Zhao Luochuan scooped up a bucket of water and poured it under the vegetable rack. After waiting for a long time and seeing no one speaking, he turned his head and couldn't help laughing.
Yang Donghu has become more and more courageous now. He no longer hides his presence when looking at men's bodies. When lying in bed at night, Zhao Luochuan finds that Yang Donghu especially likes to put his hand on people's stomachs before he can fall asleep peacefully.
Although he didn't understand how his hard belly could compare to the soft one to feel comfortable, but since his husband was willing, Zhao Luochuan went along with him.
"I'm talking to you? Why are you staring blankly?"
Even after being caught, Yang Donghu was not as helpless as before. He smiled, stretched, and walked out from under the eaves, his eyes never leaving Zhao Luochuan.
Zhao Luochuan felt a little uncomfortable after being stared at for a long time. He watered the plants faster and his face was red from the sun, but Yang Donghu still noticed that Zhao Luochuan's earlobes had turned red, and a large area of his neck was also red.
Yang Donghu took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Zhao Luochuan's face. He was half a head shorter than Zhao Luochuan, so if he wanted to wipe the sweat clean he had to stand on tiptoe and get closer.
The rebellious hand was wiping the face carefully at first, but when it reached the neck, it became dishonest. The handkerchief randomly touched from behind the ear to the collarbone, and then began to knead the chest.
Zhao Luochuan threw the wooden bucket in his hand at his feet with a thud, and the water scoop flew into the vegetable field and was blocked by some leaf, leaving no trace.
He clasped Yang Donghu's slender waist with his big hand, and grasped his wrist with his other hand. He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
Yang Donghu smiled brightly at him and used his best trick: "I'm wiping your sweat, why do you look unhappy?"
Zhao Luochuan really wanted to ask, is this a serious act of wiping sweat? Is this a act of wiping sweat or a seduction?
He stared at Yang Donghu's cheek, and the boundless emotions in his eyes seemed to turn into reality, as if he could strip the man naked and throw him on the bed in the next moment.
Yang Donghu had seen him like this too many times. His body could sense danger more quickly than his mind. He tensed up instantly, only caring about lighting the fire without putting it out. He had a vague urge to escape, but he swallowed hard and said, "I'll go see what's in the basin."
"Why didn't you go and see it just now?" Zhao Luochuan refused to let go, instead hugging her tighter and tighter: "It's too late to go now."
Yang Donghu pushed his shoulder and whispered, "It's daytime now, and there are people walking outside. Let me go first."
The sun gradually became softer, the people in the village became more active, and the sounds of children playing could be heard outside the house.
Zhao Luochuan also knew that it was not appropriate to do anything now, but he still did not let go of his tightly embraced hands. He lowered his head and let his warm breath spray on the side of Yang Donghu's neck. He took several deep breaths before suppressing the evil fire in his heart.
"I'll let you go for now."
Yang Donghu ran away with lingering fear, silently complaining that Zhao Luochuan was really funny, but he dared not say this out loud for fear of causing trouble again.
The snails spitting sand in the basin were still alive, and many had already crawled to the edge of the basin. It was still noon, and Yang Donghu looked at Zhao Luochuan in surprise: "You caught it? When?"
Zhao Luochuan rubbed the top of his head: "When you sleep, it's in the shallow stream behind the house. What? Do you want to go?"
"Yeah." Yang Donghu nodded vigorously.
Zhao Luochuan looked up at the sun. It was still early. It was just behind the house and close enough, so a round trip wouldn't be a problem. "Let's go."
Once the sun was not too strong, more women began to wash clothes by the river, and they were not the only ones catching snails. Zhao Luochuan did not want to compete with the crowd, so the two of them went a little further away.
The river water is now exposed to the sun. Although it won’t freeze your legs, the cold will still spread up your legs if you stand in it for a long time.
The snails at home were enough for a meal, and Zhao Luochuan didn’t want to touch any more. He just wanted Yang Donghu to satisfy his craving.
Zhao Luochuan stepped along the riverbank a few times, confirming there were no loose rocks before letting Yang Donghu down. He still warned, "Don't go too deep. There are plenty of rocks down there. The water's cold now, so don't stand in the water for too long. Come out when you get cold. We'll go back and roast the lamb later."
Yang Donghu squatted down and nodded. He didn't want his clothes to get wet, so he rolled up his trouser legs and carefully tiptoed down.
As soon as he touched the water, he shivered from the cold. After he adjusted to the water temperature, he stood up on a smooth stone.
Yang Donghu had not had much experience in going down to the river, so this was a new experience. He picked up a small stone, tried to lift it up, and then pushed the stone into the river. As Zhao Luochuan had said, there were indeed a lot of snails hidden underneath.
He held the snail in his hand and called Zhao Luochuan happily: "Look."
Zhao Luochuan placed the wooden barrel next to him and said, "That's amazing! Take your time here and be careful with every step. I'll go pick some wild perilla leaves over there and put them in the snails to add flavor."
Yang Donghu looked in the direction of his finger and saw a dense patch of perilla not far away. He nodded and said, "Well, go ahead."
There are not many stones in the deeper parts of the river. At a glance, the bottom of the river is densely packed with snails. However, Yang Donghu remembered Zhao Luochuan's instructions and did not dare to go to the deep part. Besides, it didn't matter how many snails he caught. It was fun to just turn over the stones by the river.
Perhaps because it felt too loose, Yang Donghu was no longer as cautious as he was when he first came down. He relaxed a lot and turned over several stones in succession. Sometimes there were small shrimps and crabs hidden underneath.
Zhao Luochuan pulled the perilla while looking back from time to time. He was relieved when he saw that Yang Donghu was fine.
Yang Donghu was greedy and didn't feel satisfied turning over the stones one by one. He seized the opportunity and turned over two stones at once. There were indeed a few snails under one of the stones, but under the other stone there was a fat toad.
Yang Donghu felt his whole body go numb after just one look, as if he was frozen and unable to move. He has always been afraid of this thing, even more than water snakes.
The toad was frightened and jumped towards Yang Donghu. It jumped very high. Yang Donghu could not bear it anymore. He screamed "Ah" and turned around and ran away.
The stones at the bottom of the river are slippery. It's okay if you walk slowly, but if you start running, you will definitely slip.
Yang Donghu lost his balance and fell headfirst into the river. In an instant, his mouth and nose were completely submerged in the water, and he couldn't make any sound.
Zhao Luochuan was shocked when he heard the sound and turned his head to see the splash of water caused by Yang Donghu falling to the bottom of the water.
"Winter Lake!"
He threw away the perilla in his hand, took three or two steps into the river, reached out and pulled the person out of the river.
Yang Donghu flapped his hands a few times, grabbed Zhao Luochuan's arm and clung to it tightly, refusing to let go.
Fortunately, the river was not deep, and Yang Donghu only choked on water twice. He was not seriously injured. Zhao Luochuan carried him ashore. Feeling uneasy, he checked Yang Donghu's head with a worried look on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief after carefully checking that there were no wounds.
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