Ermiao was restless at home all day long, always thinking that someone must have seen her bringing her child home. She wanted to go out and find out the limelight, but she was afraid that she was hitting the gun. It felt like a knife was hanging above her head, but she didn't know when the knife would fall, and she was always worried.

Ermiao was under great pressure, but he did not dare to reveal a word to anyone, including Gou Fugui. Gou Fugui is honest and kind by nature. Although he is more obedient at home and gives in to everything, Gou Fugui still stands on the right side from a big standpoint.

At night, Ermiao began to suffer from insomnia again. She turned over and turned around and could not fall asleep. In order to see the clues, as long as Gou Fugui moved, she immediately pretended to be asleep. After two days, Ermiao couldn't stand it and was listless all day long.

Gou Fugui put his index finger on the edge of the sickle, carefully tentatively striking the sharpness of the sickle, then took out a small branch, and gently stroked it, the branch broke in response to the sound. He nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and saw Ermiao sitting on a small bench, leaning against the door frame, staring at a place without moving, saying that he was staring at a place, but it was not as if he was staring there. Then he felt that Ermiao's eyes were not focal, and his eyes were distracted. Gou Fugui frowned and asked with concern: "Hua's mother, why are you feeling bad? Are you not feeling at all? Why don't you look at it?"

Ermiao was immersed in the sound of Comrade Fugui's sharpening knife while thinking randomly. She felt that the rhythmic "sting" sound made her feel very at ease. Just as she was relaxing her thoughts far away, Fugui suddenly said that scared her. She pulled her eyes back but didn't dare to tell the truth. She just said no: "Maybe I'm tired, I'll just go to bed and sleep."

"If you feel bad, just say, look at it quickly. We will be harvesting in two days. If you get sick, it will be delayed." Gou Fugui put down the sickle in his hand and walked to Ermiao's side. He covered his hand on Ermiao's forehead and tried it. He was relieved: "Well, don't burn it, then you can go and rest quickly."

Ermiao raised her head, staring at Fugui's face for a moment. She knew she was ugly, but Fugui didn't dislike her. Fugui's eyes were full of care and heartache. She was able to become a couple with Fugui in this life. Ermiao felt her eyes hot, and the thing that was crying tears slowly overflowed. She grabbed Fugui's hand and put her whole face on Fugui's palm. Although the wide, thick and thick palms were covered with calluses, she only felt the warmth. Ermiao murmured: "Fugui, you are so good."

Master, come on! What evil did Hua's mother get into? Comrade Fugui was so scared that Ermiao was so gentle. When did Ermiao live so gentle? It happened in the year when she got married. In the days that followed, Ermiao was always picking on him and giving him a voluntary command. It has been so many years since he forgot what Ermiao looks like when he becomes gentle. It's not the same as the New Year, and Hua's mother suddenly looks like this, and she... is really not used to it!

Fugui was used to being scolded and got used to being scolded. When Ermiao suddenly came out like this, Fugui felt something was wrong all over. He first looked for the jujube in the yard, but he didn't find the shadow of the jujube. He thought that he might have gone to play with his friends in the village. He was happy and boldly put his other hand on Ermiao's shoulder, preparing to take Ermiao into his arms to keep warm. But as soon as he picked up Ermiao, he felt a warm feeling of wetness in his palm. Fugui was stunned. Why did Hua's mother pull her mother? Why did she still cry? Fugui squatted down and held Ermiao's face. He saw her eyes red and tears seemed to fall down continuously.

Fugui was a little at a loss. Hua's mother was not a sentimental woman. No matter what happened or what grievances she suffered, she always screamed and vented. Even if she cried, she would cry while scolding her. She was not as sad as she cried like this. She felt distressed when she saw it. He hurriedly used his palm to wipe the tears from Ermiao's face: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong, who made you wronged?"

Ermiao sniffed, pouted her mouth, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's good to see the sun today, remembering what happened before." After that, Ermiao pushed Fugui's hand away, stood up and wiped away the tears from her face with her sleeve: "I'll go and lie down for a while."

Fugui looked at Ermiao's back for no reason, and could not guess what Hua's mother's abnormality was. He shrugged and continued to work.

Ermiao finally couldn't sit still. She packed up the things she brought back from Zhengzhou, left a portion for her parents, took out half a pound of peach pastry from her own portion, and prepared to go to Yang Xing and her house to sit.

In the past, according to Ermiao's unlucky temperament, not to mention half a pound of peach pastry, she would never be able to take it out even if she was a piece. Isn't this about asking for news? It's not that true to come to the door with empty hands.

The village is preparing for summer harvest. Every household is so busy. Some of the wheat planted on the ridge has matured. A small area of ​​harvest has begun. The wheat in the field is also golden. The village brigade shouts every day, asking everyone to prepare for it. The sickle harvest is about to begin.

It was when the sun set, the sun converged and the scorching light turned into a big golden oil cake. The sky was light blue, with white clouds floating on it, clusters, like white cotton wool and blooming locust flowers. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!