When Da'an and Dajie returned to Changping Village, it was already seven days later.

Da Sun followed the instructions and prepared a large table of sumptuous meals to welcome Da An and Da Jie.

Originally, before they came back, the Sun family and the Yang Huazhong family had already talked together.

The elders all agreed that when the time comes, Da'an Dajie will come back together, with less congratulations and more encouragement.

Da Sun was even a little worried, worried that Da Jie, who had always been introverted and shy, would be a little embarrassed.

However, when Daan and Dajie appeared in front of everyone, Dasun realized that her worries were unnecessary.

Because Dajie's mental state is very good.

Although he has lost a lot of weight, it seems that after a period of self-adjustment, Dajie is not as depressed and inferior as everyone thought.

He is even more talkative than before.

At the dinner table, he can also take the initiative to stand up, pick up the wine glass and congratulate Daan.

"Cousin, I really admire you for passing the exam. I give you a toast and wish you make further progress."

"And I will not be discouraged. I will follow your example, cousin, and work hard to study and learn!"

After saying that, Dajie raised his head and drank all the wine in his cup.

The eyes are sincere, without any pretense.

The elders present, including cousin Yang Ruoqing, were all surprised by Dajie's words.

"Master, it's rare for you to be so open-minded and free and easy." Yang Huazhong spoke up.

"Good boy, since you are able to say such things today, I believe that you will be able to achieve great things in the future! Uncle, take good care of you!" Yang Huazhong said solemnly.

Dajie's fair face showed a trace of embarrassed red, "Thank you uncle for your kind words, I will definitely work hard!"

The two families got together, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, and the barriers they were worried about before disappeared.

There is only a family relationship that is thicker than water, and the brotherhood behind it!

at night.

After dinner, Daan returned to his room in the backyard as usual.

I habitually sat down behind the desk, and habitually pulled out a book from the pile of books piled high on the side, and flipped through it carefully in my hand.

The night was very quiet.

The sound of the occasional turning of book pages is particularly soft.

A thin and petite figure entered the room.

It's Xiaohua, holding a tray in her hand. There is a bowl on the tray, and the bowl contains a bowl of red date soup.

"Brother Da'an, the red date soup that Third Aunt has simmered for you is ready. Why don't you take a break and drink the red date soup first?"

When Xiaohua's voice reached Daan's ears, Daan said "hmm", but his eyes still stayed on the book page in his hand.

Xiaohua came to the desk with red date soup and put the tray on it.

Then, he picked up the bowl, picked up the spoon, and carefully brought it to Daan.

Daan's eyes still stayed on the book page in front of him.

From Xiaohua's angle, we could just see his handsome face.

Under the candlelight, the lines on the face, which had been indifferent during the day, became a bit softer.

Her facial features are delicate and beautiful, and her eyelashes are longer and finer than Xiaohua's own.

The slightly pursed lips are like the peach blossoms blooming at the entrance of the village in March.

Xiaohua was so fascinated that when Da'an put down the book and reached out to take the bowl and spoon from her hand, she still squeezed her hands tightly and refused to relax.

"What's wrong?" Daan was confused and looked at Xiaohua.

Xiaohua just came back to her senses and realized her gaffe, so she subconsciously let go of her hand.

"Snapped!"

The bowl in his hand just fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. The soup and water inside overflowed and made a mess on the ground.

Even her own trousers were already wet, and the hem of Daan's white robe was also splashed with a lot of dark red soup.

"Ah? Brother Da'an, I, I didn't mean it, I, I'll wipe it for you..."

"It's okay..."

Da'an said, one squatted down, the other buried his head, and the two heads hit each other.

Xiaohua grimaced in pain, covered her forehead and took a step back, her face turned red.

Da'an has stood up, his expression a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, little flower..." he said.

Before the voice fell, Sun's voice suddenly came from under the window outside the house.

"What's this? Why did I hear the sound of the bowl breaking?" asked Sun.

At the desk, Xiaohua became even more panicked and was about to speak subconsciously, but Daan spoke up first.

"I was distracted and didn't hold it properly, so I dropped the bowl," he said.

"Did it fall? You didn't get burned anywhere, did you?" Sun's voice suddenly became a little nervous, and footsteps came into the house immediately.

Sun opened the door and saw the things that had been knocked down on the ground, as well as the helpless little flower standing by the desk.

Xiaohua felt guilty for a while, and couldn't bear it any longer. She muttered: "Third Aunt, it's my fault. My hand slipped when I was passing the bowl. It's none of Brother Da'an's business..."

"No, I was also distracted and didn't pick it up properly..." Daan spoke up again.

Xiaohua was startled for a moment and looked at Daan.

Brother Daan, are you defending me?

Xiaohua was a little surprised.

When she was eight years old, she was rescued from a devil's cave in Huguang County by her sister Qing'er and brought to this family.

Now, four years have passed. Although I have lived with brother Daan for four years under the same roof, I have rarely had contact with him.

Because he lived in the school for a long time, and when he came home during holidays, except for eating and chatting with his uncle, his third aunt, and Sister Qing'er, he spent the rest of the time shutting himself in the room to review his homework.

She said no more than twenty sentences to him in the past four years, and she took note of them carefully.

But tonight, he said three or four sentences to himself in one breath, more than he had in the past few months!

Xiaohua was distracted again.

But here, when Mrs. Sun heard what the two of them said, the woman smiled tolerantly.

"Isn't it just a bowl of red date soup? If you spill it, it's not a big deal." The woman said.

"What about that, Da'an, Xiaohua, you two didn't get burned, right?" Mrs. Sun asked again.

Daan shook his head and smiled slightly: "No."

Mrs. Sun turned her attention to Xiao Hua again, "Hua'er, are you okay? I see that your trousers are all wet..."

Xiaohua came back to her senses again. Facing Sun's greetings, Xiaohua was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

"I'm fine. It was my clumsiness that ruined the soup and bowl."

Xiaohua whispered, lowering her head, "I'll get a broom to clean it up first, and I'll bring a bowl later."

After saying that, Xiaohua hurried out of the house.

Here, Mrs. Sun looked at Da'an and said lovingly: "Da'an, your sister said that you should take a break while studying."
Chapter completed!