Generational Marriage

Although it was a drought in winter, the peach blossoms under the eaves did not lose a lot of weight because of this, but it looked fresh and delicate with a few tender leaf buds. Standing by the corridor, Lin Jinrong threw a piece of the sugar-fried beans in his hand to hit Lu Yan who was enjoying the flowers: "Be careful, and enjoy the flowers. I heard that a certain bachelor, mother funeral, wrote the first reward. Hua's poems are sinned."

Lu Yan smiled and turned his head: "I don't do sour poems by myself." Lin Jinrong silently looked at the smiling face of Lin Jinrong: "But it's okay to write words for Qing."

With flowers full of branches, he was dressed in plain clothes, and his smile was a little better than flowers. Lin Jinrong's heartbeat slowed for a while, and he smiled slightly and said, "The concubine is studying ink and laying paper for Lang Jun?"

Lu Yan smiled: "Okay."

The two were about to go into the room when they saw Cherry coming in with a food box, her face pale and authentic: "Second Lord, Grandma, Chang'an is back."

The two of them were concerned about Lu Lun all the time, and they were a little excited when they heard the news of him suddenly. Looking at Cherry's expression, they were a little empty and faintly afraid. Lin Jinrong tightened her lips and heard Cherry say in her ear: "... brought back a jar... The second master is not allowed to enter, saying that he is no longer a descendant of the Lu family, and the second wife has passed out."

Is it still impossible to escape? Lin Jinrong looked straight at the most beautiful peach blossom. The flower was extremely beautiful, but it hadn't been seen for a few years. Lu Yan said something to her quickly, she didn't hear clearly, but when she saw Lu Yan walk out quickly, she still subconsciously thought: He was out to settle Lu Lun.

Lin Jinrong leaned against the porch, silently watching the splendid peach blossoms, and seeing the evening from noon. When the last touch of redness fell on the side of the day, Yi Lang, who had slept for a long time, woke up and yelled "Mother", and she woke up in shock. Smiled and got up and went into the room to pick Yi Lang up, and whispered: "Is Yi Lang sleeping enough?"

She thought she would cry, but when she actually got the news. She didn't shed a single tear, but she was a little lost.

When it got dark, a cold wind blew outside. Lu Yan stepped into the room against the precipitous Chunhan, and saw Lin Jinrong sitting alone under the lamp painting a peach blossom. Pink flowers bloom tremblingly on the branches. She dipped the tip of the pen full of pink paint and tapped it, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers, peach blossoms, light with a bitter and astringent taste.

"A Rong." Lu Yan looked at Lin Jinrong's slender back and couldn't help reaching out to hug her tightly in his arms.

"He is my brother, the same dear as Shenzhi. He used to be one of the best people in this world who treated me." Lin Jinrong leaned his head softly on Lu Yan's chest and dropped his hands weakly. The paint-filled brush fell on the jade-like moist rice paper, and a flower that was gorgeous to the extreme, but fell off the branch.

Lu Yan sighed, trying to comfort her, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He could only hold her in his arms intently and kiss her ears and temples. Lin Jinrong opened her eyes wide, "This is fate." She turned her head, put her arms around Lu Yan's waist, and raised her head. The eyes are shining like water: "Erlang, I can't bear you and Yilang."

Lu Yan moved slightly in her heart, dropped a kiss on her eyes, and whispered: "We won't be separated. I will always be with you."

However, Lin Jinrong only raised her face as pure as white jade. Look at him quietly. Her eyes were full of tenderness that he had never seen before. She took his hand and placed it on her heart: "Did you know?" She once hated him, hated him twelve points, she just couldn't bear it Die again, otherwise she would rather die than marry him this time.

Lu Yan didn't know, he only knew that her body temperature and sweet fragrance were transmitted to his palm through the clothes, and from his palm, through blood, to his heart, beating like the blood in his body. I don't know you and me. The heartbeat felt in the palm of his hand is sometimes fragile. He has never seen such a fragile Lin Jinrong. He thinks he must answer: "Yes."

he does not know. Lin Jinrong was a little bit sour, stretched out his hand and gently touched his face, smiled and said, "I don't want to know how he got there." So don't tell her. The taste of death chewing too much, it hurts the liver, the lungs and the soul.

Lu Yan was silent for a moment, and said, "I found a good place for him."

"Where is Chang'an?"

"gone."

"It's time to go." Lin Jinrong wrapped his hands around Lu Yan's neck and whispered: "Erlang, you take me to bed, I'm tired."

Her eyes were gleaming, and they turned out to be charming and soft like never before, and her voice was even more tender and soft. Lu Yan was caught with a heart beating wildly, knowing that she was sad and wanted to seek comfort, but he But I couldn’t. I turned my head slightly and didn’t look at her. After taking two breaths, he calmed down a bit, picked her up on the bed, and gently kissed her forehead, and said warmly: "You go to sleep, I'll watch Now."

Lin Jinrong glanced at him and smiled suddenly: "Did you see it? I have painted a good peach blossom. I have never painted such a beautiful flower in my life. I'm afraid it's too late."

Lu Yan honestly admitted: "I have never seen you paint before. I was surprised when I saw it today." There are many women who can paint, but most of them have craftsmanship, more than rigid and neat, and lack of agility. Lin Jinrong occasionally Doing things always makes him amazing.

Lin Jinrong smiled faintly: "It's not the same as dividing tea. In the future, when you are old, you must remember that when I was young, I also painted a peach blossom like this, few people can do it." Before Lu Yan could react, he called. Yawning, facing inward: "Go and rest. By the way, help me turn off the light."

Are you afraid that you will be like Lu Jianxin in the future? Lu Yan stood up, watched Lin Jinrong's memorial film quietly, and blew the lamp lightly. Lin Jinrong lay on the bed and heard him whisper to Cherry outside: "Be careful and tight. If grandma feels uncomfortable, call me."

Fang shed two tears when Lin Jinrong heard his footsteps go to the next door. God thief!

In the spring of this year, there has never been a single drop of rain. Whenever I see dark clouds gathering on top and a cold wind blows, everyone is eagerly waiting for it to rain, but it is not overcast for a while and is A gust of wind blows away, and the gray sky is again exposed.

Lin Jinrong and Lu Jian were sitting in an ox cart and passing by the road next to the wheat field. They saw that the formerly verdant wheat field was now golden withered grass. An old farmer sat desperately on the edge of the ridge and wept bitterly. There has already been an incident of fighting for water and killing people. This weather really makes those who depend on heaven for food despair.

Lin Jinrong's most is Yu Tian. The rice that Yu Tian wants to grow is waiting for the Tianhe water in April and May. Waiting for it to be put on that day, the river water will pour down and bring the hope of prosperity. To Pingzhou City.

Ma Zhuangtou squatted next to the newly drilled water well, personally drank a bucket of clear water to drink the cow, and smiled: "The owner is willing to spend money to dig the well. It is convenient for the tenants to use the water, but is the trench dug earlier? When the Tianhe water comes, the ditch will be blocked."

If Tianhe water didn't come when it should come, what happened when it shouldn't? Lin Jinrong asked Ma Zhuangtou: "I heard people say that it will continue to dry. If it doesn't rain, will there be Tianhe water?"

Ma Zhuangtou was startled, and said, "The wells that the owner has drilled have been effective. The big deal is that we changed to planting sorghum as in that year. That thing is drought-resistant and flood-resistant. It's almost the same if you add some beans. Just in case, let’s grow fewer seedlings this year. It can save a little bit."

Lin Jinrong thought about it for a long time, and said, "Be sure to take good care of the wells and ditches. If the weather has been bad, maybe the big guys can only rely on this, but if you can eat more, don’t make everyone hungry. It’s a good thing. I don’t understand farming, so I’m going to ask the manager."

Ma Zhuangtou hurriedly got up and saluted: "This is a small duty."

This year, as Lin Jinrong remembered, it didn’t fall when it was time to rain. The sun seemed to have taken root in the sky. Zhujiang also opened a gate to release water, but it was cut off halfway and the farmers seemed crazy. The ground grabs water with a **** and digs ditches to ruin the road. I only hope that a little more water can fall into my field, save those poor seedlings, and save my family's one-year livelihood. But God didn't see the suffering in the world, it finally rained, and it just sparsely soaked the land.

Ma Zhuangtou calmly instructed the tenants to replant sorghum and beans, and planted rice seedlings and rice as usual in places where they were not afraid of droughts and floods, but those who had some experience also followed suit. Needless to say, Lu and Lin both follow this path.

The autumn of this year began with a torrential rain of white flowers. The countless crops and the Pingzhou City Wall, which had been standing for many years, were all soaked in the rain that never reached the head. At this time, the destroyed channel was fully exposed to its terrifying destructive power. The flood lost the guidance of the ditch and raged like a wild horse without a bridle. The farmers in Pingzhou wanted to cry without tears. Not all farms and villagers have been hit by disasters. There are always good fields that are blessed with drought and floods, but everyone suffers from the great loss of God, and only 10% or 20% of the crops are harvested. Lin Jinrong was the first to give the order, and this year's rent was free.

The news spread that the Lu family, the Lin family, and the Wu family all had different degrees of relief, but Lu Jianxin was very unhappy. Why didn't she tell her elders to make her own decision on such a big matter? Even if it is to be rent-free, he should be the first person in this matter. This daughter-in-law looked the most obedient, but in fact the most unruly! However, he couldn't say this, so he could only linger in his heart, waiting for the opportunity to teach Lin Jinrong a lesson.

Lu Yan is the most sensitive, and he has to persuade Lin Jinrong: "Next time, don't do such a showy thing. It won't hurt to discuss with your elders first.

Lin Jinrong smiled slightly: "What if he refuses? My land, what should I do with him?" Next year she will do more, ask for instructions and obey everything, so she can do nothing. Up.

Lu Yan didn't speak anymore.

Lin Jinrong grabbed his sleeve and acted like a baby: "Erlang will protect me, right?"

Lu Yan was silent for a moment, looked at Yi Lang who was running around, rubbing his wife's hair, and whispered: "Yes."

Amidst the wind and rain, Mrs. Lu's Xiaoxiang was full. The whole family mourned, weeping and mourning.

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Someone has a disease, opens the document and becomes silly, and then orders today to make time for a haircut. (To be continued)