After being forced to marry an ugly husband

Chapter 82 Qiu Henian's identity

I'm happy today. For dinner, there's a pound of liquor that Qingyan brought back specially.

Even A Miao and Er Xi had extra meals.

During the meal, Qingyan poured two ounces of wine for Qiu Henian and poured another two ounces into his own cup.

The dogs and cats were eating happily on the floor beside the table. The firewood in the stove crackled occasionally, and the room was warm.

After Qingyan sat down, he coughed lightly and said, "You are in good health, let's drink less."

Qiu Henian nodded, raised his wine glass, and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

"You worked hard too." Qingyan said.

A word is an understatement, but both of them understand its weight.

The two of them clinked their glasses together. Qiu Henian raised his head and took a big sip. Qingyan only took half a sip before fanning himself with his hand. "This wine is so strong." As he said that, there was already a trace of emotion on his face. A faint blush.

Qiu Henian looked at him with a smile, stood up, poured him a bowl of warm water from a kettle, and placed it next to his wine glass.

During the meal, Qing Yan didn't talk much. Qiu Henian told him about the things he encountered on the way back, so he listened carefully and occasionally responded.

After eating, Qing Yan's face turned slightly red as she was drunk. She looked very pretty. Qiu Henian looked at him for a while, then went over and kissed him.

After the kiss, Qing Yan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with moisture. Qiu Henian wanted to get closer to him, but when he saw the other person looking at him blankly, he smiled helplessly and shook his head. , only lightly pinched his cheek.

The two of them cleared the dishes together, washed the pots and wiped the stove, and they were finished in a short time.

While Qingyan was filling Er Xi and A Miao's bowls with water, Qiu Henian went to the yard to drive the chickens into the chicken coop and closed the small door to prevent wild cats from biting the chickens at night.

After all the work at home was done, it was completely dark, and the oil lamp was lit, the two of them went back to the back room to pack the luggage Qiu Henian had brought back.

Qiu Henian opened his luggage and took out everything. Qingyan sat next to him and took it. Everything that should be washed and brushed was put in the basket, and the daily necessities were put back where they were taken from.

It wasn't until he reached the bottom of his luggage bag that Qingyan saw the singlet he had sent and the sachet he had learned to make from Aunt Li.

The single clothes are old, and there is not much difference from before, but the sachet is different from before. Although it is still clean, the color has faded a bit and is not as bright as before. There are also signs of friction.

It looked like it had been picked up and played with often, so it got old so quickly.

Qiu Henian took the unlined garment and put it on his lap, then took the sachet in his hand. He lowered his head and looked at it carefully, and said with emotion: "It was very difficult for a while. Fortunately, they are here."

Not long after saying this, Qing Yan, who had been looking at him silently, suddenly stood up, walked behind him, hugged his waist, and pressed her face against his back.

Qiu Henian looked down at the slender white hands around his waist, raised his hands to hold them, and said, "It's all over, it's okay."

After packing their luggage, the two of them washed up separately. The oil lamp was moved to the bedside. Qiu Henian went to look for a book in the drawer under the bed and saw the almost torn "Shanheji".