Chapter 391 (1/2)

When he came back with the dung basket, he saw a figure kneeling at the door of his hut.

His eyes narrowed and he came slowly. Pour the pig dung in the dung basket into the dung tank in the backyard, and put the dung basket in the corner outside the house. Only then can you get a bunch of keys from your pocket to unlock.

”I'm wrong, sir.” Fang Yan's body was straight, he said in a deep voice.

Mr. Fang Yan's words were not heard. He opened the copper lock and pushed the door straight into the room.

Take off the sheepskin coat outside and hang it on the wall. Use an aluminum basin to take a small half of the water from the kettle on the stove to wash your face and hands. The heat is on your face and hands, and the chill on your body also dispels a lot.

Mr. Zhang opened the old teapot with a gap on the square table, grabbed a handful of broken tea leaves and threw them in. Then he took the antique thermos bottle with ”serve the people” printed on it and filled it with water. There are no complicated steps to make tea. It's simple and rough. I feel that the tea smells, so I use a sea bowl to pour myself a bowl of tea and drink it gently.

”I'll apologize to you, sir.” Fang Yan, kneeling at the door, shouted again.

Mr. A's face was expressionless, but he still pretended not to hear. Standing in the threshold of the hut, he drank his big bowl of tea.

”Sir, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your forgiveness.” Cried Fang Yan.

Sir is still silent.

If Mr. Fang doesn't speak, Fang Yan doesn't get up.

He knows that sometimes he can be lively, but some things must be serious.

Now, for example.

Mr. Fang Yan doesn't speak.

One is standing inside the threshold, the other is kneeling outside the threshold.

Mr. Wang lives in Houcun, which faces Houshan.

Wild wind howls, thousands of miles of snow buried, the whole world is a vast expanse of white. Fang Yan has become a small dot in the white world.

Mr. Fang Yan kneels as he stands drinking tea.

Mr. Fang Yan kneels as he sits listening to the music.

Mr. Fang Yan is kneeling while sleeping on his back.

Mr. Fang Yan is still kneeling when he wakes up, washes rice, brushes the pot, cooks, cuts the salted fish into two pieces, hangs them on the wall, throws them into the rice pot, goes to the backyard, pulls out a handful of vegetables and a few shallots, and cleans them and burns them in ice water.

After eating salted fish rice and swallowing the small green vegetables, Mr. Fang washed the chopsticks and cleaned the iron pot. He poured boiling water into the teapot in the morning and drank a bowl of hot tea. Fang Yan was still kneeling.

The sun is still warm in the morning, and there is no shadow that disappears at noon.

Once again, the snowflakes are floating in the air. The snowflakes are gentle, but they hurt people.

Fang Yan kneels in the wind and snow, her hair is disordered by the cool wind, her body is covered with snow, and even her eyebrows are frozen into ice.

Fang Yan became a snowman.

Just like the snowman they used to pile up with ice and snow when they were young, they put on their hats and scarves to make the snowman look like a living person.

Fang Yan is the most vivid snowman, because he is a real man.

When Fang Yan kneels, yanziwu is still as quiet as before.

However, unlike in the past, many courtyard doors are open, and some people stand at the door and look at the distance.

Li family.

An old lady in a grey cotton padded jacket stood at the door and asked aloud, ”is the doll still kneeling in the Fang family?”

”Kneeling.” Li Xiaotian stood behind the old lady and replied with an expression of impatience.

”Alas.” The old lady sighed and said to her grandson, ”this child has great ambition and it is inevitable that he will suffer a little bit from flesh and skin”

the Ye family.

Ye Daowen stomped to and fro in his study, pushed open the window and asked the snow sweeper: ”Fang Yan is still kneeling?”

”Kneeling.” Said the servant.

Click -

the window is closed again.

The housekeeper looked at each other and looked down to sweep the floor.

Fangjia.

Mr. Fang Huwei didn't argue for plum wine today, nor let him play chess with him.

He asked people to push him open the window. He didn't use the mattress to get warm. He didn't wear the leather hat to keep warm when he went out. His big bald head was brighter than the snow outside.

He looked out of the window at the plum trees wrapped in straw in the yard.

All of a sudden, he started to get angry and scolded: ”who did it? Who made it? No experience of wind and snow, which has a fragrance? Removed. I took all those straws apart - ”

Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan dare not contradict, so they rushed out to take apart the straw bundles wrapped this morning.