However, the two people walking in front were not as affectionate as Yu Fangfang had imagined.

Instead, after calming down, he fell into a strange silence again.

Lin Wanxun walked in front holding Xiao Miaomiao in her arms. Behind her, the man's gaze was dim and gloomy.

On the way back, Qin Yan still didn't let her take anything.

He carried the two bundles of firewood and the basket full of herbs and mushrooms.

Lin Wanchun was responsible for holding Xiao Miaomiao.

The little guy was probably tired from playing, and after walking a short distance, he fell asleep with his little head on his mother's shoulder.

The atmosphere became more and more weird with the sound of the baby babbling.

Although the accident just now was prevented.

But after all, the issue of space is still here. As long as it is not resolved, this knot will always exist.

Lin Wanchun had just thought about it, but she still didn't know how to start the conversation.

In the end, I just remained silent.

It is said that going up a mountain is easier than going down, but the Red Star team was originally mountainous, and Lin Wan was used to it, so it didn't matter much when she carried the baby down the mountain.

The way back was very smooth, and Lin Wanshun walked back home in one breath.

Xiao Miaomiao still didn't wake up, so she simply carried her into the house.

After Qin Yan put down the firewood and backpack, he followed into the house.

The room used to be quite spacious, but for some reason it felt cramped today.

The man didn't say anything, but his presence was so strong that Lin Wanwan found it difficult to ignore him.

She put the baby on the bed, and he helped pull the quilt over the little guy's belly.

She went to the kitchen to cook, and he helped wash the mushrooms she had just picked.

After she washed the rice and put it on the stove, he helped to light the fire.

Although the two cooperated well, they still didn't speak.

It was as if he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, this calm appearance would be broken, and things would go in a direction that was irreversible.

Today's harvest was quite good, including herbs and mushrooms.

She was planning to use the button mushrooms to make soup, but when she saw that they were green, she just fried them.

Qin Yan had just washed the mushrooms, and now she just needed to slice them with a handful of green onion.

Qin Yan lit the fire while Lin Wanchun used the chopping board to cut the mushrooms.

There are two skylights on the ceiling of the kitchen, so it is bright even in the daytime.

The pink color of Jianshouqing turns into indigo immediately when it is cut open.

This thing is delicious, but if it is handled well, it is easy to "defeate villains".

Although Lin Wanchun was troubled, she was still fully focused on dealing with the situation.

Cut each slice as thin as possible to avoid being too thick and undercooked.

The plate was so green that it took her more than half an hour to cut it.

The porridge cooked by Qin Yan had already begun to bubble.

He took off the lid of the pot and took the firewood to the stove hole next to it.

I light the fire and cook for her.

After Lin Wanchun had cut the green leaves, she found a handful of dried chilies.

Seeing that the pot was clean and hot, she scooped a spoonful of lard directly into it.

Qin Yan's eyebrows jumped!

It's not that I feel bad for her using so much oil, but in this day and age, few people would be willing to use so much oil to stir-fry a vegetable.

When he thought of the scene he saw on the mountain, his already heavy heart was lifted up again.

Things that seemed to make sense in the past no longer seem to be explained.

Lin Wanxuan noticed his gaze, but she didn't explain anything. Instead, she put a handful of dried chilies and a few cloves of garlic into the pot.

After a while, a spicy aroma filled the kitchen.

After the chili peppers were sautéed until fragrant, Lin Wanchun put the green onion into the pot.

"Light the fire."

This was the first time she spoke since coming down the mountain.

Qin Yan looked at the little face shrouded in smoke and inexplicably felt a sense of reality.

He resisted the urge to touch her and after a pause, he nodded.

"good."

As he said this, he stuffed two pieces of firewood into the stove.

After a while, the fire became stronger and the flames even spread out of the stove.

Lin Wanxun calculated the time carefully and made sure it had been fried for more than 20 minutes before she put the fish away.

The remaining mushrooms can be boiled directly and added with a little salt to make them delicious.

Lunch is ready quickly.

Xiao Miaomiao hadn't gotten up yet, so Lin Wanchun didn't call her, intending to let her sleep until she was full before calling her to eat.

There were only my wife and I in the kitchen.

The broccoli is a famous mountain delicacy. Just add a little salt and it will be delicious when fried.

Lin Wanchun likes this taste very much.

But she did it in the beginning of her life, and she got caught once.

At first she didn't notice anything wrong until she heard the kitten at home talking. Then she realized something was wrong.

Qin Yan was preoccupied with something on his mind, so no matter how delicious the food was, it tasted like wax in his mouth and he had no taste at all.

He used to be able to eat several bowls in one meal, but today he only ate two bowls and put down his chopsticks.

But he didn't leave. He just sat quietly in his seat waiting for Lin Wanchun.

But after he sat down for a while, a strange scene appeared in front of him.

In the picture, Lin Wanchun was wearing a red jacket and had her dark hair tied up behind her head.

It looked both strange and familiar.

I say familiar because she also wore red on the day she married me. I say strange because the style of her clothes was the same, her hair was the same, and even her makeup was the same.

But even though so many things were the same, Qin Yan still realized at a glance that this was the simple and small house she lived in before she got married.

This is where I brought her home.

And the way she looks now is clearly that she is waiting for the groom to come and pick her up.

Although he knew that she was marrying him, at this moment, Qin Yan inexplicably had a very good premonition.

It seemed as if the next scene was something he could bear.

After a while, there was a burst of noisy sounds coming from the door.

"The groom is here to pick up the bride!"

Hearing this, Qin Yan's breathing quickened, his eyes widened, and his gaze was fixed on the familiar wooden door in the picture.

There was a noisy sound coming from the door, and someone was waiting for the groom.

Qin Yan pricked up his ears, but he could only hear Qing Xinlang's voice.

His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a visible hand, and he could barely breathe.

The person behind the door must be him, it can only be him!

With this thought in mind, Qin Yan held his breath and waited in agony.

He understood why he saw this scene.

It was all so clear, so clear that it seemed like an illusion, or even more like a dream.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, the door finally creaked open.

Then, a thin figure appeared at the door.

"Wanchun, I'm here to pick you up!"