Wen Nuan was afraid that it would snow and be cold in the middle of the night, so he heated up the kang and huddled up in bed.
The leaky roof was covered with rotten mats that Zhu Dongming found from somewhere. Although there was still some ventilation, it was not as cold as before.
In the middle of the night, Nuan Nuan was sleeping soundly, and I seemed to hear something vaguely moving.
Wen Nuan's heart tightened, but he didn't panic.
No matter who wants to do something, she will not let him succeed.
What he held tightly in his hand was the sharp scissors from space, just waiting for someone to come closer and prick him unexpectedly.
Outside, the snow seems to be falling heavier and heavier, and the house is not as dark as before.
There seemed to be a faint smell of blood mixed in the cold air.
Nuan Nuan only heard the sound of the man's footsteps getting closer and closer and the sound of his own heartbeat.
The moment he approached her, Wen Nuan suddenly sat up from the kang, and when she saw him, she also took advantage of the situation and rushed towards the black figure.
However, it was not successful.
Warmth and a chill in the heart.
Her hand was held tightly by the person who came, and the person's fingertips were thickly calloused. In the darkness, Nuan Nuan heard him seem to let out a faint laugh.
The smell of blood in the air was mixed with a faint, familiar scent of mint tobacco that reached the tip of her nose.
She has always been very sensitive to smells, and this smell... seems a bit familiar.
"Little girl, can you help me?" In the darkness, the man said in a hoarse voice.
"Are you...Uncle Lu?" Wen Nuan was a little surprised, and his voice was also a little high-pitched.
"Shh." The man whispered, "Don't make any noise and do me a small favor."
Nuan Nuan withdrew her hand as she wanted to light the kerosene lamp. She asked nervously, "Are you injured?"
"A little injury." Lu Jinchuan whispered.
It's just that the wound that Zhou Jin had finally sewn up seemed to have burst again, and he would definitely be nagging him to death when he returned.
"What should we do?" Wen Nuan was a little anxious.
"Help me put on a show." Lu Jinchuan whispered in her ear.
In the darkness, Nuan Nuan did not see that after Lu Jinchuan finished speaking, his handsome face turned red.
But there is no way at the moment.
"Acting?" Wen Nuan was stunned with some confusion.
She heard Lu Jinchuan's breath blowing against her face, and then she was pressed down on the kang, "Will you cry?"
Wen Nuan is even more confused.
Why are you crying?
Immediately afterwards, her butt was slapped by Lu Jinchuan.
warmth,"……"
Do you want to change land and explode?
If it weren't for the man's voice and the familiar questioning tone on his body, Wen Nuan would have suspected that this man was a fake Lu Jinchuan.
The scissors in her hand have not been released. If she could, she would just raise her hand and the scissors could pierce Lu Jinchuan's body.
But he still didn't use the scissors in his hand.
"Huh? Cry." Lu Jinchuan lowered his head, and the breath between his nostrils swept across her red cheeks, and Nuan Nuan heard his own moaning sound that sounded like crying but not crying.
This sound... Lu Jinchuan's body stiffened.
"Is it okay...is it okay?" the girl asked cautiously.
The position of the two of them was really awkward.
"Wait a little longer." He said in a hoarse voice.
It wasn't until the shadow in the yard disappeared that Lu Jinchuan fell next to Wen Nuan as if he had lost weight.
Neither of them spoke anymore, but they both seemed to hear the heartbeat of the other person or themselves.
Nuan Nuan felt embarrassed and wanted to crawl into a hole.
So what did she do just now to make such an embarrassing sound? And it was in front of the person who respected her the most.
Oh my god, what has she done?
At this moment, when he heard Lu Jinchuan's breathing next to him, his face turned even redder.
The room was quiet, and only the breathing of two people could be heard. Nuan Nuan curled up in the bed, trying to minimize his presence.
After a long time, she heard Lu Jinchuan's faint laughter.
Nuan Nuan couldn't help but feel a little angry.
What is he laughing at?
Could it be that you were laughing at what you said just now?
"Thank you, girl." Lu Jinchuan smiled. Although there was no light in the room, his sight was better than ordinary people, so he naturally saw the little girl pouting in anger.
The smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but get wider.
Crying like that is really... hard to avoid misunderstanding.
"I...rarely cry." Nuan Nuan said muffledly under the quilt, "I won't cry."
When she was a child, she would cry when she was beaten by Wen Fengqi when she did something wrong, but as long as she cried, Wen Fengqi would beat her even harder.
And Wang Huahua couldn't protect himself, let alone stopped Wen Fengqi.
Later, when I grew up, Nuan Nuan realized that crying in this family was the most useless, because no one would care or feel sorry for me.
In the darkness, Lu Jinchuan sat up from the kang and glanced at the warmth that wrapped him into a rice dumpling, "I'm sorry."
Nuan Nuan revealed her clear almond eyes from the quilt and looked at him crookedly, "Was there a bad person just now?"
"Well." Lu Jinchuan said, "I...may need to trouble you tonight."
He couldn't go back now. Those people would definitely ambush him on the road if they couldn't find him.
"It's okay, what do you need me to do?" Wen Nuan shook his head, "Do you want your injury treated? Can I light the oil lamp now?"
There are no electric lights in her yard.
So well behaved.
Lu Jinchuan sighed, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Although it is a new society, the villagers are still very traditional. If people know that there is a man hiding in the warm room, her reputation will be ruined.
Nuan Nuan nodded and shook his head, "I'm not afraid."
If it had been anyone else, the scissors in Nuan Nuan's hands would have been stuck long ago.
But this man is Uncle Lu whom she admires most. Will Nuan Nuan be afraid of those gossips?
No.
Even if she was asked to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, she would do it without hesitation as long as Lu Jinchuan gave him orders.
What are you afraid of?
In her previous life, she cared too much about other people's opinions, so she lived such a tiring and hard life.
While Lu Jinchuan was in a daze, Wen Nuan had already climbed up from the kang and found a match. The originally dark room became brighter as the oil lamp was lit.
Under the dim light, Wen Nuan saw Lu Jinchuan looking at him with a pale face.
"Let me look at the wound for you," she said.
She could smell the bloody smell that seemed to be getting worse.
Lu Jinchuan looked at her and saw that her eyes were firm and not loose at all, so he let her check his wounds.
But when the little girl's slender hands touched the buttons of his clothes, Lu Jinchuan's originally calm face turned red, "I'll do it myself."
His voice was hoarse.
Nuan Nuan's face turned red because of these words.
Both of them were a little embarrassed, but something seemed to be slowly pulling them between them.