After that day, early the next morning, Twenty-seven packed up his sword and weapons, tied up his whole body tightly, and squatted outside the yard gate waiting for Chen Sang.

As soon as Chen Sang pushed the door out, he saw a thin boy looking up at him. He asked, "What's wrong? I'm going to go up the mountain to hunt today. I don't have time to teach you martial arts."

Twenty-seven lowered his head, and it took a long time to speak, "I'm going to hunt, too."

Chen Sang was a little funny, “What hunting do you do? Such a big kid.”

Twenty-seven stared at him, “Who is the kid? I’m so old. Besides, I’m very skilled in martial arts, so why can’t I hunt.”

It was very windy outside. It was raining and snowing yesterday. There was a layer of cold on the ground. Chen Sang glanced at him, "It's not a relaxing and fun thing, just talk with you."

Twenty-seven was very angry. He stood up, but not as good as Chen Sanggao, but he hadn't grown up yet. "I'm not going to play, I just want to practice my skills."

In fact, he didn't tell the truth. When he went back yesterday, he heard the old ladies talking to each other, saying that it was snowing and it would freeze the next day, and the road on the mountain was slippery. The boss of the Chen family still had to continue hunting up the mountain to subsidize the household income. Life was not easy, and he was not afraid of falling from the top and there was no one around, which was very dangerous.

Twenty-seven thought for a long time, and packed up before dawn early in the morning and waited here.

But he won't tell Chen Sang this.

He was very young and muttered to Chen Sang, "If you don't want to, I will go up the mountain by myself and not go with you."

Chen Sang has a good temper and is now peaceful. He treats him as his own baby and is even more spoiled. After looking at Twenty-Seven, he is helpless, "Then come with you. But have you brought less things?"

Twenty-seven touched the weapons on his body, "Nothing is missing."

Chen Sang said: "Do you think the mountain is the same as the mountain? It's very cold now, so you can add more thick clothes."

Twenty-seven: "Ah..."

He is a young man, angry and greedy for clothes. In addition, the winter in Jiangnan is not much colder, so he doesn't even pay for a thick piece of clothing.

After he fell asleep in a daze and became healthier, Chen Sang woke up every day when he left and said goodbye to the other party, and then went to bed. But now when he heard the movement of Chen Sang coming back, he could tell the sound of Chen Sang's footsteps because it was unique to him.

He asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Chen Sang rummaged around the cabinet with a very light movement. He didn't look for clothes when he heard this. He leaned over and kissed him with satisfaction, and explained: "The little boy wants to go up the mountain with me. If he has no clothes to wear, I will get one of his own for him..."

I frowned with satisfaction. He was very good at taking care of people. I heard the inappropriateness. "You are much bigger than him. You don't fit and don't feel warm. Take one of mine..."

He doesn't have a good memory now, so he has to think about it for a while before he can remember a rough idea, "Did you bring a white fox jacket from Beijing, which is placed in the bottom of the cabinet? You don't know where, I'll get up..."

Chen Sang interrupted him, "I understand, why are you so worried? Just sleep well and I'll get it."

I fell asleep with satisfaction and peace of mind.

As a result, the twenty-seventh day almost fell because he was not familiar with the road conditions. He was pulled up by the semi-disabled Chen Sangzi who thought he could not use his right hand.

Twenty-seven sat in the same place in a suffocation, secretly glanced at Chen Sang, and asked fiercely: "Why don't you laugh at me?"

Chen Sang salied him and said calmly: "What are you laughing at? How old are you? No matter what mistakes you make, you should not be laughed at. But be careful no matter what you do. Don't take the danger to your heart because you have the ability, right?"

Twenty-seven years later, I finally put in a word "right".

He thought to himself, Chen Sang is really good at speaking, no wonder he can fool him, but he is devoted and deeply in love.

Later, most of them went hunting together. The two of them were better than one, and they brought more prey back. In addition, as the end of the year approached, every household was preparing for the festival gifts, so they didn't have to worry about selling prey, so their lives were much better, and the family changed their appearance.

Twenty-seven did not come to live together.

When Chen Sang reorganized the house, he was eager to help him build a house, and twenty-seven's eyes lit up.

Next, he shook his head and turned his face to look at Chen Sang. He avoided the satisfied gaze from afar, "If we live together, the superiors will definitely transfer me away if they know."

He doesn't want to leave.

If you go up the mountain to hunt together every day, it can be considered for surveillance. Living together would be too close, and no matter how you explain it, it would be difficult to explain it clearly.

Chen Sang was silent for a moment. He sighed. Because of his throat, his sigh was almost unheard, and he just said, "I forgot everything."

But the only exception is on New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning of New Year's Eve, Chen Sang got up and was busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. She watched the whole process from the side and gave Chen Sang a high spiritual support. Because She knew nothing about cooking, although she had been in the imperial kitchen for a long time, she was not cooking, and she was not useful at all. She could even cook a porridge on weekdays, let alone make more complicated meals.

In the past six months, Chen Sang can cook when he is free, and his cooking skills have improved greatly. He is not panicked at all in the face of such a big scene as New Year's Eve New Year's Eve dinner. He just came over and brought the idle little boy Twenty-seven next door to be a coolie. Twenty-seven now listens to Chen Sang's words, but unfortunately he is not very skilled and cannot catch a live chicken. He asked the strong old hen to flap his wings and escape. Because Chen Sang specifically told him that other than cutting his throat and bleeding, he should not be killed by other methods, which would affect his taste. He chased him outside the yard for a long time before finally getting the chicken back to the kitchen.

Hair plucking is another disaster.

I watched this scene with peace of mind and serenely, staring at the rice paste on my stove.

Chen Sang and Twenty-seven were not careful, and they were satisfied that they had already cooked rice paste and moved a stool to paste couplets. He has gained weight recently, but he is still thinner than ordinary people. He is trembling in the cold wind, as if he is not careful and will be blown away.

However, his hands and feet were very fast. After a while, the word "Fu" at the gate was not posted. The door was too high, and the word "Fu" was upside down on the top. He was satisfied with tiptoeing, afraid that it would be tilted, but almost fell from the top. He happened to be killed and the chicken was killed. Twenty-seven, who came out to take a breath, held the stool.

Twenty-seven is now loyal to Chen Sang, and immediately howls to the kitchen: "Uncle Chengxin didn't tell us, and he secretly pasted the couplet!"

Satisfied: "..."

The tree was already in its fortitude, and Chen Sang was reluctant to blame him. He walked to the gate and stood on the bench, saying to them: "The last word "Fu" is together. We will have good luck in the coming year."

The word "Fu" was finally stuck on it with three hands.

I ate early on New Year's Eve, but I had to eat dumplings until midnight before I could sleep. I was so sleepy that I was originally drowsy, so Chen Sang wanted to help him go to bed and went to make dumplings with Twenty-seven.

He felt as if he was in his arms, half-closed his eyes and said softly: "I also want to make dumplings with you and have a complete year."

They have known each other for so long, but most of their lives are the first time they spend the New Year together.

Chen Sang couldn't bear to say anything he refused.

Twenty-seven, holding fried croquettes and sugar cakes, happily watched the shadow puppets invited by the village and set off fireworks. After all, he was a child and stayed in the military camp since he was a child. He had never seen many lively tricks, and he couldn't bear to let go of it at first sight.

But when he was making dumplings, he suddenly came back.

Asked him: "Have you finished playing tricks outside? I'll be back so soon."

Twenty-seven held candy in his mouth and said vaguely: "No, I'm singing a show. I saw you making dumplings, so I came back to make them together."

Although he watched the excitement, he jumped onto the house every once in a while and looked at the shadows of the two people inside. When he saw them making dumplings, he didn't want to see any tricks and came back directly.

I took out a red envelope from the pillow, rubbed Twenty-seven's head, and smiled and said, "We Twenty-seven are so well-behaved."

Twenty-seven looked at the thing in his hand in a daze, astonished, "What is this?"

Sustainedly explained: "It's a red envelope, I'll give you the New Year."

Twenty-seven glanced at the red envelope quickly and wanted to take it, but muttered, "I'm not a child again..."

I used to be very good at coaxing Qiao Yu, but now I am

Twenty-seven, who is very good at coaxing the right and wrong, took a candy cake and stuffed it into his mouth, "I haven't started a family and I still like to eat candy cakes, why aren't I considered a child?"

He paused and looked at Twenty-Seven seriously, "Besides, you are sixteen years old now, and even when you are sixty-one, I will also regard you as a child."

That is, he may not be able to live at that time.

But he is living such a good life now, every moment is a beautiful dream, and it is not in vain for his life.

After eating the dumplings, it was already late at night. Chen Sang also handed a red envelope to Twenty-seven. After thinking for a long time, he said something about being an elder. He taught me, "I don't know how long you can stay here, nor what kind of person you will become and what kind of thing you will do in the future. Everything depends on your own thoughts. I just hope that you will live up to your life and not do what you will regret when you think about it."

When he said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky. Twenty-seven always felt that what he said was very unhappy, even sad, and it was not in line with today's happiness at all.

However, Twenty-Seven still took the red envelope with both hands and solemnly agreed to this sentence.

Chen Sang arranged him in the small room and went back to the room by himself.

He was huddled in the quilt, and now he was afraid of the cold. Even if the charcoal fire was burned in the house, it was wrapped tightly, revealing a pair of black eyes, all falling on Chen Sang.

Chen Sang lifted the quilt, got in, held his heart in his arms, stuffed a red envelope into his chest, bit his ear and said, "You, no matter how old you are, in my heart, you are the pitiful child who peeked at me for practicing swords."

I blushed with satisfaction.

Chen Sang did nothing else. He blew out the candle and whispered: "Go to sleep. Tomorrow is the first day of the New Year, and there are so many things to do. In a dozen days, it will be Lantern Festival. I will take you to see the lanterns."

Closed his eyes with satisfaction.

He no longer had nightmares, nor was he afraid of anything, but he was the rare peace he had lived for so many years.
Chapter completed!