A new day has arrived.

It is no longer the damp and cold thatched hut that awakens Annan, but the bright sunshine sprinkled on the bed.

Emerging from the old and warm blanket, the slight coolness of the morning freed Annan from drowsiness.

The young man on the bed next to him has been sleeping soundly since he returned last night. The sunlight shining through the window is shining on half of his buttocks, making it scorching hot before he even moves slightly. Not long after, he is exposed to the rising sunlight again.

For the next few minutes, he spent his sleep dodging the sun's pursuit until he fell off the edge of the bed and made a muffled sound.

Young people get up as if it were an alarm clock, which actually sets off the surprise of Annan's fuss.

He looked at Annam when he woke up and said something briefly. Without any response, he patted his chest again and repeated the word, "Martin

Guessing that he was saying his name, Annan pointed at himself and said, "Annan

Anna? "Martin muttered," It sounds like a girl's name

I can only understand Annan's correction of his pronunciation earlier: 'It's Annan.'

Shi Anna

After spending dozens of seconds letting Martin know his name and pronounce it correctly, Annan followed Martin out of the bedroom as he put on his clothes.

Arriving at the yard, Aunt Susan had just hung the cleaned pajamas on the clothesline, stroking the fluff of the pajamas while muttering something. Annan guessed that she was admiring the craftsmanship.

Martin, who found pleasure in teaching Annan how to speak, pointed to the woman and said, "This is Aunt Susan

This is Aunt Susan

Annan greeted the surprised woman and was then embraced by her broad chest, correcting his address.

Aunt Susan gently told Annan that he could stay here forever. Annan couldn't understand, but he could feel the kindness in the words.

In the next few days, Annan, who couldn't do anything, stayed at Aunt Susan's house, learning the language of the world and helping her family do what he could.

Aunt Susan is in charge of the family's finances and all household chores, while Uncle Holin is a woodcutter who goes to the woods to cut wood before sunrise and returns in the afternoon. And Martin had to chop the previous firewood into firewood in the morning and sell it, then go to the tavern to work in the evening and come back late at night.

Learning a language requires frequent interaction, so Aunt Susan's family became the most suitable partner.

Martin is not yet of age, but he looks like a young man in his twenties. Healthy and strong, inheriting the excellent bloodline of Aunt Susan, but not very intelligent... It's like the Creator's molding of a person made too much strength, so he deducted some from wisdom.

Uncle Holin didn't seem so silent and introverted, and his relationship with Aunt Susan was much better than imagined. Their physique didn't stop them from giving birth to Martin, the crystallization of their love.

Aunt Susan likes Annan, and this affection even makes her feel better towards Annan than towards Martin. Even worried that Annan would be robbed, he said, 'Bad guys love pretty boys like you the most,' while asking him to apply ashes that make his skin appear rough and dull.

Survival is the best teacher.

Annan arrived at this family in the blink of an eye, but he was already able to communicate easily. On that day, Annan and Martin were chopping firewood in front of the woodshed, one by one. However, the rough handle of the axe has grazed his palm these past few days, and his chopping speed is very slow. When Aunt Susan came to inspect, only a small half of the chopped firewood was piled up.

Darling, it's okay, you need to rest more... "Aunt Susan felt sorry and blew Annam's palm, then turned around to scold Martin," You damn stupid donkey! It's been so long and you haven't finished yet

Why only mention me

Annan has no experience, and you have been chopping for almost ten years

Fortunately, there were some old firewood. Annan accompanied Martin to bring the chopped firewood to the market for sale.

Sometimes I feel like you're Aunt Susan's child, "muttered Martin, feeling down.

Why are you also called Aunt Susan

She thinks I'm too stupid, it's embarrassing to be her son

Where is Uncle Holin

He doesn't want outsiders to think that Aunt Susan is not his wife