readsfreenovel Chapter 605 Building a House
Chapter 605 Building a House
Lin Ci'an's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Chu Ziyu: "Shall we go to town to buy some tools? By the way..."
He lowered his voice and said, "I'll buy you some clothes that will fit you."
Chu Ziyu then realized that he had been wearing the old clothes that Lin Ci'an had altered to be too small, and the collar kept slipping off his shoulders.
He lowered his head and tugged at his long sleeves, when suddenly the young man grabbed his wrist.
“And some candied fruit and sesame candy.”
Lin Ci'an leaned close to his ear and said, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "The way you wrinkled your nose when you took the medicine last time was just like a little snowball."
In the early morning after the rain stopped, the two took a bullock cart to the town. Chu Ziyu's magical power had not yet recovered, and his legs became weak after walking for a long time, so Lin Ci'an carried him on his back to finish the last section of the mountain road.
The young man's broad back reminded him of when he was a cat, where he always loved to take naps.
"Put me down."
He whispered, "Being seen..."
“What are you afraid of?”
Lin Ci'an lifted him up and said, "You are much lighter than a basket of mountain products."
The town's market is bustling with activity.
Lin Ci'an held his hand tightly, fearing that they would be separated by the crowd.
They bought an axe and a saw at the blacksmith shop and bought some thick cotton cloth at the cloth shop.
"Winter is coming, I need to make a new quilt."
Lin Ci'an measured the size carefully, and suddenly picked up a piece of moon-white fine cotton cloth, "This one suits you."
Chu Ziyu felt warm in his heart.
He likes days like this.
When they passed by the medicine shop, Lin Ci'an insisted on pulling him in. "This young master has both qi and blood deficiency and needs to be properly recuperated.
"The old doctor stroked his beard and wrote a prescription, "Add some sour jujube seeds, which can calm the nerves. You will sleep better at night."
Chu Ziyu was about to refuse, but saw Lin Ci'an had already taken out his wallet.
It contained all their savings - the money the young man earned from selling bamboo baskets and the copper coins he occasionally earned from writing letters for the villagers.
“No need…”
He hurriedly tried to stop him, but Lin Ci'an held his hand.
"Xuetuan." The young man was serious for a rare time, "Your injury is more important than mine."
The returning oxcarts were piled high with wood and tools.
In Chu Ziyu's arms, he held the candied fruit that Lin Ci'an had insisted on buying for him, as well as a cloak trimmed with rabbit fur - "Silver hair looks best with a snow-white fur collar," the young man said.
As the sun set, they stood in front of the ruins and planned their new home.
Lin Ci'an used a branch to draw a picture on the ground: "This is the bedroom, open the window wider so you can get some sun.
Build a kitchen over there, and build the stove high so you don't have to bend over..."
Chu Ziyu squatted beside him and watched him draw. Suddenly, he found that the frown on the young man's face when he was concentrating was very familiar. One hundred and fifty years ago, the young swordsman also carefully drew a sword formation on the sand for him to see.
"Ask him if the flying sand formation he drew is good?"
"What's wrong?" Lin Ci'an noticed his gaze.
"You..." Chu Ziyu hesitated, "You draw really well."
The young man scratched his head and laughed: "It's strange, I can draw just by picking up a branch, as if I have done it many times before."
On the day the first beam was erected, the whole village came to help.
Lin Ci'an was sawing wood with his upper body naked, beads of sweat rolling down his back.
Chu Ziyu wanted to help pass the water, but the old ladies pressed him under the shade of the tree and said, "Sickly person, don't make trouble. Go drink your medicine."
He took a sip of medicine angrily, and suddenly saw Lin Ci'an winking at him.
The young man quietly came over and drank all the honey at the bottom of the bowl from his hand, his lips accidentally brushing against his fingertips.
At night, they slept temporarily in the unfinished house.
Lin Ci'an was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered him with his newly bought cloak.
Moonlight streamed down from the beams of the roofless house, illuminating the young man's sleeping face.
Chu Ziyu gently smoothed his frown.
Since the construction of the house began, Lin Ci'an has suffered many new injuries on his hands, but he is never allowed to work.
He secretly held the young man's hand and brushed his fingertips over the tiny wounds. Although the demonic power was weak, it was enough to heal such minor injuries.