Zhang Lanzhen came to her house so often that she didn't even bother knocking on the door. Yang Donghu saw that the gate was not closed, so he just walked in.
There was no one in the yard. Yang Donghu looked through the window at Yang Anjin sitting in the house, and walked quietly behind him.
Logically speaking, he is not as good at martial arts as Zhao Luochuan. In order not to alarm the prey, he sometimes walks on tiptoe so that no sound can be heard. No matter how careful Yang Donghu is, his feet are still not clean and tidy. The room is so quiet, but the movement is still quite obvious.
But Yang Anjin turned his back to him and did not move, as if he was completely unaware.
Yang Donghu patted his shoulder with a "Hey" and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at? You're so engrossed."
Yang Anjin was caught off guard, so frightened that he felt his heart stop for a moment. He hurriedly hid the thing in his hand under his legs, turned around and pretended to be angry, "You've been with the hunters for a long time, and you've learned a lot of skills. You walk without making any sound. Why don't you go to the mountains and become a hunter? I think even that guy can't compare to you."
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was wrong. I won't do this again next time. Come and sit down. I'll help you calm down." Yang Donghu pulled him to sit on the bed, patted his back and said with a smile.
Yang Anjin lost his composure and poked Yang Donghu's head with his finger, saying with a smile, "If you scare me again next time, I'll beat you up."
"Okay, okay, I get it. What were you looking at just now? You were so engrossed." Yang Donghu stretched his neck to look at his hand.
Yang Anjin hid the thing in his hand behind his back, blushing and refusing to say anything.
Yang Donghu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I know this even if you don't tell me. Brother Fang Yu has been missing since early this morning. He even refused to take the newly acquired lamb out to the street to buy it himself. When I asked him more questions, he blushed and refused to say anything. I guess he's here to look for you."
Zhang Lanzhen is not in the house today. She went to the town to deliver something to Yang Anchen. In the past, Yang Anjin would go with her, but now that he is engaged, he doesn't even like to go to the town. He doesn't need anyone to remind him and can sit in the house all day without feeling bored.
As usual, Yang Anjin sat by the bed with the embroidery thread in her hand, wondering whether she should embroider something else next to the mandarin ducks to avoid it looking monotonous.
But after thinking of several, I felt that they were not very suitable for mandarin ducks. There was always an indescribable weirdness.
He was racking his brains but couldn't come up with an answer when he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of something falling to the ground.
Yang Anjin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small loquat wood comb lying right below the window on the side of the bed next to the window.
He was stunned for a moment, then he immediately opened the window and looked out. He only saw a tall figure fleeing in panic. He didn't see the face clearly, but Yang Anjin recognized it as Zhao Fangyu at a glance.
Even if an unmarried man and a boy are engaged, they cannot just meet each other casually. The gossips in the village have no other hobbies but to spread endless irrelevant gossip.
Zhu Cuilan often said that they should not do anything out of line. Zhao Fangyu was a man who was not afraid of anything, and Yang Anjin had to bear all the rumors.
Zhao Fangyu abided by the rules. Even if he wanted to take another look at Yang Anjin, he endured it and never got close to the Yang family.
Zhao Fangyu carried the peach blossom handkerchief given by Yang Anjin with him when he went up the mountain, which could temporarily relieve his homesickness. From the time the marriage certificate was signed until now, he had never given anything to Yang Anjin personally, and Zhao Fangyu always kept this in mind.
There wasn't much else on the mountain, but there were many more bushes and shrubs than at the foot of the mountain. Zhao Fangyu looked carefully and took great pains to find a sturdy loquat tree. He cut off a branch as thick as his wrist and pondered for several days, worrying about what to give as a gift.
A wooden hairpin can't be used to create anything fancy. Zhao Fangyu noticed last time they met that Yang Anjin was wearing a silver hairpin that was popular in the town.
Although the gift may be small but the sentiment is great, it should touch the other person's heart. He brought the piece of wood back from the mountain, but he still couldn't think of what to make it with.
After dinner last night, Zhao Fangchu had nothing to do, so he pestered Zhu Cuilan to change his hairstyle. Zhao Fangyu sat on the doorstep to rest his feet, and when he looked at the comb in Zhu Cuilan's hand, he suddenly had an idea.
There was a set of carpenter's tools at home. When Zhao Fangyu was still a child, the village carpenter fell ill. When the disease struck, his whole body ached, and he became thinner day by day. It seemed that he would not live long.
The illness dragged down the family. In order not to implicate his new wife, the carpenter sold his livelihood, left some money for his wife to remarry, and secretly drank the medicine at night. When his wife found him the next day, he was already dead.
The carpenter was an honest man who helped the village a lot. The villagers couldn't bear to see the carpenter's wife sad alone, so they bought everything they could and raised enough money for her, thinking that whether she took the money to remarry or return to her parents' home, she would not be troubled by others as she had money in her hands.
That set of tools was bought by Zhao He at that time. Since he had bought the things, he couldn't just leave them there to gather dust. Zhao He learned a few skills from carpenters in other villages. He was not very skilled, but he could still make a bench or something.
Most of the toys that Zhao Fangyu and Zhao Fangchu used when they were children were made by Zhao He himself. Later, after he became busy with his work as a bricklayer, he rarely used that set of tools anymore. He would only use it occasionally to make a hairpin for Zhao Fangchu.
Zhao Fangyu spent most of the night making a wooden comb. His technique was not very good and he could only make a simple crescent shape, but this made him so excited that he delivered it at dawn.
He walked around Yang Anjin's house for a long time, but no one came out, not even someone to hand him something. Zhao Fangyu was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He went around to the back of the house and saw a window that was not closed tightly. He looked around and saw that there was no one there. He quickly stuffed the comb in through the gap in the window.
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