Chapter 68

Du Cao, who was moved in her heart, looked down at the broken snacks and two apples lying quietly in the palm of her hand. She knew that it was not suitable to stay for a long time. If sun Guixiang found out that she was still in her grandmother's room at night, she would make a lot of noise again. I don't know how it would turn the world upside down.

After saying goodbye to Du Zhang, Du Cao carefully went back to the house in the dark, and when he just entered the courtyard, he also carried the rice in.

As soon as she entered the room, in the bright moonlight, she saw Ji Shumo leaning against the wall and looking by the window. Her beautiful face was three-dimensional, deep and ethereal.

She put down the food given by her grandmother. She pointed out the kerosene lamp and looked at Ji Shumo. There was a doubt on her face. When did this guy learn to watch the moon and laugh at himself?

It's no wonder that Du Cao thought so. The young man was born with a cold face and didn't smile. Now, coupled with the cool night sky, he was even more indifferent.

"What are you doing?" Du Cao came forward and stood in front of the boy, watching the moon hanging high in the night sky with him.

"I'm waiting for you." Ji Lyric ink tone light, deep eyes did not move the line of sight from the moon, but Du Cao knows, he knows that he is standing beside him.

The boy's magnetic and flowing voice reverberated in Du Cao's mind for a long time. There were two blushes on both sides of the girl's white cheek, but the boy didn't see them.

Curled his mouth, Du Cao didn't speak any more, just stood so quietly, thinking of the youth is not the same point.

But when duckweed thought that he didn't come back empty handed, he looked back at the cakes he had put on the table, and the two poor little apples. He was very happy.

If you don't eat at night, you will lose weight.

His little face was full of smile, and he was very clever under the red light of kerosene lamp.

"Come and eat. Grandma gave me some delicious food." Du Cao waved, and then came forward to pull Ji Lyric ink over.

Ji Shumo, who came forward, knew that she had taken the things in the bamboo basket from Du Zhang's room. She hesitated and seemed to have something to say.

And Du grass is relatively careless, while opening the oil paper, carefully picked up some broken sweet scented osmanthus cake, then smile.

"We were going to be hungry all night. Fortunately, grandma sent us charcoal in the snow."

Although it's not a hot meal, she is very satisfied that she can make them fill their stomachs.

And usually, if there was no cypress brother, she would not have any snacks.

Ji Shumo's sword eyebrows wrinkled tightly. He felt uncomfortable when he saw that Du Cao was either called to work or scolded every day.

"Unfortunately, I can't help you at the moment." He sighed, and his handsome face was accompanied by a few sorrows.

Du grass has no time to feel melancholy, tasted a crisp sweet osmanthus cake, continue to greet him.

This sweet scented osmanthus cake is not worth money, but it is sweet and delicious, but it may be put for a long time, some pan tide.

But the smell of the snack is still there.

Ji Shumo came to the table and saw that Du Cao handed the sweet scented osmanthus cake. The action in his hand was suddenly a little heavy.

Speechless, two people slowly eat, Du Cao took out the cloth bought in the small county, intends to stay up late to make a suit for Ji Shumo.

Ji Shumo was more embarrassed when he heard about her plan.

"I depend on you for food, clothing, housing and transportation, but I can't do anything." He had a guilty face.

After all, there has never been such a feeling. In the past, the time of the devil was very different from now.

Now it's a little bit more than I've ever felt before.

Du Cao took the cloth and compared it with him. He found that Ji Shumo was really tall. Fortunately, he pulled a little more when he bought it. Otherwise, he might not be long enough.

"Don't mention it. We're in the same boat now. My mother will find out one day that you can't run and I can't run. We'll sink together!" The duckweed mocked himself.

Under the light, his shining eyes blinked, laughing and joking, which made Ji Shumo laugh.

But the boy looked at her thoughtfully and murmured: "don't worry, I won't go down this boat..."

Despite the profound meaning of this sentence, duckweed did not care at all. He measured his figure and began to prepare to cut the cloth.

However, considering Ji's boredom in the middle of the night, she lowered her head and took out the book on the corner of the table.

"Here, stay up late and find something to do for you." Duckweed threw the book to him.

Anyway, she didn't know what the book was, and she was not interested in it. She just gave the idle and boring boy time.Ji Shumo looks at this book and his mouth is warm.

This night they accompanied each other, Ji Shumo read with relish, Du Cao also devoted to sewing clothes.

In a small house with no family, the life of poverty is boring

Unconsciously, there are some changes in the mood of the youth, as if there are some strange and unable to grasp the feelings in the root.

"Cluck, cluck!"

At dawn the next day, ducao heard the chicken call in the yard and got up. The sound was clear. Through the window, ducao called the sleeping people on the bed.

Although she sewed clothes until midnight last night, she was used to getting up at the smell of chicken, and her biological clock was more punctual than anything else.

Yawning to get up from the bed, her action is very light and slow, and she doesn't want to wake Ji Shumo who is still sleeping.

After leaving the room, ducao planned to go to the kitchen to make breakfast as usual. She didn't want to find that sun Guixiang not only took food, but also didn't give her salt and soy sauce last night?

"Ha ha, do you want to kill everything?" Du Cao glanced at the empty cupboard, feeling very funny.

But now grandma and they haven't woken up, and ducao doesn't want to knock on the door for food because of cooking breakfast.

Anyway, she would be scolded if she had anything to do, so she would not go on strike.

Because it's still early, ducao plans to go up the mountain to continue to look for herbs. Now there is apricot master as a partner, so she doesn't have to worry about not selling the herbs.

Thinking of this, she took out the small basket from the Chaifang and hummed a little song to encourage her to move forward.

In the morning, the mountain road is always very slippery. Before the grass reaches the hillside, the dew hanging on the grass makes the cloth shoes half wet. In addition, the toe of the shoe has been pushed out of a small hole, which makes it even colder and wetter.

"Come on, today will be full of harvest!" Du Cao talks to himself and tries to overcome the bad environment.

Inspired by herself, she finally pulled the vine up the mountainside. Just as she was about to climb it, she suddenly slipped under her feet.

"Ah! It hurts

Some wild grass with thorns pierced into the skin and flesh at the moment of sliding. The grass was so painful that it couldn't help calling, but because it didn't have much strength, it fell down.

Fortunately, there is a meadow on the hillside open space, and the old crooked neck tree next to it has fallen many leaves on it.

The duckweed fell heavily on it, but she was safe. It was like being kicked by a group of people. The pain made her scratch her heart and liver.

After recovering, she looked up at the position where she had just slid down. It was eight or nine meters high.

"That's close. I almost fell to death!" Du Cao shook his head and sighed, deeply aware of his life.