“夫君...”

        古星直起身子,放下手中刚拔出来的杂草,

        回眸呵呵一笑:

        “嘿...灵儿娘子...”

        灵儿,一笑一颦,一步一吟:

        “夫君良田三十亩,今年收成怎么样?”

        古星,取下斗笠,摇晃扇扇:

        “转身冬去春将来,家中存粮足半年。”

        灵儿:“感谢夫君一年辛劳,如此明年可生娃娃?”

        古星:“为娇妻努力浑身劲,但生娃还得晚几年。”

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