Chapter 342 Daily Life with Biyao
Su Han looked at Bi Yao's sparkling eyes, which were full of expectation, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, then bury it next to the camp. Maybe a hawthorn tree will really grow next year."
Biyao cheered and immediately stood up. She found what she thought was a perfect spot next to the camp, squatted down, and dug up the soil bit by bit with her hands.
Su Han watched her busy figure from the side, his eyes full of doting. He also squatted down, took the branch from her hand, and helped her dig the pit deeper.
Biyao carefully placed the dried hawthorns into the pit, then scooped up soil with both hands and slowly covered it, muttering softly as she buried it:
"Hawthorn, hawthorn, you must sprout quickly and grow into a big hawthorn tree. Then we can eat the hawthorns we planted every year."
Looking at her serious expression, Su Han couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her head.
Bi Yao raised her head and met Su Han's gentle gaze. They smiled at each other, and the sweetness in their smiles seemed to melt the air around them.
After burying the dried hawthorns, Biyao patted the dirt on her hands, stood up, but she was unsteady and almost fell.
Su Han was quick to pull her into his arms. Bi Yao's face turned red instantly. She leaned in Su Han's arms, her heart beating like a drum.
Su Han lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear: "Be careful, don't fall."
Bi Yao nodded gently, and the two of them hugged each other for a long time, until the sparks from the campfire flew and made crackling sounds, bringing their thoughts back to reality.
Bi Yao broke free from Su Han's arms, walked to the campfire somewhat embarrassedly, picked up a branch, and fiddled with the fire, trying to hide her shyness.
Su Han also walked over to her, picked up the branch with the fish on it, and continued to roast it over the fire, turning it from time to time to ensure that the fish was heated evenly.
The firelight illuminated their faces, stretching their shadows long and intertwining them.
Bi Yao looked at Su Han concentrating on grilling the fish, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She quietly approached Su Han and gently poked his arm with her finger:
"Su Han, what do you think we should name the hawthorn tree when it grows up?" Su Han thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Let's call it 'Yao Su Tree', put your name and my name in it, and when I see this tree in the future, I will think of the time we spent together."
After hearing this, Bi Yao's face was filled with a happy smile. She gently leaned on Su Han's shoulder: "This is a great name, I like it."
The fish was grilled. Su Han took the fish off the branch and handed it to Bi Yao: "Try it and see how it is grilled this time."
Biyao took the fish and took a bite. The tender fish meat spread in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction: "Mm, it's delicious. Su Han, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
As she spoke, she tore off a piece of fish and handed it to Su Han: "Try it too."
Su Han opened his mouth and ate it. The two of them shared the grilled fish, taking bites from each other. Occasionally, their eyes met, full of tenderness and love.
After eating the fish, it was already late at night and the sky was full of twinkling stars, like gems inlaid on black satin.
Bi Yao stood up, stretched, and looked up at the starry sky: "Su Han, look, there are so many stars tonight, so beautiful."
Su Han walked up to her and gently held her hand: "Yes, you are beautiful. But in my eyes, you are more beautiful than the stars."
Bi Yao's cheeks flushed, and she gave him a reproachful look: "You only know how to say nice things."
But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his heart felt sweet.
The two lay side by side on the grass, holding hands tightly, and looking at the starry sky quietly.
Bi Yao rested her head on Su Han's shoulder, and Su Han's chin gently rested on her head. Occasionally, a breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the deep love between the two.
After an unknown amount of time, Biyao's eyelids gradually became heavy. (End of this chapter)