80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

Gu Yanlan came over and leaned forward across the window sill, reaching out to touch Suno's cheek.

But because of the wide window sill, Gu Yanlan leaned forward so strongly that he supported the window sill with one hand and squeezed the old window squeaks.

Su Nuo suddenly turned back when he heard the voice, leaned back, and gently pushed Gu Yilan's hand in front of him away.

Gu Yanlan froze a moment, his hands stiffened in the midst of nowhere to place, raised straight eyebrows like Jian Feng, pouting a little smile: "Angry? Should be."

Gu Yanlan's smile was very warm, and her eyes were full of pampering, her hands stiffened in the air were withdrawn, and the travel bag behind her was tumbling.

Su Nuo bit her lower lip without saying a word, in fact she didn't know if she was angry with her or felt bad for Gu Yilan.

Closer, Su Nuo could clearly see the tiredness and nagging of Gu Yanlan's face, and even his rough cheek skin was still a little red on the plateau.

And Gu Yilan stretched to his hand just now, but also covered with small wounds. In the cracks of the fingertips, in addition to the blood that had not dried up, there was dark mud.

Su Nuo's mind twitched. Constantly wondering how much pain he has suffered along the way? Thinking more about why Gu Yanlan must run so far at this time and go for so many days? "

"Birthday gift." Gu Yilan finally pulled out a kraft paper bag from the travel bag and delivered it to Suno.

"Open it now?" Gu Yilan's voice was still mild, but there was a hint of dullness in his voice, as if it was being blown across the throat by a wind knife.

Su Nuo was a doctor in her previous life. She listened to Gu Yanlan's voice and thought: Is this throat inflammation?

With curiosity and unwilling to twist Gu Yilan's mind, Sunuo took the kraft paper bag and opened it.

The paper bag was originally not large. After opening it, a multicolored embroidered cloth bag was revealed. It is a five-color cloth unique to the Tibetan area and should be hand-woven by the Tibetans.

There is a small button of cow bone on the cloth bag, but the whole cloth bag is very light. It seems that the contents are not too big and not too heavy.

But with his fingers touching the contour under the cloth bag, Suno's brows frowned, and he could already feel what was inside.

Gu Yanlan was also very patient and did not rush, waiting quietly for Su Nuo to open the button of the bone, and took out a bracelet from it.

Chicken blood rattan bracelet! Through the heavy red, condensed yellow raised faucet, warm and knotless, ring into a simple but right oblate shape.

"I did it." Gu Yanlan reached over and slid his fingertips over the rattan bracelet. "I dug a dozen vines, but only made this one. It also happened to be one of the best in color and shape. Nemoto, so you are lucky. "

Su Nuo's eyes rounded and looked at the rattan bracelet, the apex of his heart slowly became cold, and his pain was severely twisted. Then there was a fierce backflow of hot blood, crashing into Suno's chest.

The indifference on Su Nuo's face could no longer be stretched, and was replaced by a trilling question: "You, you went to the Tibetan area yourself to dig a chicken blood vine?"

Gu Yanlan didn't speak, but stared deeply at Sunuo's eyes and gave her all the answers.

"Are you stupid? How dangerous !!!" Suno knew that the best chicken blood vines could only be dug up to a mountain of four kilometers above sea level.

And even in the 21st century, the bloodblood bracelet can not be mass-produced with instruments and tools. It can only be made by hand based on experience.