"Happy birthday."
Lin Jinlong scratched the back of his head, looked at the half-bitten elbow in his hand, and swallowed in embarrassment.
"Yixuan, brother Lan wishes you a happy birthday, good health and all wishes come true."
Mo Canglan didn't have a sour elbow, and silently picked up the teacup.
"Thank you sister, brothers."
Lin Yixuan's tears welled up in his eyes, he picked up the small bowl of chicken noodle soup, and tried his best not to let the tears flow down.
"Let's eat the noodles first, it won't taste good when it's cold."
Lin Qingluo looked at him dotingly, with gentle eyes.
"Um."
Lin Yixuan obediently agreed, picked up the chopsticks, and put a strand of noodles into his mouth.
The noodles are soft and rotten, and the chicken soup is delicious. When you eat it, it warms your heart.
A drop of tear, along the thick and long eyelashes, dripped into the bowl, mixed into the chicken soup, and disappeared.
***
In Jishui Village, just like two years ago, hard-working fishermen go out to sea at sunrise and return to sail at sunset, fishing and working day after day.
Lin Qingluo and his party rode on horseback and arrived at Jishui Village before evening.
The old house of the Feng family is still there, and the yard looks more dilapidated from the outside.
A group of young men surrounded Lin Qingluo to the gate of the courtyard, pushed open the fence gate, and entered the small courtyard.
"The furnishings in the house are considered complete, at least there are beds, and there is no need to sleep on the floor at night."
Stone was quick on his feet, and within a short while, he turned around all the rooms.
"The pots and pans in the kitchen are also there, wash them clean, and then chop some firewood to cook."
Lin Jinyun came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl and dish, and placed it beside the well.
"I'll fetch water."
Wang Meng rolled up his sleeves, threw the wooden bucket into the well, pulled the rope and shook it vigorously a few times. The wooden bucket was filled with water and sank under the water.
Stone poked his head into the well and yelled loudly.
Wang Meng stretched his arms and lifted the rope alternately with both hands. The bucket gradually emerged from the water and rose up.
"Wipe the tables and benches, clean the beds, wash the pots and dishes, and do the work..."
Seeing that there was water, Shitou yelled at the top of his voice, as if singing an opera.
"I'll do the dishes."
All the young men's eyes were attracted by him, Feng Yi rolled up his sleeves, squatted by the well, poured some water into the basin, and cleaned the dishes skillfully.
"I wipe the table."
Lin Jinlong found a rag from nowhere, washed it with clean water, and wiped the stone table in the yard.
Lin Jinyun smiled and assigned the task: "Mengzi, go to the small forest in the back mountain and chop some firewood. Shitou and I can clean up the room."
"Okay~www..com~ Wang Meng readily agreed, found a machete from the firewood room, and strode out of the small courtyard.
"You guys sort it out first, Yixuan and I are going to visit the old village chief."
Lin Qingluo smiled and watched her brothers busy with their work, intending to go to the village chief's house to borrow a fishing boat.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Feng Yi paused for washing the dishes, and asked subconsciously.
"No need, we know the village chief's family, we know the way, and it's easy to find."
Lin Qingluo smiled, and gave him a reassuring look, and found a half-new small basket from the woodshed, filled with half a bag of flour.
"Sister, I'll help you carry the basket."
Lin Yixuan had quick eyesight and quick hands, snatched the pan and carried it on his back.
"Shen?"
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly and rubbed his head affectionately.
"Not sinking."
Lin Yixuan straightened his back like a little adult, picked up Leopard Fang, and ran out of the yard with the basket on his back.
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