Feeling that she had said something wrong, Lin Xuanjiao was now very embarrassed, and her face turned red, which was rare for her.
"...Um...don't take it to heart! I didn't mean it."
Song Ying'an looked at Lin Xuanjiao, whose face had turned red, and thought that this rare Lin Xuanjiao was actually quite cute. "It's okay, I don't mind."
Song Ying'an really didn't care. After his father died of a serious illness when he was four years old, he was the only one left in the family. He had stumbled through life for more than ten years. Song Ying'an really wouldn't take such unintentional words to heart.
If he cared too much, Song Ying'an wouldn't know how many people he would have to fight with. Sometimes caring less can save you from trouble.
Song Yingan, who had experienced too many twists and turns in his childhood, now just wants to live a stable life. After all, it is really not easy to live to this day. If he doesn't continue to live, wouldn't it be a waste of all the suffering he has suffered for so many years?
Seeing that Song Ying'an really didn't care, Lin Xuanjiao breathed a sigh of relief and secretly warned herself that she must remember her limits in front of Song Ying'an in the future and not bring up words that would easily make Song Ying'an sad. Just because others don't care doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants. That would be too brainless.
Lin Xuanjiao thought that Song Ying'an must be in a bad mood. Even though Song Ying'an said that he didn't care in front of her, seeing his silence now, Lin Xuanjiao knew that he must be thinking about her sad things.
Lin Xuanjiao didn't know how to comfort people, so she could only try to change the subject: "When will you arrive home?"
Song Ying'an was thinking about the past, but when he heard Lin Xuanjiao's words, he immediately pulled himself out of his thoughts: "We're almost there. It's not far ahead. Just a few more steps and you'll see it."
Lin Xuanjiao took a few quick steps and saw a house that was built very exquisitely and imitated a courtyard house. Even though it was very old and had not been taken care of, it was still very eye-catching.
Lin Xuanjiao had only seen mud houses in this village, so she was quite stunned when she first saw this courtyard house.
Lin Xuanjiao turned to look at Song Ying'an, her eyes shining, and her tone was light: "Are you living in there?"
Looking at Lin Xuanjiao who was so excited, Song Ying'an felt that this house, which was a bit empty for him, could be of some use.
"Yeah! Do you want to go in and take a look?"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Lin Xuanjiao did not do this to divert Song Yingan's attention this time. She really wanted to see this three-in-one courtyard. In her previous world, she lived in a manor and had never lived in this kind of ancient house.
Seeing that Lin Xuanjiao was interested, Song Yingan quickly walked to the gate and opened it with the key.
The vermilion door with some peeling paint opened in front of Lin Xuanjiao, allowing Lin Xuanjiao to see what was inside.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw many vegetables and crops planted.
"Are you eating all this by yourself?"
Lin Xuanjiao looked at the many crops she had planted and wondered if Song Yingan could actually eat all the food. Judging from his size, he didn't seem to be able to eat much.
Perhaps sensing Lin Xuanjiao's confusion, Song Ying'an spoke hastily, "These crops can be stored for a long time, and the vegetables can be used up in no time."
Lin Xuanjiao nodded. "Is that so? I thought you were going to eat so much by yourself!"
"No, we still have food stored at home."
Hearing that Song Ying'an still had food stored at home, Lin Xuanjiao was genuinely surprised this time: "You still have extra food!"
At this time, many people could not even get enough to eat, but Song Yingan still had extra food. The contrast was too stark.
Song Ying'an coughed and suddenly felt embarrassed to tell the truth, but if she didn't tell Lin Xuanjiao, Song Ying'an felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and that feeling made Song Ying'an feel uncomfortable.
"In fact, I not only grow food in the outer courtyard, I also grow a lot in the inner courtyard. Since I'm the only one in the family who grows so much food, of course we can't eat it all."
When Lin Xuanjiao heard Song Ying'an's answer, she felt complicated. There were already so many crops planted in the outer courtyard, and there were even more in the inner courtyard. Did Song Ying'an have a habit of growing crops?
"Aren't you tired of growing so much food by yourself?"
Song Ying'an shook his head: "There's nothing to do all day anyway, so I might as well do more work and store more food for myself."
"How did you come up with the idea of growing so much food?"
In Lin Xuanjiao's opinion, it was enough to have enough food to eat, and there was no need to waste energy on growing so many crops.
After hearing Lin Xuanjiao's words, Song Ying'an felt a little conflicted. Should he tell Lin Xuanjiao? Would she feel useless if he told her?
However, Lin Xuanjiao seemed to be very soft-hearted. If he told her his true purpose, she might be even softer towards him.
Song Ying'an's breathing might have stagnated at the thought of this. He clearly wanted to draw a clear line between himself and Lin Xuanjiao and keep as much distance from her as possible, but Song Ying'an's mind kept popping up ideas of getting more intimate with Lin Xuanjiao.
In his heart, he wanted to keep his distance from Lin Xuanjiao, but his mind was full of his own thoughts. This made Song Ying'an unable to control himself and blurted out the words he was still hesitating: "Because when I was a child, I often went hungry because I had no food to eat. When I was able to grow crops, I wanted to grow more food so that I wouldn't go hungry anymore."
Just as Song Ying'an had expected, Lin Xuanjiao's eyes were filled with heartache. "It's really not easy for you to grow up this big, but if you survive a great disaster, there will be good fortune in the future. You will definitely enjoy happiness in the future."
Song Ying'an glanced at Lin Xuanjiao and thought to himself: If he could become husband and wife with her, that would be his greatest blessing.
Unfortunately, this idea can only be thought about. Song Ying'an is very self-aware. Lin Xuanjiao has both family background and good looks.
And what about him? Not only was he in an awkward position, but he couldn't even let people see his face. Once others saw his face, they would be filled with disgust.
Song Ying'an didn't know whether he was good-looking or ugly with the way he looked. In his childhood memories, his grandparents often praised him for his good looks and said that no one could compare to him.
But in the eyes of the villagers, he looked like a monster. When he was a child, he did not know how to cover himself up, so none of the people in the village, whether adults or children, had a good face towards him.
Thinking about his unusual appearance, Song Ying'an became dispirited again. He didn't even dare to show his true face to Lin Xuanjiao, so how could he expect to be her husband!
Lin Xuanjiao deserves better than to choose him, this big trouble.
Lin Xuanjiao didn't notice Song Yingan's depressed mood at all.
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