2670 The Eighth Day of August Should Be Married

Anan was about to open his mouth to refuse, when he heard a pungent voice from behind: "Nan Sang, where have you been, come here soon, I want to drink water, pour me some water!"

It was Awan's voice.

Seeing that she was deliberately speaking in a rough voice, Anan couldn't help laughing for a while, but in front of this rotten peach blossom, he tried his best to suppress his laughter, and immediately pretended to be sincere and fearful, and said hastily, "Hey, here we come. , I'm here, I'm sorry, Miss Cui, my wife is calling me, please go back!"

Cui Tingting finally heard the rude voice inside, and then saw the panic on Anan's face, she felt extremely distressed, and pressed against the door: "Brother Nan, what's the matter with you? She is just a woman, you are still so afraid of her. ?"

Anan was doing the whole show with a look of horror: "My wife has a bad temper and will beat people. I hope Miss Cui will leave soon."

After speaking, he closed the door without hesitation, slammed, and was in a particularly good mood. When he looked back, he saw Awan leaning on the door frame with her arms folded, smiling brightly: "How is it? Thank you. I became a tigress for your rotten peach blossom!"

Anan hugged her in his arms and kissed her on the forehead like a reward: "It's really my good lady, for the sake of my husband's rotten peach blossoms, the lady has worked hard!"

Awan tapped his fingertips on his chest, teasing her face: "Don't call your lady, it's not your lady!"

"Why not, you see, they all eat rice from the same pot, lie down on a quilt, and cover a quilt. Isn't that my wife? Everyone calls you Mrs. Nan!"

"No, we didn't go to church." Awan curled her lips and said, "I look at that peach blossom very beautiful, and people are interested in you. You just happen to be single, why don't you join them."

Anan stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead lightly as punishment: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Awan wanted to argue with him for a few more words, when she saw Anan suddenly hugging him, resting her forehead lightly against hers, her voice soft like water: "Awan, in half a month it will be August, The eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth lunar month is a good day. It’s a good day to get married, Awan, let’s get married in the hall, okay? There is no high hall, no guests, just us, we can become husband and wife, okay?”

Awan was not prepared for him to suddenly say such a sentence, but she knew it immediately, no wonder he was counting things every day, and he had memorized everything on the paper. She always wanted to see, He disagreed, saying it was a secret.

What a secret, but to see which day is a good day, I want to marry her.

Awan was deeply moved: "Okay, we are married, just the two of us, that's enough!"

Only by marrying you is your wife, and will never let you leave me.

Only if I marry you can I be my wife. In my past life and this life, if I can marry you, even if I can't share my white hair, I, Nansang, will die without regrets.

Anan has been very busy these few days. Awan didn't see him when she woke up early. Naturally, she knew that he was busy again. What he said, she must give her an unforgettable marriage ceremony. Why does she need these, as long as she can be his Wife, she is satisfied.

But he had to do it, so Awan just let him go.

The clothes were placed beside the bed, and Anan found them for her; in the copper basin, Anan also prepared everything for her to wash. .

It's sweet and warm. Drink it now. It's just right. This is the candied date water prepared by Anan. The honey is bought from the beekeeper. The dates are ground into powder by Anan himself. She brewed a cup, and the thunder was unstoppable.

The jujube powder and honey are very sweet, sweet to Awan's heart. After drinking a bowl of water, she came to the door.

I saw a note posted on the door, Awan took it down, and saw a familiar word written on the note: Awan, I'm going out to do errands, breakfast is in the kitchen pot, it's hot, just take it out and eat it, I came back before lunch and waited for me. Anan.

Awan carefully rubbed the words on the note, revealing a sweet smile. His handwriting is very powerful, and it is strange to say that his handwriting is already very good, but when he sees Anan's handwriting, he can't help but want to copy it silently in his heart.

She read it several times, but was reluctant to throw the note, folded it carefully, put it in the dressing box, and then pushed out the door.

In the pot in the kitchen, there is a bowl of red date porridge, which is thick and fragrant, there is a boiled egg, a bowl of fresh seasonal vegetables, and an egg cake, enough for her to eat.

Awan put all the things in the pot on the table, finished eating quietly, and packed her things, then went back to the house, read some books, and copied Anan's words by the way. closed the door and sighed.

It's so boring at home, I have to get up early tomorrow and go out with Anan.

Just thinking about this, there was the sound of the key being unlocked from outside. Awan almost jumped up with joy and came back. Sure enough, when she stuck her head out of the study window, she saw Anan came in with a big bag and a small bag. , with a radiant look on his face.

"Awan..." Anan shouted as he entered the door.

Awan responded, then jumped out of the window, walked through the bamboo forest, and came out.

Seeing her coming out of the bamboo forest, Anan knew that she must have climbed the window again, so he hurriedly put down the things in his hand, picked up the bamboo leaves that fell on her head and body, and said distressedly, "I can't open the window again next time. Dangerous!"

"The window is very short, I turned it over as soon as I turned it over, it's alright!" Awan smiled, reaching for the thing in Anan's hand: "What did you buy?

Well, buy so many. "

Anan avoided her hand: "Don't move, I'll take it. It's heavy. Are you hungry? I'll make lunch right away. Today I've brought you a good thing, take a guess..."

Putting down the things in his hand, Anan took a package and asked with a smile.

Awan smelled it, and a strong fragrance rushed into the tip of her nose. Awan smiled and said, "It's roast chicken!"

She likes grilled chicken the most. The skin is crispy and fragrant. It's delicious.