Chapter two hundred and forty-five, late winter's night talk

Lu Yanmo was holding a basket of charcoal, and stood at the door with her to talk.

It was pitch black, and his face, which was quite white, was dark and scared to death.

"where did you come from? Why didn't you say anything? You were trying to scare me to death! "

Lu Yanmo looked at her face pale, petite body a shiver, is obviously frightened. Can Not help but pity the Italian students, and is distressed, and regret, busy to placate.

"The wind is blowing suddenly outside, and I am afraid that your house is cold and you can not sleep at night. "

Su Yue Bai is pacifying the mood, then not good gas said: "TO YOU TUBE! Even if frozen to death, it is my own thing, and you have nothing to do! "

Lu Yanmo know she is angry, busy said: "My fault, is my bad. "

"Who told you to come here? I can't be cold! "

Under the lamp, a beautiful face stubborn very, still strong.

Lu yanmo endure to laugh unrestrainedly: "still be in the village, you at night can not little complain cold. "

Su Yue's white face was embarrassed and silent.

When we were poor, we didn't have enough coal. Lu Yanmo a big man is not afraid of cold, hot like a stove. She slept until midnight, when it was very cold, and then slipped her feet under his quilt.

That was a long time ago, and it only happened once or twice. How could he remember that.

But then the house got warm and the Kang was comfortable. Suyuebai did not care, just thought it was home more firewood. Now it was clear that he had sensed his own chill and had set the house on fire.

His face was hot and his stomach growled.

Lu Yanmo asked softly, "I'm hungry. "

"also did not... " she obstinately refused to admit.

"I'm going to the kitchen to find some sweet potatoes and throw them in the Brazier for roasting. They'll be ready to eat in a minute. "

Before Suyuebai could stop him, the others went out. It's also very quiet. Not a drop of cold air.

It was no wonder, she muttered to herself, that she had not noticed his steps, and that it was a good thing he was going to be a thief.

Suddenly thought, to now she did not know the true background of Lu Yanmo, then scolded in the heart.

When Lu Yanmo came back with a few clean-up Yams, he saw her with a straight face.

Dark thought: Is the small day arrived? Do you want to warm yourself with a bowl of ginger ale?

Lu Yanmo did not dare to ask, for fear of asking a question, she would take sweet potato to hit him. Only the silence of a few children's fist big sweet potatoes placed in the Brazier, careful not to let the fire directly burned.

In a time of scarcity, a baked sweet potato and a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts are the most blissful foods in winter. Sweet potatoes, in particular, are sweet if you choose them well and the sugar comes out through the skin.

Then, as life gradually improved, the happiness boost turned into a hot drink.

But suyuebai still likes baked sweet potato, which is warm and very hungry. Especially in the middle of winter when there is a shooting task, eat one can hold up half a day. It's better than milk tea or coffee, at least not so much that you have to run to the bathroom.

Both sweet potatoes to eat, Suyuebai is not in a hurry to go to bed.

Can Lu Yan Mo but don't let, push a person to put her toward quilt inside to stuff. He was so rude that she kicked him with her foot.

Instead, he wrapped her cold feet and slipped them into his arms when she wasn't looking.

Cool feet ya against the warm waist and abdomen, very warm. More often, it's the weird and embarrassing stuff that comes up.

"What are you doing? " She said, flustered

Lu Yanmo is the answer of course: "To warm your feet! "

Su Yue became dizzy with anger, and her face turned red. But it was so dark that no one could see it. She felt lucky, then not good gas said: "pour a soup woman is also better than now. I have this half of the legs are exposed, you this person deliberately. "

Lu Yanmo as if just remember to have soup Pozi this good thing, hurriedly put her feet stuffed back into the quilt, went to find hot water.

Wait for a person to walk, Su Yue Bai is covering a face, bury oneself in quilt inside, send out noiseless cry.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH..

I'm so mad!

Every time she tried to give up, the man began to play tricks on himself.

Lu Yanmo holding hot soup woman came in, see her buried in the quilt, also when she is how.

He reached out and touched it, revealing a small, red face.

"What? I was just about to fall asleep! "

Her hair was unkempt and she looked like a little beast with teeth. It's not intimidating at all. It's incredibly cute.

Lu yanmo coughed lightly, lest he really stretched out his hand to purr her small head.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask. "

Where can Su Yue Bai sleep, by him so a titillation, estimate this night don't sleep.

Muttering curses and stuffing a hot, hot thing under your feet.

She tugged at the coverlet, hid her neck, and, with only her head exposed, directed him to look at the yams. If you get burnt, get out.

That's a pretty powerful thing to say. Most guys would be pissed. But instead of being angry, Lu Yanmo jumped on the bandwagon. From the back, it was a triumph.

Su Yue Bai ruthlessly stare at him one eye, but the corner of the mouth but a little bit of Bend Up.

This fool doesn't know what he's hiding. He's hateful and lovable.

It was hoo-hoo outside, but it was warm as spring inside.

The foot is stepping on warm soup woman, the eyelid of Su Yue Bai is more and more heavy, imperceptible then sleep soundly.

Sweet potatoes in my sleep.

Well, that was a nice dream.

Lu yanmo pulled a baked sweet potato from the charcoal heap, just handed to the mouth to blow a blow, asked her to eat. There was a small snore, and the man was fast asleep.

He was so engrossed in the yams that he didn't notice when she fell asleep.

It would be a pity to throw away the yams when she couldn't eat them.

Lu Yanmo in wait, also boil the belly hungry, simply peel off the skin, slowly ate up.

Although it is just a simple thing, but one of the delicious, is how people can not imagine.

This year's yams are so sweet.

Suyuebai slept until the sun came up, and when he woke up, he couldn't tell what time it was.

The air is still sending out sweet potato fragrance, all around warm. She looked down at the ground, except for a burning charcoal stove, no sweet potatoes, and no man in black who looked like a forager.

Was last night just a dream?

"awake? "

The man strolled in from the outside and smiled at her.

"It's time for lunch, with braised fish and a long-simmered elbow. "

Su Yue Bai hangs the eyelid, a long time roar a way: "Get out! I WANT TO DRESS! "