Da'an was sitting at the desk, holding a book in his hand, his eyes falling on the pages, and he was reading intently.

Xiaohua came in with a wooden basin filled with hot water. When she saw Daan reading a book, Xiaohua pursed her lips slightly.

Third Aunt and Sister Qing'er had clearly told him not to read any more tonight and to rest early.

However, Brother Daan will never lose his books no matter what time. This attitude is really admirable.

Even she herself would be lazy sometimes when she was tired, or had a headache or something, and didn't want to do needlework or anything like that.

It's really not as good as Brother Da'an.

"Brother Da'an, let's warm your feet with hot water!" Xiaohua said softly, carrying the hot water basin, she walked straight to the desk and squatted down in front of Da'an.

Daan came back to his senses and moved his eyes from the book to Xiaohua.

"Well, just leave it here. You can go and rest." Da'an said.

Xiaohua shook her head gently: "I'm not tired, Brother Da'an, I'd better wait here. When you finish washing your feet, I'll take the water out and pour it out."

Da'an said: "It's okay, I'll pour it myself."

Xiao Hua said: "Brother Da'an, you have worked hard on your journey. You should leave these little things to me."

Daan hesitated for a moment and glanced at the bed over there.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my feet right now. You can help me spread the quilt first. I'll go to bed after washing my feet," he said.

"OK, all right."

Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Daan was going to bed after washing.

I quickly got up and went to make the bed over there.

In fact, she cleans Daan's bed every day. The sheets and bedding on the bed are very clean and tidy, and they are folded into tofu blocks and placed in the middle of the bed.

Xiaohua shook off the quilt and spread it flat on the bed.

This quilt feels very comfortable and soft when touched in the hand.

She imagined that he would be very comfortable lying on this warm and soft quilt, right?

He felt comfortable and she was happy too.

Then she began to arrange the pillows again.

His pillow did not have a strong masculine smell like other men's. On the contrary, it had a faint fragrance.

The ice blue satin surface presses against the cheeks when sleeping on it.

Xiaohua couldn't help but leaned down and gently stroked every inch of the pillow.

Suddenly, her fingers paused, and a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes.

When I opened the pillow, I saw a silk flower under the pillow.

The flowers are very common, pink and camellia, which can be bought in the county or town.

What surprised her was how could this kind of gadget worn by girls appear under Brother Daan's pillow?

It had never appeared on him before.

Moreover, when she made his bed this morning, she clearly remembered that there was nothing under the pillow.

In this case, the only possibility is that he brought this flower back.

Why did Brother Daan hide a silk flower worn by girls under his pillow?

Could it be that he already has the girl he likes?

Because they had to be separated for a short time during the Chinese New Year, the girl gave him a flower as a memory?

Thinking of this, Xiaohua couldn't help but turn her head and glance secretly at the desk.

Beside the desk, Daan's feet were indeed placed in the basin, but he was still holding the book in his hand and reading.

His face was calm.

The faint light shone on his face, which made him look even more handsome and elegant, like a piece of jade, warm, moist and beautiful.

It's hard to look away.

Is this kind of brother Da'an finally starting to harbor another woman in his heart?

That girl, what kind of outstanding girl would she be that would make Brother Daan fall in love?

Xiaohua bit her lip and looked away sadly.

Her fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly, and she quietly put the silk flower back to its place, then pretended to caress the quilt gently, and then turned back to the desk.

At this time, Daan had finished washing his feet, put on his shoes again, and was about to get up.

"Brother Da'an, you should rest early. I'm going out first."

Xiaohua said softly, squatted down, picked up the basin, turned around and left.

Daan raised his head and wanted to say something more, but what was left to him was the figure of the girl running away in a hurry.

"Why is this girl running so fast? Could it be that she saw the flower and became shy?"

With this thought, Daan quickly came to the bed and took away the pillow.

Huh?

Didn't she see it? Or didn't she like it?

Da'an also muttered a little, so that night, he lay on the bed and played with the silk flower.

Growing up, this was the first time he bought flowers for a girl. Even his mother and sister never received flowers from him.

Could it be that the flower I bought doesn’t look good and the little flower doesn’t like it?

In this way, Daan didn't sleep well for the first time.

In the room opposite, Xiaohua didn't sleep well either.

When they woke up the next day, both of them were staring at the dark circles under their eyes. After Luo Baobao came over, he was happy to see them again.

Chasing behind them, shouting ‘Pan Pan’ and ‘Pan Pan’…

Today is the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month, so we are very busy.

The adults didn't bother to study why Da'an and Xiaohua both had dark circles under their eyes, because tomorrow was the wedding day of Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongzhi.

It was the first time that two weddings were being planned together. Therefore, Mr. Yang called all the young and old men of the Yang family together in advance and organized a "pre-war mobilization".

No, men like Yang Huazhong and women like Sun are all busy.

Since noon, Mrs. Sun and the others have not cooked at home. They all went to the big kitchen in the old house of the Yang family to cook.

Bao Suyun and Yang Huazhou also came back with Dabao and Mianmian. The adults were busy working together, and the children were all sent to the yard of Yang Huazhong's house.

Leave it to the two sisters Xiaohua and Xiaoduo to look after.

Including Luo Baobao and Dazhi, the yard of Yang Huazhong's house suddenly became a kindergarten.

"Xiaohua, Xiaoduo, this is a good opportunity to practice. When you have children in the future, you will be familiar with the road, hahaha..."

Yang Ruoqing took some time out of her busy schedule to come over and take a look, and couldn't help but joke to Xiaohua Xiaoduo.

Both girls blushed.

"Sister, just make fun of us as hard as you can!" Xiaoduo said angrily.

"How old are we? We're only twelve. It's early to have a baby!" Xiaoduo said again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "It's not too early for a girl to be twelve. I will be engaged at thirteen, get married at fourteen, and have children at sixteen."

"Many of them have children when they are 14 or 15, so you two are already older. When you are 13 after the Chinese New Year, I will start making preparations to find a husband for you two!" Yang Ruoqing

He smiled again.

Xiaoduo's face suddenly turned as red as a monkey's butt, "Sister, just make fun of us. I won't tell you anymore. I'll go play with their children."

Xiaoduo stamped her feet, turned around and ran away.
Chapter completed!