[Dan Lang doesn't need to be repaired, isn't he going to leave? Except for the swing, nothing else is broken, but it's not that good, it can still be used]

In fact, Zhao Qingxiu heard that the swing was broken a few days ago. Yes, it was heard. From the slightest squeaking sound of it, it was just that it had never mentioned it to Tan Lang.

"That's right, it may be because I'm leaving." Ouyang Rong smiled, then restrained his expression, and said seriously: "But as long as you stay here for a day, this is home. Of course, you have to clean up your own home. Even if it's just a day's home, that's home."

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't see his eyes, but could feel something in his words... a down-to-earth and powerful thing.

She couldn't help but lower her head, a little dull, and her fingers trembled slightly.

[What if one day we are dilapidated and have no houses and can only live in a dilapidated temple in a wilderness ridge]

"Then you have to clean up well. With you next to you, we are home wherever we are. If the roof leaks, we will repair it, and if the bed breaks, we will apply the floor... As long as I am here, I can work with my hands and feet, and I can still be hungry. If we are hardworking together, we will have some luck in any life."

Ouyang Rong said for a while, smiled, and under Zhao Qingxiu's dazed face, he added:

"But your Tanlang is still a little promising now. You can live in a house without hard work to make up for it. It can temporarily save most of the troubles of ordinary people."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly shook her head and wrote word by word:

[No, no matter what house we live in, we should be more diligent in our family. Don’t you can rest at home. The embroiderer will be diligent. If we live a hard life, we will have many opportunities]

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded vigorously.

"good."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head again, squatted back to the ground, repaired the swing before whispering:

"Actually, I'm still thinking about putting this yard here intact. In this way, if you go back to the Huaiye Lane Mansion after the birthday ceremony, but you feel uncomfortable living there, you can go back to this yard to live. It is always here, it is a shelter. There is a way out, so we won't be wronged."

Zhao Qingxiu's little face was a little moved. She raised her head, and her blindfolded eyes seemed to be "condensing" him.

Ouyang Rong did not go to see her, so he simply sat on the ground.

He was already very good at using his hands. After a while of fiddling, he said with joy:

"alright."

Ouyang Rong pushed the swing, tried it out, stood up and clapped his hands.

"I've strengthened it a little, and now I can sit there with confidence."

Turning his head and looking at him, he found that the embroiderer picked up the wine again, walked over, held the cup in both hands and raised it to him.

This yellow wine is not a yellow wine. The word "玉" means closed or wrapped around the rope. Yellow wine is yellow sealed wine, and is sealed with yellow squid or yellow paper. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, as long as the best official wine was sealed with yellow paper, hence the name.

This pot of iced yellow wine was specially delivered by Pei Shisanniang in the morning. She knew that her son would accompany the embroiderer in the yard, and the things she gave were also very particular...

Ouyang Rong sat down on the swing, reached out to take the warm wine cup covered by the embroidered girl's hand, but found that the cold wine noodles with pear petals floating in the cup were half shorter.

Less than half a cup of wine.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the embroiderer.

The corners of her lips were particularly red, like the red wall of the weeping willows behind her, and there were some water stains. It was the color of the moist red wall, and it was a depressing but passionate red.

"Don't the embroiderer drink a lot?"

Ouyang Rong asked in surprise.

Zhao Qingxiu was just waiting for him to practice the swing, and I didn't know if he was distracted, so he took a little sip.

Facing Ouyang Rong's question, Zhao Qingxiu raised her little face and looked a little confused. She seemed to be distracted at first glance and didn't hear him clearly.

Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head, raised his head and drank all the wine cups in one breath.

This yellow wine is a fine wine, but the degree is not sudden to him.

This thought flashed through Ouyang Rong's mind.

And for some reason, seeing the embroiderer's wet and pink lips, the tendency that his excess merit, which was about to break through the 1,300 number, was about to overflow...

"The embroidered lady has a good alcohol tolerance..."

Ouyang Rong put down his wine glass and was about to praise her.

The beautiful figure in the white dress in front of him suddenly plunged into his arms, like a milk swallow pouring into the forest.

She spread her arms and hugged Ouyang Rong who was sitting on the swing.

He exclaimed in surprise.

The two of them seemed to be united, and the swing suddenly swayed like flying.

Under the sun in the afternoon, the shadows of people and their sleeves are cast on the red wall, like a word.

Home.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!