed. It was obvious that he made those clothes after they got married, but he wore those clothes many times, and in the end they became worn out first.

Since the child was young, he certainly had no chance to think that the clothes made by his little dad were not beautiful.

"I'll sew for a while before going to sleep. "

"Doing needlework at night with a lamp is easy to damage your eyes, besides, are you not afraid that I will not be able to sleep with the light on?"

Xu He said, "With your temper, you can sleep when you touch the bed, you can sleep even if the house is on fire, but you can't sleep when the light on."

Zhang Fangyuan pulled the chair and sat beside Xu He: “I don’t sleep, I’m here to watch you sewing.”

Xu He looked down and he could see a big man huddled beside him, blocking most of the candlelight in front of him, and a shadow fell on the fabric.

"You realy want to make trouble, aren't you?"

Zhang Fangyuan didn't move when he heard the words, just coiled like that. Seeing the stickiness of the man, Xu He knew what was going on in his mind. On weekdays, when he didn't have any wrong ideas, he would have fallen into bed and sleep, how could it be like this or that.

He put down the work in his hand and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows. Zhang Fangyuan smiled immediately, tapped the tip of his nose with his fingers, and hugged him shortly.

"I'm still a little worried."

"It's okay, I'm not a brat anymore, I know the degree of seriousness."

Xu He looked suspiciously at the man who had taken off his clothes and his body was full of muscles, his appearance really didn't match with what he said. He wanted to ask “are you sure?”, but then he found that the room was still bright, he turned around and said, "Don't you want to blow out the lamp?"

"Let the light on, if there is a bright light nothing will happen." The most important thing was that he would be more excited when the lamp was blown out.

Xu He pulled the quilt, there was no mosquito in the winter, but there was a net hanging on the bed to keep warm, even if the net was pulled down, they could still see each other's faces clearly, they became warm and soft, made the atmosphere became charming and gentle: "But I'm not used to this."

It was difficult to satisfy both sides.

"Well, I'll blow it after a while."

Everyone took a step back.

"Okay then."

The next day, the wind outside was blowing against the closed window, and when Xu He woke up, it was already daylight.

Zhang Fangyuan drove the carriage to the city early in the morning, and Xu He didn't know when he left. Anyway, he heard the rustling sound of dressing and the sound of opening the door while he was sleeping.

He went and opened the window, and light came in with a bit of fog and rain.

Winter was always gray, and even when it was almost noon, there was not much light. Such season and weather make it difficult to distinguish between morning and afternoon.

He propped up the window, looked at the wax melts from the candle flowed on the wooden board beside him, and sighed helplessly.