"Stop!" A woman shouted softly from a carriage on the road.
Before the carriage came to a complete stop, a woman dressed in white jumped out of the carriage. She ran forward briskly for a few steps, ran to the back of a cart loaded with rice that was climbing uphill, and reached out to help her.
Zhida Gu pushed the cart forward with all her strength. After a while, the cart finally pulled up the steep slope smoothly. Seeing that the cart could move forward on its own, she let go of her hand and turned around to walk back.
It is the golden autumn season, and there is a bright golden color everywhere. In the fields, the rice is already ripe, and the heavy rice stalks are smiling and bending, swaying gently in the breeze. The air is filled with the fragrance of rice. There are flowers everywhere in the fields.
They are farmers who are busy harvesting, bending down under the sun, happily harvesting the hope of a season. The children carrying small baskets to pick up rice are like angels, bringing joy to this peaceful field.
Looking at the golden waves undulating with the wind, Qingdie suddenly remembered the fox waiting for love in "The Little Prince". It said to the little prince, if you tame me, then I will have the color of autumn wheat.
If you fall in love with someone, then you have everything related to him, his footsteps, the color of his hair. Even if the little prince leaves in the end, the fox is still a happy fox, because he has loved and owned,
It is a kind of happiness!
Qingdie's heart became calmer. The sky and the earth can always give people the most solid comfort. She breathed hard.
Suddenly Qingdie heard a noise from children, and when she looked around, she saw several children chasing a little girl. They snatched her basket and threw it to the ground, and then pushed her to the ground.
What's going on? Qingdie frowned, crossed the small waterway on the roadside, and walked towards them through the harvested fields.
"Stop!" Qingdie shouted, and walked up to the little girl. He saw that her clothes were stained, and her little hands were cut by sharp grass roots. Her little basket fell to the side, and there were some pitiful things inside.
The rice was scattered in the field. She helped the little girl up, turned to look at the children who took a few steps back because of fear, and asked: "What's going on with you? Why are you bullying her?"
"She's a little bastard!" A boy who was slightly more timid replied timidly.
She felt the little girl's body tremble slightly, hugged her slightly, and said with a cold face: "What are you talking about?"
"We are not talking nonsense, she has no father, and her mother stole men!" A child blurted out. When he saw Qingdie's cold face, he immediately muttered: "My mother said that."
"I don't care what others said before. From now on, you are not allowed to say that again. Do you understand?" Qingdie said with a stern face: "She is the same as you, she is also my mother's darling. It doesn't matter whether she has a father or not.
!As long as a person lives an aboveboard life, what does it matter if he doesn’t have a father? From now on, you are not allowed to bully her anymore, do you hear me?"
"I know," the children responded timidly. Seeing that she was no longer paying attention to them, they all dispersed.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt from the fall?" Qingdie ignored those children. They were all children educated with traditional ideas. They didn't actually understand anything. Of course, they couldn't accept her advanced ideas, so she
She didn't want to teach them any more. She lowered her head and asked the little girl in her hands with concern, while carefully checking whether she was injured.
"I'm fine." The little girl replied crisply, blinking her big eyes and looking at Qingdie. The liquid in her bright black eyes flowed down her cheeks.
"Stop crying! It's okay! It's all over!" Qingdie gently wiped away her tears and comforted her softly. "Come, tell me, what's your name?"
"My name is Wen Ying!"
"Wen Ying! What a nice name!"
"Really?" Wen Yingxu was very happy that this was the first time in her life that someone spoke to her so kindly.
"Wen Ying, tell me, where is your mother? Why are you here alone!"
As soon as Wen Ying mentioned her mother, she cried again. She sobbed and said, "My mother is sick. There is no rice at home. I will pick up some rice and go home to cook for my mother, so that my mother will get better!"
Qingdie's heart sank after hearing this. What a poor child! She took Wen Ying's hand and said, "Wen Ying, be good, don't cry, okay? Take me to see your mother now, okay?"
"Yes!" Wen Ying nodded vigorously and let Qingdie hold her hand and leave.
Wen Ying's home is in a small house on the edge of the village. The house is very simple, but it is kept very clean. It can be seen that the owner is a clean person.
"Mother! Mother!" As soon as she arrived at the door of the house, Wen Ying broke away from Qingdie's hand and ran to a room inside.