[Dan Lang doesn't need to be repaired, isn't he going to leave? Except for the swing, nothing else is broken, but it's not that good, it can still be used]

In fact, Zhao Qingxiu heard that the swing was broken a few days ago. Yes, it was heard. From the slightest squeaking sound of it, it was just that it had never mentioned it to Tan Lang.

"That's right, it may be because I'm leaving." Ouyang Rong smiled, then restrained his expression, and said seriously: "But as long as he stays here for one day, this is home. Of course, he has to clean up his own home. Even if it's just a day's home, that's home."

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't see his eyes, but could feel something in his words... a down-to-earth and powerful thing.

She couldn't help but lower her head, a little dull, and her fingers trembled slightly.

[What if one day we are dilapidated and have no houses and can only live in a dilapidated temple in a wilderness ridge]

"Then you have to clean up well. With you next to you, we are home wherever we are. If the roof leaks, we will repair it, and if the bed breaks, we will apply the floor... As long as I am here, I can work with my hands and feet, and I can still be hungry. If we are hardworking together, we will have some luck in any life."

Ouyang Rong said for a while, smiled, and under Zhao Qingxiu's dazed face, he added:

"But your Tanlang is still a little promising now. You can live in a house without hard work to make up for it. It can temporarily save most of the troubles of ordinary people."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly shook her head and wrote word by word:

[No, no matter what house we live in, we should be more diligent in our family. Don’t you can rest at home. The embroiderer will be diligent. If we live a hard life, we will have many opportunities]

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded vigorously.

"good."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head again, squatted back to the ground, repaired the swing before whispering:
Chapter completed!