MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 154v2 Rescue Geng Tianwen's unruly female partner (6)

During dinner, Yang Tianshuo asked about the situation of going down the mountain today, and patted the table vigorously and excitedly: "It's amazing! We played with the boss like this, and many people in the restaurant gathered around, asking us about blue eyes and mashed potatoes. After eating the mashed potatoes, they all said they would buy them home. However, we told them according to the order of the boss, that we will have to wait a few days before selling them.”

Some people couldn't help wondering: "But do ordinary people really believe that there are people with blue eyes and blond hair in this world? Isn't this just made up?"

"No." Song Lingshu replied, "The common people should be like you now, full of doubts, then they will discuss this matter in the next few days, and spread it to the top sooner or later. Some people will know that there are such foreigners...cough, barbarians. These talents are our target customers, and whether the people believe it or not is not the key to success."

"Although I can't understand it, I just think it looks amazing." Dali clapped his hands in a trance.

After eating, Yang Song went to take care of Yang Tianshuo for a while before returning to the room. He saw Song Lingshu grinding ink with the inkstone and ink ingots she brought back today. The corners of his mouth raised a little, and he walked forward curiously: " what are you writing?"

"The drama." Song Lingshu smiled, "Your acting skills have opened up new ideas for me."

"What idea?"

"I want to praise you and make you the most popular superstar in Yan Dynasty!"

"?" Yang Song frowned, looking at her hand holding the pen, "How can you support me with your thin skin and tender flesh?"

Song Lingshu smiled, and there were some ink marks on the paper. She lowered her head and blew, then folded the paper and put it in the drawer.

"Is this the end?"

"Well, let's write an outline first." Song Lingshu was just about to put down the pen when he suddenly paused and turned to look at her, "Can you write?"

Yang Song shook his head.

"What about your own name?"

Yang Song continued to shake his head.

"Want to learn?"

Yang Song shook his head, and under her almost staring gaze, he nodded slowly, and then looked away quickly.

Song Lingshu dipped in the ink, spread out a piece of paper again, and wrote Yang Song's name on it: "Come here."

Yang Song walked to her side slowly, looked at the two words on the paper: "This is my name?"

Song Lingshu: "Yes."

Yang Song: "My name is Yang Song, I'm not the one who gave it away for free, it's—"

"Ode to praise, I know." Song Lingshu smiled.

Yang Song was startled: "You know?"

"Yeah. I know."

Yang Song glanced at her unexpectedly, took her pen, and thought in a daze: the first time the people in the village heard her name, they thought it was a free gift, and I explained to them many times that it was a praise. Ode, but she couldn't tell how to write these two characters, so she simply let them go. How did he know it was Ode to sing?

There was a warm current in my heart, the name was like a thread, pulling her back from the vast sea of ​​people, besides her father, there was another person in the world who knew her name was Yang Song, not Yang Song.

But-

Song Lingshu slapped her on the back of the hand.

Yang Song: "What are you doing!"

Song Lingshu: "That's not how the pen is held."

"Then how do you hold it?" Yang Song looked at her hand, with four fingers parallel, holding the pen holder together with her thumb. She thought for a while, then her hand grabbed the top of the pen holder, and the pen was spinning around under her hand. She smiled. said, "Is that so?"

Song Lingshu slapped and hit again.

Yang Song touched the back of his hand aggrievedly: "I warn you, there are only three things!"

Song Lingshu hit him again.

Yang Song kicked his eyes, but he heard her call Yang Song, and Yang Song's anger disappeared immediately, thinking that for the sake of her knowing his name, he would give her some face, hum.

"Give me the pen." Song Lingshu took the pen and carefully demonstrated to her the posture of holding the pen.

Yang Song held the pen according to her method, and his facial features began to distort: ​​"It's so awkward, you will die if you don't write like this? Can't you be more casual?"

Song Lingshu glared at her, she curled her lips dryly, and challenged the two words on the paper: "How do I write this?"

At this time, a hand was on the back of her hand, and Song Lingshu held her hand, carrying a faint breeze and the fragrance of wild flowers in the mountains.

Yang Song was a little distracted, and guessed in his heart which flowers she had touched on the mountain today. At this moment, the other party held her hand and moved together, slowly writing a stroke on the paper, and her low voice was still next to her ear. Acoustic teaching: "One horizontal, one vertical, one left, one right... This is the word Yang."

Yang Song didn't care about writing at all. He just felt that his arm was going numb. Thinking about writing here, it was really tiring, and his arm was going to be useless. No wonder so many people don't like to read and read.

Song Lingshu took her to write it several times and asked, "Do you remember how to write it now?"

Yang Song turned around: "No."

"..." Song Lingshu could only continue teaching her patiently.

Yang Song finally became serious, staring at the strokes on the paper, and silently memorized them in his heart. Then Song Lingshu let go of his hand and signaled her to do it herself.

Song Lingshu slapped her head, trying to kill herself who suggested that she learn to write.

After repeated guidance for a stick of incense, Yang Song finally got started and was able to write his name crookedly.

"Okay, you can practice on your own. Oh yes, take off your clothes."

"What are you doing?" Yang Song subconsciously covered his armpits, and said in horror, "You want to laugh with me?"

Song Lingshu smiled sullenly: "Just take it off."

Yang Song half pushed and took off his coat. After Song Lingshu took it, he looked him up and down again, and said, "Do you have any other clothes?"

"have."

"Go change into a clean one."

After Yang Song changed his clothes and came out, Song Lingshu carried the old clothes she had taken off and went outside.

There are a few bluestone slabs on the periphery of Pingba, and a water tank made of stone stands next to it. This is a simple laundry table.

Song Lingshu took out the saponins and began to rub the clothes.

It took Yang Song a long time to react: "Are you washing my clothes?"

"Yes." Song Lingshu raised her head and stroked the hair that fell in front of her with the back of her hand. It was unsuccessful, but it was Yang Song who helped to smooth it to the back. She smiled, "You spent a lot of money on buying an inkstone today, so I will help you." You wash your clothes."

Yang Song stood beside her, like a log, motionless, but only she was shocked in her heart. Since she was a child, no one has washed her clothes. The village is full of reckless people who don't even want to wash their own clothes. How could they rub and rub her clothes so meticulously.

"Aren't your hands cold?" Yang Song asked, looking at her hands constantly scrubbing in the water.

Song Lingshu said: "The weather is hot now, not cold. Don't stand here stupidly, go back and practice calligraphy."

Yang Song walked into the room step by step, turning his head back and forth, picking up his pen but absent-mindedly, turning his head from time to time to look at the lonely figure on Pingba, especially under the moonlight—lively?

The brothers had all gone back to their rooms to go to bed, and whoever saw Song Lingshu washing clothes outside ran out one after another to watch, praising her for loving his wife and washing clothes with her own hands.

"Give way, let's all get out of the way." Yang Song couldn't squeeze in at all, and suddenly roared, "I'll let you all get out of the way!"

Everyone was quiet and made way for her. Yang Song walked in and said, "Whatever you look at, go back to sleep!"

"Oh, Boss knows it hurts, hehe."

"Fuck off." Yang Song kicked them away, walked to Song Lingshu, took a sneak peek, and found that she didn't show any shame, and asked curiously, "Aren't you angry when they laugh at you?"

Song Lingshu was at a loss: "What are you kidding me about?"

Yang Song: "It's a joke that you rub the clothes for the lady."

Song Lingshu turned around and asked with a smile, "Isn't this what it should be?"

Yang Song opened his mouth wide, and said vaguely: "Which big man will wash clothes for a lady, it would be embarrassing to say it."

Song Lingshu picked up the clothes and wrung off the excess water, saying: "That's an excuse they made for their laziness. I don't feel ashamed. Washing clothes for a lady is something to be proud of!"

Yang Song's expression was moved. Seeing that she was wringing it hard, he took the clothes directly, wringed them dry in two or three times, and hung them in the yard.

Song Lingshu scooped up the remaining clear water to irrigate the fields. The water in the village was picked. There was a spring more than 500 meters away, and people had to be sent to pick up water several times a day, otherwise it would not be enough for so many people.

However, this is not a reason to be lazy and not take a shower!

"Why haven't I seen you take a bath?" Song Lingshu carried the basin, and went back to the room with her, and happened to pass by the brothers' dormitory, and there was a mean ouch from the window, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Boss, haven't you taken a shower yet?"

"Boss, take a shower and show your husband-in-law!"

"Boss, this husband and wife life is really exciting!"

"Shut up your motherfuckers, it's so noisy! Whoever makes trouble will pick up **** tomorrow!" Yang Song shouted.

The room immediately became quiet. Song Lingshu pursed his lips and suppressed a smile. He walked back to the room with trembling shoulders, then turned around and asked, "You haven't answered me yet. Have you not taken a bath since the day you got married?"

Yang Song's eyes widened: "You fart! I wash often!"

Song Lingshu: "Then why haven't I seen it?"

"Then how can I let you see it?" Yang Song raised his chin and put his hips on his hips to despise her, "You stinky rascal, you still want to watch me take a bath? Be careful I will break your head!"

Song Lingshu laughed and said, "Oh, I'm pretty security conscious."

Yang Song: "That's right, my father taught me since I was a child, if anyone looks at my body, he has to dig out his eyeballs, break his head, and then dismember the body and throw it into the dung heap!"

"..." Song Lingshu asked again, "Do you have another place to take a bath?"

Yang Song looked at her warily: "What do you want?"

"Take me to wash up too?"

Now it's Yang Song's turn to be disgusted: "You haven't taken a bath for so long?"

"You fart! I wash so much!" She just washed secretly.

"It's fine if you go to the river down the mountain with Dali and the others to wash."

Song Lingshu smiled: "Why can't I go down the mountain, don't you know?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, you were taken captive!" Yang Song slapped his head, "Then take you to my secret place tomorrow?"

"become!"

Before going to bed, Song Lingshu couldn't sleep, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you all drink hot water?"

Yang Song: "If you don't drink it, the hot water will be troublesome! It's summer, and the cold water will relieve the heat."

Song Lingshu: "What about you in winter? Do you also drink cold water?"

Yang Song: "Yes."

Song Lingshu: "But hot water is good for the body."

Yang Song: "It's troublesome!"

"..." Song Lingshu sat up suddenly, a little aggrieved, "Although it's mountain spring water, you can't drink raw water all the time. It's easy to get sick. I want to drink hot water!"

"It's just you who have a lot of things, and there are so many people in the whole village, and you put forward such unreasonable conditions!" Yang Song turned his back to her.

"Unreasonable? Is that unreasonable? I haven't even asked you to buy me a villa, send me a car, and send me a bag. I just want to drink some hot water?" Song Lingshu hit her on the head with a pillow, and turned her back to her asleep.

Due to insomnia, Song Lingshu got up late, and the sun outside was shining on the bed. She lifted the quilt, squinted her eyes to get dressed, and then opened the door. The brother passing by suddenly gave her a thumbs up: "As expected of Mr. Yazhai, you actually asked our boss to heat the hot water himself?"

"Hmm...huh? What did you say?" Song Lingshu's sleepiness disappeared immediately.

The threshold of the kitchen was full of people, all of them were laughing at Yang Song. Yang Song held up the tongs and cursed: "You laugh again! I just... just... suddenly want to drink hot water, why?"

Dali: "Yes, yes, you want to drink."

Fa Cai: "I don't know who scolded my man for doing too much **** when he went to fetch water."

Zhaocai: "While cursing, you can pick faster than anyone else."

A group of people laughed.

Yang Song clenched his fists, and hurriedly reminded: "Boss, Boss, the fire is about to go out."

Yang Song lowered his head to add firewood to the stove. At this moment, he heard "Master of the Village" at the door, and knew that Song Lingshu had come. She couldn't lift her head even more, and suddenly felt that the tongs in her hand were a little hot, she threw it away, stood up, and shouted: "Da Dali, I've heated up the fire for you, watch it yourself."

Dali: "Ah? That's not—"

Yang Song: "What is it?"

Song Lingshu glanced at the hot water in the pot, raised his head to look at Yang Song, turned his head and smiled and said to Dali, "Thank you Dali for the hot water you prepared."

Yang Song looked at her suddenly, staring at her face.

Dali didn't admit it at this time, and he didn't admit it, and ran to the door in desperation.

Song Lingshu scooped up the hot water, Yang Song suddenly moved over, and said in a low voice, "Thank you Dali for what, I boiled the water!"

"Didn't you say to help Dali add firewood?"

"...I'm kidding him."

Song Lingshu turned to look at her.

Yang Song faltered, and finally gritted his teeth and admitted: "Yes, I was teasing you, I just feel embarrassed in front of my brother."

"What's the matter with embarrassment? We've been married before. Why don't you boil some hot water for me? They laugh at you because they're envious and jealous. They're bachelors."

A bunch of bachelors suddenly feel hurt! No more smiles on my face!

After thinking about it, Yang Song seemed to make sense, so he turned around and laughed at them.

Song Lingshu handed her the cold water in the cup: "I will drink this from now on, do you hear me?"

"This is so shit—"

Song Lingshu raised his eyebrows coldly: "Huh?"

"I heard it, I heard it, why are you so busy! I've never seen you so annoying! Trouble, trouble!"

The bachelors: "......"

If you have the ability to scold, if you have the ability, don't drink it up in one go!

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