After Wen Qinghe left the main room.
Yan Xiao was busy building a wooden frame in the courtyard.
He was holding a wooden board in one hand and a hammer in the other, tapping and banging on it.
Wen Qinghe's attention was immediately drawn.
What are you doing?
Yan Xiao looked up at her and smiled, "Let's make a swing set so that Qingqing can swing in this yard from now on."
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Qinghe's eyes.
However, the mention of the swing instantly brought back her memories.
The swing set in the villa was made for her by her father himself.
After he and his mother were in a car accident, his grandfather, fearing it would trigger painful memories for her, moved the swing set away.
I haven't ridden a swing since then.
Wen Qinghe's eyes welled up with tears; she missed her father.
It's been a long time since I last visited him.
This place is not as modern as it is now, but transportation is convenient.
To meet someone, you have to cross mountains and rivers.
Moreover, her father's situation didn't allow her to visit too frequently.
Wen Qinghe felt a little down for a moment.
Yan Xiao noticed that the little girl was in a bad mood, so he quickly put down what he was holding and washed and dried his hands in the basin of water next to him.
Then he came to the little girl.
"What's wrong, Qingqing? Don't you like this?"
"No, I like it very much. It's just that I miss my dad."
The little girl's voice was choked with sobs, and Yan Xiao felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently pulled her into his arms.
"My dear, next month, next month I'll take you to see your father-in-law, okay?"
Wen Qinghe raised her eyes in surprise, a hint of joy flashing in them, but then she seemed uncertain again, as if she had thought of something.
"But didn't you tell Hei Zi and the others that you might be going out of town next month?"
Yan Xiao raised his hand and flicked the tip of her nose. "That's what I told them. I was planning to go away for a few days anyway, so that all the goods in the space would have a source."
He then looked at her meaningfully after speaking.
"Besides, they've been keeping an eye on that out-of-town small business owner. They've been urging me to make sure I get on good terms with her, so... I absolutely can't let her get away..."
It goes without saying who this small business owner is.
The man's suggestive tone made her blush, and she awkwardly looked away.
"Hey, you two seem to have a pretty good relationship..."
Yan Xiao smiled and held the girl's slender waist, pulling her closer to his body.
"Speaking of which, last night there was this little drunkard who said he wanted to take me home as his 108th wife... um..."
Before she could finish speaking, her words were cut off by a soft little hand.
Wen Qinghe said somewhat awkwardly, "I was drunk last night and didn't think straight, so I just talked nonsense."
The man gently pulled down her small hand, looking into her dark eyes, which were deep and meaningful.
“I know, but Qingqing clearly had things to finish last night…”
A hint of confusion flashed in Wen Qinghe's eyes; she wasn't sure which item he was referring to.
"What is it... um..."
Before Wen Qinghe could react, the air in her mouth was suddenly stolen by the man's crisp breath.
The man's fingertips, burning hot, rubbed and tightened on her waist, incredibly alluring.
Wen Qinghe's body went limp from the tingling touch.
She had no doubt that if they were in a house, she would have already been pinned to the bed by now.
Before long, she was already panting heavily.
The physical strength of men and women is truly incomparable.
They were all on the same starting line.
But each time she was exhausted, the man remained energetic and tirelessly demanded more.
After a long while, Yan Xiao reluctantly left the irresistible, fragrant lips before him.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
But the soft, sweet fragrance in his arms was constantly testing his willpower to be a beast.
"Baby, I want to be with you all the time... But I'll let you go now, until tonight..."
The man's thin lips captured the girl's delicate earlobe, and the remaining words, filled with a burning heat and a trembling sensation, made Wen Qinghe's face turn completely red.
...
It's quiet and windless tonight.
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, illuminating everything around it.
Through the soft moonlight, you can see the silhouettes of several jujube trees outside the courtyard wall cast in the courtyard.
The moon is bright and the stars are few, its silvery light covering the ground.
Under the bright moonlight, the view of the courtyard was completely unobstructed.
Two shadowy tree shadows, one large and one small, moved swaying on the swing set without any wind.
Sometimes they intertwine with the wind, sometimes they dance with the wind, and occasionally their positions change, leaving only a shadow visible.
During the day, the swings that the men had made swayed in the wind, swinging in extremely high arcs in the air.
In the projection on the ground, the leaves on the small tree were also unconsciously trembling along with the big tree.
Outside the courtyard, insects chirped and frogs croaked; inside, larks sang sweetly in the trees.
In the stillness of the night, all of this became a perfectly harmonious symphony.
…
The first rays of dawn were breaking.
The man got up early and washed and scrubbed in the yard.
The bricks in the courtyard and the main room were all washed until they shone.
A large basin of water was also placed next to the swing set.
The man held a rag in one hand and a brush in the other, deftly scrubbing away the stains.
This swing was made by Yan Xiao from an oak tree he cut down on the mountain.
The boards were made larger and thicker, and enough wood was used; they could easily support the weight of two Yanxiao.
Because the little girl liked it, Yan Xiao tried his best to make every detail perfect.
Every edge and corner of the swing was polished smooth by sandpaper.
The swing set was completed yesterday, and Wen Qinghe was fortunate enough to experience it.
It can swing very high, which is very exciting.
This is a completely different experience from when I was a child.
She played for quite a while yesterday, so much so that when Wen Qinghe saw the swing as soon as she woke up this morning, her legs involuntarily went weak.
Yan Xiao immediately pulled her into his arms and sat her down, watching her stare intently in the direction of the swing.
A hint of pleasure flickered in his eyes:
"Does the baby want to sit up there again?"
Wen Qinghe's face turned bright red. "No."
Yan Xiao paused, as if thinking of something.
"Don't worry, I washed it this morning, it's very clean. The sun was out this morning, so the rack is already dry."
Wen Qinghe glanced away. Did she care about cleanliness?
This isn't swinging on a swing, it's swinging her.
Yan Xiao seemed oblivious to her resistance.
"I didn't get to experience it much yesterday, so I'll bring my baby up now and let her try it out?"
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