Wang Juan couldn't help but think that if An Guo knew how Ah Ci had lived these years, it would be like cutting his heart out with a knife.
Fan Zhu was more calm: "Xiaocheng, go to your second master's house and tell him to come over tomorrow morning after breakfast."
"I'll go right away."
"Wipe your face before you go. If your master sees you with such a depressed look on your face, he'll think the sky has fallen on our family."
Fan Zhu took out the rolled up red wool, wrapped it around the knitting stick and started knitting a scarf.
"Help your mother steam the bean curd first before you go."
"Grandma, I understand." Lin Jiancheng rubbed his face and walked out.
The two remaining people in the room seemed to be doing their own things in an orderly manner.
"Juan, you forgot to take the gauze. Are the bean curds in the pot?"
Wang Juan slapped her thigh and quickly asked her son to stop the bellows.
"Mom, it's just in the pot. I'll take it."
Fan Zhu handed the gauze to Wang Juan, slowly undoing the few stitches she had knitted incorrectly, and started knitting again with a different stitch.
When people get old, their hearts become unstable...
Lin Yian lit the corn leaves and stuffed them into the stove. The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and soon steam came out of the pot.
Lin Yian took a spoon and scooped water into the basin, carefully closed the door, took out some softener and clothing essence from the space and poured them into the basin. He put the hat into the basin only when he felt the water temperature was right.
It would be bad if the water was too hot and burned her new hat.
After a while, a woolen hat appeared on the clothesline outside the house.
Lin Yian wiped his hands, took a few pieces of paper and planned to copy a test paper for his second brother as a deposit.
What should I copy...
She remembered that in order to get the maximum discount, she bought a set of real college entrance examination questions from previous years.
She had to find out which year was the most difficult.
On the way back to Linjia Village, a ox cart was wobbling towards the village.
Lin Anmin couldn't help but take out a cigarette and immediately received a look from his brother.
"No, I'll just smell it."
It was not easy to hide such a box of cigarettes, and it was not easy to get a chance to go out for some fresh air and get rid of the smell of cigarettes.
But, I can’t! smoke!
God knows that on the way to grind rice, he just smoked a cigarette and searched for a long time but couldn't find a match on his body.
Ask his brother if he has any matches on him?
The boy took out a box of matches from his pocket. He took a closer look and realized it was his matches!
"When did you take it away?"
Lin Anguo put the matches back into his pocket: "When we came out. Brother, Ah Ci doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so don't smoke."
Lin Anmin held the cigarette in his mouth and didn't let go: "Ah Ci is not here now, is it easy for your brother to smoke a cigarette?"
Lin Anguo didn't say anything, he just turned his head and looked at the big vat under the carport behind him.
Do you understand?
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