He went to pick a large and long banana leaf, holding it over Su Qingyue's head with one hand, "Wife, your skin is already dark enough, I can't let the sun burn you..."
Up close, looking carefully at her skin, his wife's skin didn't seem as dark as before, it seemed to have gotten a bit lighter...
Xiao Yuchuan blinked, scratching his head with his empty hand, wondering how his wife could have become lighter, and guessed that she hadn't been that dark in the first place, and he was misremembering.
Old Wang Qigu, who had just returned to the village from selling vegetables in town, saw them and couldn't help exclaiming, "Hey, isn't this Dashan and Chuan brothers! Dashan, who are you carrying?"
"Who else could it be," Xiao Yishan said coldly, "Of course I'm carrying my wife."