Changping Village. On a summer night, the two families of Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen were sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air. At that time, the world was busy with their daily routine. In the yard of Taozi's house in the same village, Heifeng and a forty-year-old man named Dahuang from the neighboring village

The middle-aged man was hiding in the house and fooling around.

The ten-year-old son Zhipeng had already eaten dinner and was sent to sleep in another room by Heifeng. Taozi was also burning bricks in an earthen kiln in Wanghai County. Heifeng opened the door of the courtyard and hall.

Guan, I don’t know how happy it is.

But tonight, she was a little out of sorts.

"This is not cool!"

Rhubarb arched like a long white pig for a while and then suddenly stopped, grunting in dissatisfaction.

Hei Feng's hands were still resting on Big Butter's greasy back, and he even asked the question "Why are you not feeling energetic?" somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Why are you so unhappy? You sent a message to me during the day. I was exhausted after a long day of farm work. At night I avoided my mother-in-law and sneaked over to see you. You were like a salted fish.

It makes me feel like I’m humping a dead man!”

"Snapped!"

Hei Feng slapped Dahuang on the back, "You are the only one who is dead. Your whole family is dead!"

Dahuang was a little annoyed, "Speak up, why are you scolding people? Are you a mad dog?"

Hei Feng retorted: "You just do it when there are some, and how do you learn to be picky?"

In the darkness, Dahuang noticed that the black phoenix's eyes were bright and shining green, like a female mouse that wanted to eat people.

Dahuang suddenly trembled, slid off Heifeng's body, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on quickly.

Heifeng also sat up and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Dahuang ignored her.

"The matter is only half over and you want to go back?" Hei Feng asked again.

Dahuang had already put on his shoes and walked towards the outer door.

"Huang, if you walk out of this door now, don't come back tomorrow!"

Dahuang put his hand on the doorknob and hesitated for a moment when Heifeng's shoes were suddenly thrown over and hit the back of his hand steadily in the dim light.

"Smelly women, dark and ugly, I don't care about them!"

Dahuang picked up the shoes on the ground and threw them back onto the bed. He didn't know where they hit Heifeng. She screamed, but Dahuang ran away without looking back.

In the dark tent, Hei Feng sat on the bed and covered his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

The moonlight shone in through the window, and the furniture and furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when she got married ten years ago.

The big red words "Happy" on the wall are still there, but she feels desolate and desolate in her heart, just like the wasteland at the foot of the mountain behind the village. During the day, people come and go in the shop, and it's okay to make jokes, but when night comes

This long period of loneliness and desolation made her unbearable.

She was envious and sad when she saw the young couples in the village working in the fields in pairs, with the man pushing a cart and the mother-in-law sitting on the cart, holding the child in her arms as they went to the town for the market.

Occasionally I also think about the father of my child, the man named Tao Zi.

It doesn't matter if he's stupid, he doesn't blame her if he can't say flattering words, and he doesn't care if he doesn't understand a woman's heart.

What she cares about most is his appearance.

He was ugly and extremely short. People in the village called him a "dwarf-legged tiger." His short legs were pigeon-toed and spiral-legged, making him an eyesore everywhere.
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