After hanging up the phone, Zhou Dong finally took a long breath, as if all the knots in his heart had been resolved, and looked at the live broadcast room again, feeling extremely comfortable.
In the past four years, he has encountered obstacles everywhere and suffered all kinds of looks and ridicules, but he could only endure it.
This time he finally felt proud.
"Brother Sang, that's it, keep it up, but don't overturn it!"
After resting for a while, Sang Wanzhou took little Fubao to put on dust-proof clothes and gloves, and went into the pigsty to clean with a broom and dustpan.
Because the temperature difference between day and night is large, some straw will be laid in the corner of the pigsty to keep warm at night.
"Little Fubao, take these straws outside." Sang Wanzhou took the broom and drove the pigs aside. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and added, "The straw is very dirty. Hold it less and be careful."
It hit my face."
Little Fu Bao, who was just about to hug a handful of straw, said: "!!"
Sang Mizhou looked helpless, said nothing, and bent down to clean the floor of the pig pen.
Because there are people cleaning here every day, it is not really dirty. We only need to clean the straw that is changed once a week.
As for the sow pen, the man had to clean it himself, so that the kind of thing that just happened to Sang Mizhou in the pig pen would not happen again, which is really unheard of.
Little Fubao obediently carried the dirty straw bit by bit on the trailer pushed by the man, and then spread the clean straw back after Sang Mizhou had finished cleaning it.
The whole family was doing things quietly without much communication, but it gave people a very warm and peaceful feeling.
Sang Mizhou would look in the direction of Xiao Fubao from time to time to make sure she was still there.
This seemed to be a subconscious action, even he himself was not aware of it.
After working all afternoon, little Fubao was so tired that he sat on a small bench and tapped his legs.
I didn't even have time to take off my dustproof clothes and gloves, they were all dirty.
Sang Mizhou took off his dustproof clothes and gloves and came over and handed her the water she had just finished drinking: "Are you tired?"
Little Fu Bao raised his little head, and the eyebrows and eyes that were very similar to his made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
She took the mineral water from Sang Mizhou's hand and said softly and softly: "Thank you, brother, Fu Bao is not tired."
But the fatigue between his brows and eyes could not be hidden no matter what.
Sang Mizhou was a little helpless and helped her take off her dust-proof clothing and gloves and handed them to the man who had taken care of them all day today.
Then he turned around, walked to her and squatted down.
"Come up."
The sound is like the breeze in the evening, clear, moist and sweet.
Xiao Fubao was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little embarrassed and said: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"Brother will carry you home."
A sentence that couldn't be more concise.
The next second, all the audience were shocked to see a tear as big as a bean slipping from the corner of Xiao Fubao's eyes.
There was no warning, and there was not much expression on the face, the tears just flowed down without any warning.
Only Sang Mizhou, who was squatting in front, didn't notice her tears and was still waiting for her to lie on his back.
[Why did the little baby cry suddenly? No, I feel really bad when I see the little baby crying! Don’t cry, baby, what happened?]
[Sang Wanzhou, please turn around! The little baby behind you is crying! Stop squatting!]
[What's going on? Why did the little baby cry suddenly without warning? Did Sang Wanzhou say something just now? It seems that he didn't? He just said "Brother will carry you home", right? 】