The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

It was the first time that Li Jin saw his little husband so sad.

He lay on the bed, hugged the person in his arms, touched his heart smoothly to his waist like a little bun, and then came again and again.

Qin Muwen buried his head in Li Jin's neck and his voice was dull: "I feel that both are deliberately imitating the actions of men."

Li Jin's heart jumped suddenly, and suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, would Zhao Shuang plan to find his fiancé whose life or death was uncertain?

Qin Muwen is actually very clever. This cleverness shows that as long as he tries hard to think about one thing, it will be like pulling a carrot, and a bunch of memories will come out.

He said, "I remembered, Shuangshuang seemed to suddenly change his behavior the day after I bought a small tea at our house!"

What did he say to Shuangshuang that day?

Yes, he said that he completely believes in A Jin!

Could it be that this sentence stimulated Zhao Shuang?

Qin Muwen didn't want to understand at the end, and finally hugged Li Jin like this and fell asleep deeply.

After another month, Zhao Shuang's increasingly bold and unrestrained behavior could no longer attract Qin Muwen's attention.

Even Zhao Shuang's parents have no way of doing this. After all, the children did not do anything extraordinarily good. They also feel sorry for Zhao Shuang and are more tolerant of his behavior.

Zhao Shuang said: "My stupid Wenwen, you really thought I was going to run away from home.

I was actually very courageous. When I was young, I saw someone fleeing from the roadside and my arm broke. I was so scared that I kept crying. I had nightmares for several days.

I went out alone, and if I really got hurt, I wouldn't have to scare myself. "

Qin Muwen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's best that you can think so."

Zhao Shuang looked at him and smiled again: "Awen, don't worry about me, I'm not a serious brother. It's not worth your thoughts.

Think about it, it didn't take long for me to get to know you, so I tried to seduce your husband on my own terms, trying to verify whether he was really single-minded by marrying a brother as a master. "

"Under the guise of being good to you, I am actually verifying my own inner humbleness."

Qin Muwen said: "Shuangshuang, I didn't tell you about this a long time ago. Although I was angry at the time, you never made any unusual moves after listening to my advice.

Later, didn't we always be fine, we don't need to talk about this. "

Zhao Shuang said, "No, Awen, you don't know. Someone once said that as long as I am alone in my life, someone who wants to marry him was rejected by him."

Qin Muwen didn't speak. This was the first time he heard him say ‘past’ in the past two or three months since he had known Zhao Shuang.

Although he already knew about that episode, it was different from what Zhao Shuang himself said.

"Later, he and others said he was dead. I didn't believe it. I waited for him to pick me up every day. I can't remember how long I waited.

At that time, I drank his favorite pear white, and when I was drunk, I thought, if he was a half-hearted man, would I be less sad..."

It is because of this idea that Zhao Shuangcai frequently verifies that those who are willing to marry his brother to be the principal are really devoted to that brother.

He wanted to find inner comfort from elsewhere.

Zhao Shuang smiled bitterly: "I am a very selfish person, Awen, he is so good to me, but I only think about myself... I despise myself."

The last few words seemed to pop out of his teeth.

Qin Muwen asked him to sit down, and the little tea brought sweet soup to moisturize his throat.

"You are only too sad. When you are so sad in the future, come and talk to me. Although I can't give you any advice, I can listen.

Shuangshuang, as long as you are willing to say, I will listen. "

Zhao Shuang: "Awen, knowing you is the only three lucky things in my life."

Qin Muwen thought that Zhao Shuang would feel more comfortable after speaking, but he did not expect Zhao Shuang to disappear the next day.

Zhao Shuang's mother hurriedly came to the door: "Awen, did the child from Shuangshuang come to you? He didn't eat breakfast or lunch..."

Qin Muwen shook his head hurriedly, "No, not here..."

Qin Muwen asked Xiaocha to follow him to find him, and he kept the coaxing bun.

Before the evening, Zhao Shuang came back by himself, his body was watery, but because of the strong sun in July, his clothes were all dry. But the smell can't escape.

Qin Muwen asked what he had done.

Zhao Shuang said, "I just went to the outer city for a walk, and did nothing. Look, I'm fine, don't worry."

Qin Muwen said, "You still have aquatic leaves on your hair." Is this just leaving? I'm afraid it's a swim.

Zhao Shuangsi did not see the embarrassment of the lies being exposed. He said: "Awen is smart. Fortunately, I came to see you first. Let me clean up at your house. Otherwise, my father and mother will see me like this. Going to faint."

Qin Muwen couldn't help but let him clean up first.

Zhao Shuang explained: "I really didn't want to go into the water, I just accidentally slipped on the shore..."

Qin Muwen: "So dangerous!"

Zhao Shuangdao: "Isn't today his death day? I want to talk to him."

Not long after Zhao Shuang left here, Li Jin also returned from the academy. In July, the sun was poisoned and the temperature was high. He came back in sweat.

Just when Xiaocha was not there, Li Jin was shirtless in the courtyard and asked Qin Muwen to pour water down his shoulder.

After pouring it several times, Li Jin also cooled down and went back to the house to change clothes.

Qin Muwen noticed that the books in Li Jin's book basket were very thick today, and there was even a stack of blank rice paper underneath. He asked: "A Jin, do you want to write so much today?"

Li Jin said: "I will rest tomorrow. You don't need to go to the academy. This is the task of today and tomorrow. Wan Jiaoyu directly asked me to bring the book back."

Qin Muwen actually didn't know much about arithmetic. After he had little success in his calligraphy, he started to learn to write by himself at Li Jin's request.

Coupled with the help of small tea for housework, Qin Muwen's daily free time has also increased.

At first, Li Jin asked Qin Muwen to write a diary of about 300 words a day, but he was silent for a long time and couldn't write it.

Now, Qin Muwen can write four or five hundred words in one go. Although they are all in the vernacular, there are no subtle words, but they are cleverly combined with flat rhymes, and they are easy to read.

Li Jin was full of praise for this, he felt that what the young man wrote was very spiritual.

There is a kind of innocence between the lines that has not been polished by the world.

However, this is also because the diary records in the first person, which gives people a sense of substitution at a glance.

auzw.com Li Jin suddenly suggested: "Wenwen, are you interested in writing a storybook?"

Qin Muwen's eyes widened: "Speaking book?"

Li Jin said: "It's just the script you imagined. I took you to the tea house before and heard that Mr. Shu talked about the popular script in recent years."

Qin Muwen waved his hand: "I can't write that well."

Li Jin said: "It's one thing whether you can write so well, it's another thing whether you want to write."

In fact, Li Jin could see that Qin Muwen was tempted. Li Jin would take Qin Muwen to the teahouse every ten days to hear about books. On the way back from the teahouse, Qin Muwen would also learn the tone of a storyteller and tell the fragments that he remembered fresh.

Since then, Qin Muwen also has a storytelling style in his diary, that is, he must be smooth.

Qin Muwen's cautious thinking was really ready to move: "Then, then I will try."

As a result, Li Jin still overestimated Qin Muwen. There were only a few stories that the teenager had heard from childhood, such as "Cowherd and Weaver Girl", "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" and "Snail Girl"...

The next day, Li Jin made a one-day commentary on the mathematics, and Qin Muwen also gave Li Jin the results of writing for more than a day.

At this point, Li Jin’s expression is somewhat subtle, because Qin Muwen only changed the Weaver Girl in the "Cowherd and Weaver Girl" story to a brother.

By the way, the child is still staring, with long eyelashes and slightly curled up.

There was a look of "Franc, please compliment me".

Li Jin's first reply was insincere, but his tone was particularly sincere and complimented: "The writing is really good."

Qin Muwen smiled shyly, planning to change another version of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon".

Li Jin stopped him and said, "Wenwen, let's write the next one in the first person."

Qin Muwen has a special talent for first-person descriptions that he didn't even notice. Fortunately, Li Jin found out and was silently guiding him in this direction.

"First-person," Qin Muwen thought for a while, and said, "I will write a first-person snail brother!"

Li Jin stopped him and gave Qin Muwen a proposition.

"Writing that later, you can write about your own life first and record it in small fragments."

Qin Muwen didn't quite understand: "Huh?"

Li Jin said: "It's like writing a diary, but it's not just a running account, but a separate description of something that makes you happy and happy."

Qin Muwen said: "Just write one thing?"

Li Jin nodded: "A small fragment is about three hundred words, and only one thing is written."

Qin Muwen looked down and thought for a while, his eyes lit up.

Li Jin didn't expect that he would have ideas so soon, standing quietly behind the boy, watching the cute little letters of hairpins born from his pen.

"On the third day of the 9th month of the Xin Chou year, sunny, breeze..."

What Qin Muwen wrote was that they were still living in the village at the time of last year. On the third day of September, he was no longer in the clinic, so he could go home early every afternoon to accompany him and his children.

Of course, Qin Muwen used himself as the first person in writing. He wrote that after finishing his work, he looked up at the sky, expecting the sound of knocking at the door more than once.

It was written earlier that the voice was lost several times, and then he had no choice but to go back and feed the rice cereal with the little bun.

But not wanting to look up, he saw Fu Lang pushing open the door of the main house, carrying the honey he bought for him.

A short clip came to an abrupt end here, but the ordinary emotions of a young man made people want to continue watching.

Li Jin praised: "This is well written."

Qin Muwen: "Husband, I also find that I write this more easily."

After all, those are my own emotions, so I can directly write the true feelings.

Li Jin said: "You can write more in the future. I will come back to check the typos and wording for you at night."

Then it is sorted into a book, and you can probably go to the bookstore to contribute.

Qin Muwen didn't know Li Jin's plan, and whispered, "A Jin, you have to keep watching."

Those are all his careful thoughts. These little emotions of missing, liking, and love are seen by the person thinking in his heart, even if they are as straightforward as a teenager, they will be shy.

Li Jin said, "Don't you want me to see it?"

Qin Muwen shook his head quickly, he was just shy.

Li Jin smiled and said: "Wenwen, I don't need to read it for the time being, you write yours, and when you want to take the initiative to let me read it, I will go and read it again."

Qin Muwen hugged him and expressed his pure liking.

"Actually, A Jin can see it. I like A Jin."

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