Every time she saw someone coming, she would carefully observe the person coming. After finding that it was not Yan Nanming, her eyes were lost again. Several times she saw that the figure of the person coming was very similar to Yan Nanming, so she stood up excitedly from the stool, even ignoring the stool being tripped to the ground, and looked at the person coming with anticipation, but when the person approached, she was not that familiar face. Feng Qinghuan’s eyes were more and more lost, and finally became loneliness.
Even Feng Qingyou said that she was about to become a “husband-looking stone”. She begged Feng Qinghuan and hit her gently, then ran away with her tongue.
Then Feng Qinghuan continued to look at the direction of the village entrance, looking at the people passing by from afar, looking forward to the person she wanted to see, but was always disappointed.
Finally, Feng Qingyou saw that his sister was haggard and couldn’t help but say, “Since you miss Uncle Yan, why don’t you go to the mountain to find him? You look here again, but he doesn’t know what’s the use.”
Feng Qinghuan ignored her brother’s words at first, but insisted and hesitated for a few days. Finally, she decided to carry some food to the mountain to find Yan Nanming.
But when she came to Yan Nanming’s hut with a nervous mood, she expected to see the familiar figure, but when she saw the empty hut, she was disappointed to find that there was no one in the room.
Then she looked at the house carefully
and looked for traces of Yan Nanming, but she caught a glimpse of the hot tea that had just poured on the table. She knew that Yan Nanming had gone into the mountain to hunt. Although she was regretful, she still didn’t think about anything. She put the food in the pot and heated it up, cleaned his house and helped him clean his clothes. After reading two books, she found that she couldn’t understand the meaning inside, closed the book, put it back in place, and left.
Not long after he left, Yan Nanming returned. When he saw the clothes hanging in the yard, he knew that Feng Qinghuan had come. He moved slightly. Looking at the tidy yard and the cleaned room in the house, a warm current passed through his heart. Yan Nanming’s cold face rarely had a smile.
After taking back the clothes and put them in, Yan Nanming walked into the kitchen again and saw the dishes in the pot. He touched the lid, but it was still hot. He took them out and placed them on the table, picked up a piece of vegetables and put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly, as if he was not eating home-cooked dishes made of wild vegetables in the mountains, but was tasting some exquisite dishes.
After eating, he washed the dishes and chopsticks on the table, put them on the table, and then took out some colorful stones in his chest, which felt as gentle as jade, very comfortable and beautiful. For some reason, when he saw these stones, Feng Qinghuan’s face appeared in front of Yan Nanming, thinking of her warm little face as hot as the sun, as well as her shy cheeks, and the snow-white skin that he saw in the small pool that day, just like these five-colored stones, so he couldn’t help but kick the stones in his arms and brought them back.
He will theseThe stones were placed on the table together, and then they went to deal with the prey they had harvested today. They peeled and dried the prey, and prepared to pick some of them back tomorrow, and they would be sold at the market together.
The next day, Yan Nanming set out early to hunt. Before leaving, he looked at the colorful stones on the table, then turned around and walked towards the depths of the forest.
Feng Qinghuan went up the mountain with the vegetables again and found the bowls on the table and some colorful stones, with some jerky next to it. I thought it should be given to him, but Feng Qinghuan was not sure. If he was self-indulgent, he didn’t take it, but he just put the food in the pot and heated it, and helped him clean the house and clothes like yesterday and went down the mountain.
After Yan Nanming came back, he found the stones that were still in place. His eyes became darker and he picked them up and put them in his hand. The warm feeling brought a hint of coolness to the palm of his hand, which was very comfortable. He just thought that the weather was getting hot these days, so he wanted to give this stone to Feng Qinghuan. Although it was not a valuable thing, this stone was very cold and not easy to become hot, and the feel was also good. Well, it was the most suitable for Feng Qinghuan to play with, but she didn’t know.