Chapter 112: 58.2

 Shen Xuanqing looked out at the sky while drinking water, the light rain was still falling, but the cloud was not as heavy as yesterday, and it would stop by tonight at the latest. If it was difficult to go hunting on the mountain road tomorrow, go to the river to catch fish and loaches first.

    This year he paid off his debts and made a lot of money. He could afford meat to make bacon and sausages. He didn’t need to sell dried fish and loach anymore.

    After drinking the warm water in the bowl, his thoughts returned, and he subconsciously looked at Lu Gu next to him, and found that his little fulang’s cheeks were slightly red, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was a little nervous.

    Realizing that Lu Gu was quietly moving his legs away, not wanting to be next to him, Shen Xuanqing suddenly felt lost and confused at the same time. He couldn't figure out why Lu Gu didn't want to be next to him, and the dissatisfaction in his heart gradually rose, he pursed his lips slightly and frowned, extremely puzzled.

    If Lu Gu knew that he thought like that, Lu Gu would definitely not think of a way to stay away from him, but Lu Gu didn't know, the legs of the two of them separated a little bit.

    The cold wind blew in from the outside, Lu Gu raised a hand to touch his cheek, and the heat became less hot once the wind blew.

    Shen Xuanqing treated him well, it was not that he didn't want to be next to Shen Xuanqing, if it was in the past it would be fine, but for some reason, yesterday Shen Xuanqing actually put him in such a posture, shocking him, he didn't dare to resist and refuse, the pain was not very painful, but this fact was too embarrassing, which made him a little afraid to face Shen Xuanqing.

    One of the two was timid and the other was sulking, and they didn't speak.

    Suddenly, the puppy lying on Lu Gu's shoe fell to the ground and rolled, screaming in shock. Lu Gu was picked up from the chair by Shen Xuanqing. Fortunately, the water in his bowl was finished, otherwise it would sprinkle all over.

    The door of the room was kicked shut with a "bang", which made Lu Gu's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, he was put on the bed.

    Shen Xuanqing put the bowl on the table beside him, he was so depressed that he was stubborn, and he didn't had anything to say, so he just laid his body on Lu Gu's body.

    Lu Gu didn't know what happened to Shen Xuanqing, he thought he was going to do that again, he couldn't help being nervous, but Shen Xuanqing pressed on him and didn't move for a long time, as if he didn't mean that.

    After a while, Shen Xuanqing finally made a move. The young man had a good face. He lost his temper with Fulang for no reason. He kissed the side of the neck several times.

    Shen Xuanqing sat up and stopped pressing Lu Gu. Although they were married, they still didn't understand the words love. He scratched his head and couldn't think of any affectionate words, and finally said dryly: "You, how about you take a rest."

 

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    Lu Gu was pure-hearted, saw him got up and left, and gently closed the door, after thinking about it, he believed it was true, thinking that Shen Xuanqing wanted him to had a rest before holding him in.

    Shen Xuanqing was a good person, he once again confirmed this point in his heart, and after thinking about it, a faint smile appeared on his face, which he didn't even notice.

   The river water had risen a bit. After Shen Xuanqing cast his net, he saw Lu Gu squatting by the river digging wild vegetables. He said something to him and then went to the northern forest to pick hickory leaves.

    After it rained, the water in the river was even colder, and the coldness seemed to seep into the bones. Lu Gu's body was thin, so he couldn’t bear it. So he would catch more drunk fish today, and he wouldn't need to go into the water or his legs would be freezing cold. If you wanted to eat fresh fish, just pick the net later.

 

    Lu Gu saw that he went there empty-handed, and after digging up the wild vegetables, he followed with a bamboo basket. It was convenient to use a bamboo basket to hold the leaves.

    The puppy had never seen a scene of drunken fish. The fishing net was pulled up and it was quite fruitful. The fishes that hadn’t fainted were flopping and slapping their tails on the bank. There were fresh and fat river prawns in the net. The puppy was running and jumping, barking, feeling excited.

    After the fishing net was pulled up, there were still many fishes in the river, so Shen Xuanqing ran back to the yard and took a big deep bamboo basket, picked up the fishes in the river with the bambbo basket in his hand.

 

    Lu Gu didn't care about the little wild vegetables in the bamboo basket, let alone the ones in the fishing net, he put all the fishes that Shen Xuanqing threw on the bank into the bamboo basket, and he didn't take any fishes that were too small, so he threw them downstream with all his strength, otherwise they would still be dead. It would be picked up by Shen Xuanqing's bamboo basket.

    The rain stopped last night, and it was still a bit cloudy today. The sun came out for a while, and the river was icy cold. They dragged their fishing nets and carried bamboo baskets on their backs and ran for two or three times to bring the fishes back to the yard. Lu Gu boiled hot water, otherwise there were so many fishes, the hands would be frozen when killing them, at least you could use warm water to soak your hands in the yard to warm them up.

    There were fewer people catching fish in the deep mountains, and there were more big fish than in the village. Hundreds of fish filled the barrels and basins, and there were many river shrimps.

    As soon as Lu Gu came back, he went to the kitchen to boil water. Even if he had seen this kind of harvest joy once, it would still make people felt happy. Almost every fishes was longer than his hand. could you be unhappy? So many fishes were dried in the sun , enough for six of them to survive the winter.

    Shen Xuanqing went into the kitchen to get the knife, Lu Gu couldn't hide the joy on his face, he sat on the small stool in front of the stove and looked up at Shen Xuanqing, his eyes sparkling. Like the galaxy at night.

    Shen Xuanqing had studied, but at this moment he was still speechless, and could only think of the most common stars.

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