"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 227 The Emperor and the Dark Guard

After a night of no dreams, when Yunchu woke up the next morning, the place next to him had been cold for a long time.He propped himself up and sat up from the bed, with a somewhat empty expression on his face.

The door "squeaked" and was opened from the outside, Yun Chu raised his head to look over, and Er Gouzi popped his head out from the crack of the door: "Brother Yun, get up and eat."

Yun Chu looked at him, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and responded with a smile.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the two had been staying at brother Liu's house for more than ten days.

Although the small village is not as prosperous as the town, it is a little more peaceful and warm. People here live a fulfilling and happy life every day at sunrise and sunset.

The injury on Mo Chi's body was almost healed. A few days ago, old man Liu came to remove the stitches, and at the end he praised the other party's recovery quickly.

Yun Chu still stood aside and watched the old man move on the man.After removing the thread, Old Man Liu put the scissors into his medicine box, and whispered to the other party not to make too much movement even if the thread was removed, and then left with the medicine box on his back.

Mo Chi put on his clothes and sent Yun Chu out the door. After stepping out of the threshold, the old man looked back at Yun Chu and said what he had said before: "Do you need to take care of the wound on your face? If you want, I can do it, old man." help you."

Yun Chu saw that before he had time to speak, Mo Chi had already spoken first. He stepped forward, looked at the old man with surprise and eagerness, and couldn't believe it: "Doctor Liu, what you said is true Is it...you can heal the wound on Yunchu's face, right..."

The old man's gray eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his complexion was a little ugly. Anyone who heard others questioning his ability would be unhappy. He blew on his beard, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant: "My old man said that you can That’s fine, if you doubt it, I’ll die.”

"No, that's not what I meant..." Mo Chi hurriedly said, but before he finished speaking, Yun Chu who was beside him had already opened his mouth.

There was no emotion in the man's voice, and he smiled lightly at old man Liu, the mask on his face glaringly reflected in the sun, and he said, "Thank you, Doctor Liu, but don't bother, I think that's fine."

Hearing what he said, Mo Chi's heart went cold in an instant.A layer of gray and white gloom covered his handsome face, he didn't speak any more, and walked aside silently.

The old man took a deep look at Yun Chu, and his eyes seemed to pass over Mo Chi inadvertently. Those vicissitudes of Yan Jing seemed to have seen everything through. He didn't say anything, but left a sentence before leaving : "If you change your mind in the future, come back to me."

Yun Chu watched the old man's figure gradually go away, finally turned into a black dot, and then disappeared, then looked away, and Mo Chi was standing behind him, looking at him quietly with those dark and deep eyes, inside With a sadness and affection that Yunchu couldn't understand.

Not wanting to look at the man's expression, Yun Chu lowered his head, brushed past him, and went back to his room.

Mo Chi looked at his back, slowly clenched the hand hanging by his side, and then loosened it weakly.

After sleeping in the same bed that night, there was an indescribable strangeness in the atmosphere between the two of them. Yun Chu never deliberately avoided Mo Chi, but he never took the initiative to talk to him. Rarely confront him.

Big brother Liu's family noticed the awkward situation between the two of them, and big sister Liu quietly pulled Yun Chu aside in private and asked if the two had quarreled.

Yun Chu just shook his head and said no, the matter between him and the man is too complicated, how can it be summed up clearly by the word quarrel.

Sister Liu saw that he didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say, she just sighed, and after a few words of persuasion in a gentle voice, she stopped asking.

Recently, it is the autumn harvest time, and every household is busy harvesting rice in the paddy fields, and Brother Liu's family is no exception.

The husband and wife rejected Yunchu's proposal to go to the fields to help, and drove the ox cart down to the field every morning after a quick bite of food, and then came back in the evening wearing the stars and the moon with a suit of dew.

It's just that a little accident happened suddenly this day.

Brother Liu's ankle was sprained, and it swelled directly from the ankle into a sand jar, and was carried back by people from the same village.

Er Gouzi hurriedly found Old Man Liu. After taking the medicine, the man was half-sitting on the bed, his sauce-colored face was covered with bean-sized sweat, and his brows and eyes were filled with patience for pain.

The rice hadn't been confiscated yet, but the main labor force in the family was injured. Sister Liu came out of the kitchen with a medicine bowl in her hand, with a worried expression on her face.

Yun Chu bumped into each other and asked in a low voice what happened. After understanding the other party's worries, he was silent for a moment and said to leave it to him.

Sister Liu was stunned, but before she could react, the other party had already turned and left.

Early the next morning, two people wearing coarse short shirts stood in the courtyard. Sister Liu came out of the room and saw the two people's outfits, and immediately understood what the other party was going to do.

The woman in her thirties was moved and guilty, and finally could only say thank you over and over again.

Mo Chi stood behind Yunchu, watching Yunchu comfort the woman in a soft voice, and when the early morning sun jumped over the treetops, the two set off slowly in the ox cart.

On the ridge of the field, Mo Chi looked at the golden paddy fields, and for the first time a look of distress appeared on his handsome face.

It was the first time for him to do farm work at such a big age. Holding a sharp sickle in his hand, he was a little at a loss.

Yun Chu, who was on the side, turned his head to look at him, and saw his embarrassment in his eyes: "Go sit and rest under the tree over there, I'll just come here."

The man's good-looking brows were tightly frowned: "How can it be."

Yun Chu looked at him, and mercilessly opened his mouth to expose: "Can you cut it?"

Mo Chi said calmly, "No." After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "But I can learn, Yunchu, teach me."

Yun Chu looked at him and knew that he was serious, so he didn't say anything, and went directly to the field with a sickle.

Mo Chi followed behind him, watching him bend down and skillfully cut off a handful of rice, and then tied it to the stubble.

The man followed suit, but accidentally got a small wound on his hand.

The sun above the head was rising day by day, and the air seemed to be transpired. The sweat of the two men bent over to work in the rice fields fell to the ground in big drops, and evaporated into water vapor before it could take shape.

Mo Chi blinked, a drop of sweat from his eyelashes dripped onto the back of his hand with a "click", and the wound where the stitches had been removed began to ache. He straightened his back and looked at Yun who had wiped out more than half of the rice by himself. At first, his eyes fell on the other party's sweat-soaked back and clothes, and his eyes were full of distress.

Bowing his head and returning to work, Mo Chi speeded up his hands, thinking that if he did more, Yun Chu would be able to relax a bit.