Chapter 142： return

Chapter 142 Return

Twilight came secretly from the distant mountains, the mountains were dark ocher, and gusts of evening wind blew away the sultry heat of the day.

Yang Lan'er wiped her sweat-stained and itchy face, and looked at the tall and straight back of the cheap man who was walking in front. Although he was wearing coarse cloth and short brown, it still didn't affect his demeanor at all. It is slower to accommodate her.

Standing at the exit of the valley, looking at the dim head of the cave, the lively noise, the husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, feeling a sense of peace in their hearts.

Tan Anjun released two bamboo baskets of Gastrodia elata from the ring, and said with a helpless smile, "Lady, let's go home with Gastrodia elata on our backs."

Yang Lan'er blinked, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, have you missed your babies these days away from home?"

Tan Anjun rolled her eyes: "What do you think?"

"How do I know what's in your heart?" Yang Lan'er retorted.

Tan Anjun asked back: "Is this still a question?"

Yang Lan'er carried a bamboo basket full of Gastrodia elata on her back, and she still did not give up and asked: "Master, did you think about me during the years in the military camp?"

She hurried on with her head down, her ears pricked up to wait for his answer, her heart was inexplicably tense, and even Yang Lan'er herself didn't know whether she wanted to hear it or not.

Tan Anjun walked in front silently, pursed his thin lips, and thought about how to answer in his mind, so as not to make his little wife angry.

At the beginning, he must have been homesick. Later, due to heavy training and cruel battlefield killings, his heart gradually became numb. Later, he would only occasionally think of it when he couldn't sleep at night. His wife's face is blurred in his mind.

After all, they were separated only half a month after their marriage, but he dared not say these words.

Tan Anjun touched his nose, coughed, and said cautiously: "I think."

Turning around and looking at the little wife behind him, he stood still and said softly: "When I first went there, I was most worried about you being at home alone, fearing that you would be bullied. After a long time, there was no time for a long-term relationship, but I just remembered it occasionally."

After finishing speaking, he carefully glanced at his little wife, worried that she would be angry.

Yang Lan'er had mixed feelings in her heart, and she really wanted to sew her own cheap mouth, why did she ask such an inappropriate question? No matter how cheap Xianggong answered, she couldn't let go of it.

She lowered her head and told herself over and over again in her heart: Now Yang Lan'er is just you, and you are Yang Lan'er, why are you jealous with yourself?

Yang Lan'er sighed melancholy: "Master, let's go home quickly, I'm hungry."

It is now twilight.

Tan Anjun heaved a sigh of relief and nodded: "Go back."

When they were about to reach the middle of the valley, both the couple noticed that there was a big house not far away in the twilight. They only saw a shadow, and the specific blur could not be seen clearly.

"Master, this is our house, has it been built yet?" Yang Laner asked loudly with interest.

Tan Anjun took his little wife's hand and smiled: "It's getting late, let's go home first, this house won't run away here, let's come back tomorrow and take a good look, it probably hasn't been covered yet."

"Okay, let's go back quickly, I miss the babies, my family must have never expected that we will come back today, is this a surprise?" Yang Lan'er raised her head and asked with a smile.

Tan Anjun recalled the mischievous appearance of his two sons, and slightly curled his lips: "It's sort of."

Yang Lan'er glanced at the little white tiger sleeping soundly in the cheap husband's arms, rubbed the tiger's head, and said to Tan Anjun with a smile: "Master, we both work so hard, it's the most enjoyable thing to enjoy."

Tan Anjun: "..."

"Master, do you think the babies will like Xixi when they see it?" Yang Lan'er asked anxiously.

Tan Anjun: "..."

Facing the little wife's thoughts, he shook his head helplessly, and he didn't know if his sons would like him.

(end of this chapter)