I don't know if it's because I'm spoiled and spoiled, or because I'm in too much a hurry, or because the things are too heavy, Zhuang Xiaoyu is out of breath, with fine sweat dripping from his forehead, and his skin looks like creamy, dripping with sweat... ...

Qin Wuyan sat resting on the stone at the door, looked at the road leading to the small wooden house, saw someone coming, quickly picked up the wooden stick at hand, leaned on it, and stood up.

Zhuang Xiaoyu trotted all the way to him, raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead, and smiled at him with eyebrows curved, "Is your leg better? Has the swelling gone down?"

Qin Wuyan glanced down at his legs, and said in a low voice, "It's much better."

Zhuang Xiaoyu carried the food box into the small wooden house with a smile, and put out the bowls and chopsticks in the food box one by one. Qin Wuyan followed behind her, looked up, and saw that today's food was much richer than yesterday's , a large bowl full of braised pork, braised fish, and the mouth-watering Dongbo Pork. The rice bowl is also bigger, which is more than half of yesterday's portion.

Qin Wuyan lowered his eyes and licked his thin lips.

Zhuang Xiaoyu walked over and supported him: "You are hungry, come and eat quickly, I am also a little hungry, I will eat with you."

Qin Wuyan leaned on a wooden stick and sat on the bamboo mat.

She said she would eat with him, but she couldn't eat a few fish balls and a pastry.

The rest of the food was swept away by Qin Wuyan.

He was very satisfied and left the pastry she brought over.

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened the bag, took out the clothes inside, and handed it to him: "This is the clothes my brother doesn't wear. I think it's still good. It's a pity to throw it away. If you don't mind it, you can wear it and wait for you." Get well, come back to my house with me, and I will make clothes for you."

Qin Wuyan was holding the brand new clothes in his arms, with distinct patterns on them, the cuffs and neckline were embroidered with gold thread, it looked like a nobleman's clothes.

He searched carefully, and finally found a loose thread at the cuff. It turned out that the son felt that the thread was loose, so he didn't want to wear this dress.

The son of a wealthy family is really generous, and he doesn't understand the suffering of the people at all.

Seeing that he refused to move, Zhuang Xiaoyu asked, "Why don't you change?"

Qin Wuyan moved his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "You avoid it."

There was no covering under his tattered clothes. After all, he was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, so he still had a sense of shame.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that her little face turned red, and quickly put the bowls, chopsticks and plates on the bamboo mat into the food box, twisted the food box and walked out: "I, I, I'll go get the bowls Wash the chopsticks clean."

She went out and closed the dilapidated wooden door, her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Qin Wuyan took off his ragged clothes and put on this expensive brocade and embroidered robe...

Zhuang Xiaoyu hadn't finished washing the bowl when she heard a "creak" and the small wooden door was opened.

The girl turned her head and saw the young man standing at the door of the simple wooden house at a glance. The young man was dressed in a moon-white embroidered robe.

When she saw him for the first time, she thought the boy was a little too good-looking, but she didn't expect him to be so good-looking.

How to describe it?

Probably the best looking of all the men I've seen in my life.

The beauty of all the people in the world seems to be no match for his faint eyes......