Chapter 47

The two came home together. At the insistence of Lin siyao, Su Shuipeng entered the bedroom for a lunch break. Originally thought that she would not sleep, when she woke up, she actually had the sun slanting to the West.

He sat on the head of the bed, patted his forehead, and could not help muttering, "I'm getting more and more able to sleep."

"Awake?" Lin siyao, who had just sat down in the hall and had a cup of tea, asked with a smile when he heard the noise coming in.

"Well. Are you busy, O Yao? " Su Shuifu saw that he had taken off his robe and was holding his sleeve high. It was as if he was doing something neatly.

"Well." Lin Shiyao nodded, and his lips were flying, but he would not tell her what he was doing.

Su Shuifu was not eager to ask questions. He had been with him for months, and he had been married for days, and he had gradually become familiar with his temperament. No matter what the reason is, as long as he doesn't want to say more, he will answer with "um".

He got up and put on his coat. Suddenly, he thought of the winter coat to be embroidered. By the way, he asked, "ah Yao, what do you like about the embroidered picture on the coat?"

She didn't know what pattern he liked. The previous new clothes were all sewn according to the embroidered patterns that my older brother liked. Nowadays, since they are husband and wife, their preferences should always be understood in their hearts.

"All right." Lin siyao took her to the dresser and arranged her loose bun.

"All right? Don't you like it very much? " Su Shuijin looks at him through the blurred bronze mirror.

"No." It should be said that he never cared about the patterns on his clothes. The most suitable clothes for killers are the black and dark clothes. Even if it's a special dress of fengyao Pavilion, it's just a vulture embroidered with gold thread, which is the exclusive badge of fengyao Pavilion on the right arm.

"A Yao......" Su Shuidan turns around in a hurry, and takes Lin siyao's hand and holds it tightly. Just then the chill of his whole body made her panic.

"I'm fine." Lin Shiyao hugged her and let her lean on herself. Gently caress her thin back, comfort her because of their own memories of the past and sudden panic mood.

Those are all in the past. Today, he is Lin siyao, who is the Yao in her mouth, rather than the God killing Si Ling that everyone in the Jianghu is afraid of.

Of course, he will not forget fengyao Pavilion.

After all, it used to be the only resting place he could count on for decades. He will bear in mind the help and grace of the old cabinet leader. He will also bear in mind the Revenge of the new cabinet leader for killing and destroying his life.

Today's fengyao Pavilion and its own, it is a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. He will not go back, of course, if the Fengqing cliff is not clear and realistic and refuses to let himself go, he will never be appeased.

Life, one more time is enough. Besides, his life now is hers.

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"Ah Yao, this is..." Su Shuifu is surprised to see a new round stone table added under the cherry tree in Beiyuan. The table top is made of a large bluestone board and carved with a chess manual. Around the stone table are four round stone benches of the same material.

"That's why you've been busy all afternoon, isn't it?" She gave him a second look and turned her mouth away. I can't tell myself!

"I want to surprise you." Lin Sixiao eyebrows, how she not only did not have many surprises, but also on their own very bad gas?

"Yes, look at yourself. There are so many blisters on your hands." She just found out when she was holding his big hand indoors. But he was shocked by his sudden cold mood and forgot what happened. Now at the sight of this set of stone tables and benches, I just remember.

"Not in the way." Lin Sixiao took back his hand, held her shoulder, and sat her on the stone bench with straw cushion. "Here, we can enjoy the moon and drink at night."

"Is it because of this that we rush to build it today?" Su Shuifu pulled his hand painfully.

"Of course not. I thought about it as early as the day I moved in. I just haven't found the right slate. " Lin Shiyao looks at her with a smile and feels the pity she shows inadvertently.

"Is it just here?" She sighed with chagrin. Did you sleep to death? He tinkled in the yard to make stone tables and benches, but he didn't hear a sound at all.

"No." Lin Shiyao shook his head, looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking, explaining: "I found it in Xiufeng mountain depression yesterday morning. It was there, of course. Just moved back and installed. " Two morning exercises, one abundant afternoon, is enough for him to complete this set of solid bluestone table stool.

"Not next time. It doesn't matter if you have these, but you In a word, it's not allowed... " She sobbed at some purulent blisters in his hand, and wept bitterly.

Lin Shiyao sighed and took her into his arms. This silly woman, unexpectedly for own hand just a few not so-called blisters shed tears. It seems that in the future, when she finishes her work, she must have a thorough examination of her whole body so as not to catch the beans falling from her head.

He couldn't help but lean over and kiss away the glittering and low comfort from the corner of her eyes: "it's really OK, water. These are nothing to me at all. " No matter how big the fatal injuries are, these are really nothing.

"That won't work." She was a little annoyed that he didn't pay attention: "it used to be, but now it's different." Now, he is her husband, the day she will depend on for a lifetime. She forbade him to be so indifferent to his own body.

"What's different?" He gave a low smile and wanted to hear her.

"Of course it's different..." She just wanted to summon up the courage to say the words she had thought before, but it swept his smiling eyes. The unexplained words suddenly turned into a fist clenched hand and beat hard on his thick chest.

"Water..." Lin Shiyao held her hand in a smirk and stole a fragrance from her lips. He suggested softly, "my dear, we should prepare the things for the evening."

As he said, Su Shuifu was shocked to realize that the sun had already hidden in the western mountains, and it was dusk. A faint full moon can be seen in the eastern sky. Under the interweaving of white clouds and scarlet twilight, the moon is bright and dark.

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On the newly placed stone table, place the candles, incense tripods, moon cakes and fruits ready to be offered one by one.

Light long incense and candles, in the quiet night, it seems more silent.

Lin siyao took a pair of Su Shuifu and put them in the study for use as bamboo candle covers pasted with rice paper. He gently covered the candle holders with tears of candle tears caused by the sudden wind. I feel so warm.

"Ah Yao, the soup is ready. Where can I eat it?" Su Shuifu, wearing a crimson waist skirt, stood at the door of the kitchen, calling him crisply.

The round jujube soup of the delegation was made by Su Shuifu when he came back from the city a few days ago.

Originally, I wanted to make macaroni stuffing, but I can't buy sesame temporarily. I can only mash the mature dates in the back of the house and grind them into mud, mix with the red bean sand sent by Auntie Lao, sprinkle with yellow frost sugar, and then make the sweet and fragrant date paste stuffing. As for diluting the glutinous rice with cold boiled water, and then mix them into a glutinous dough, and then pick them into small balls to wrap the dumplings, she won't, but see you Have been wrapped by servant girls.

Under the guidance of her words and the reality of several dumplings, Lin Shiyao quickly understood the key. Within half an hour, he wrapped a large group of glutinous rice noodles into a large plate of fifty-eight perfect dumplings with no exposed stuffing, no skew and the same shape and size.

What does this mean? Talent? Su Shuifu put away the surprise and some slight embarrassment, calmly distributed half of them to Aunt Lao, so as to thank her for the red bean sand sponsored by her friendship. Later, in the invisible corner of Lin siyao, he grinned silently: it seems that the killer is no inferior to cook.

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"If you are not good at drinking, drink less." Lin Si Yao helplessly holds the intoxicated Su Shuifu and signals her to lean on the wooden bench.

After eating the dumpling, they sat at the stone table and raised their glasses to the bright moon. Sure enough, three cups of sweet scented osmanthus were brewed, and she was charming and intoxicated.

"O Yao, do you believe there is a soul in this world?" Su Shuifu looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky and said in a low voice.

"Soul? Maybe. " Lin Shiyao also stretched out and reclined on the back of the chair, reaching for her to lean on her shoulder.

"Ha ha So you believe it It's so nice... " Su Shuigui has a fight. He can't help muttering: "the osmanthus here is so hard to drink..."

"I've had it before?" Lin Shiyao looks down at her in surprise. She doesn't look like a drinker at all.

"Well Big brother likes wine tasting Elder brother, he Every time I go to a place, I will bring back the local wine Meet a good atmosphere We will be invited to have a few drinks... " Su Shuifu squinted and remembered the scene of tasting wine with her eldest brother. She was drunk, but not completely drunk. Just, by being drunk, I can't help but spit out the words deeply buried in my heart.

"Water Your old family... " Lin Shiyao put his chin on her head, closed his eyes and asked. He didn't want to inquire about her family background, but he was afraid that she would come back to her noble family one day, which he once despised but failed to rise up.

"Before? It's just a caged bird or a frog at the bottom of a well If it wasn't for my mother and brother I think... I'm afraid there will be no more memories... " Su Shuifu swallowed the bitterness that emerged from the bottom of his throat.

She never knew her existence, but she caused such a deep hatred to ER Niang and Shui Yan that she wanted to take her embroidery, even her life.

"Water I have a sister named shuikai Half a father I always thought that she was just playing tricks and getting angry at most But I didn't expect... " She choked out.

Thinking of the panic and helplessness after waking up in dashishan, thinking that if the wolf and the white tiger had not both been defeated, thinking that if there was no small pure snow, then thinking that if there was no rescue for linsyao So, does it mean that you are likely to die more than a hundred times? (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation.