In midsummer, the sun is blazing, and in the mountains and fields, there are cicadas chirping and frogs croaking.
Under the scorching sun, the leaves were dried out, but the rice in the paddy fields rolled like green waves in the breeze. The fragrance of the rice was slight and intoxicating.
Yunjing is running on the field, heading home, as if chasing the wind.
Returning is like an arrow.
Even if she is only three or five steps away from home, her loving mother is worried about winter and summer. She can't help but look back. She is only a few feet away, and the courtyard is just around the corner.
Looking back on this period of time, I felt depressed and my family members lost their smiles. Yunjing felt extremely ashamed. Home is a haven for the soul, but it is not a place where my sorrow spreads.
At this moment, he didn't feel much joy in gaining a keen insight. More, he wanted to return to his family and let them know that he was fine and no longer had to worry about himself.
Some people are worried and concerned, and we should feel happy, but we should not be worried or concerned.
Pretentious?
Then just be hypocritical and not contradictory...
Occasionally, farmers working in the fields under the scorching sun would raise their heads, holding a handful of weeds, looking at the small figure walking briskly away from the cloud scenery, and pursed their lips and smiled.
As if infected by the relaxed posture of Yun Jing, the heat and fatigue are not so obvious.
This is how life should be.
We are already living a miserable life, so why think about it and add worries, which will make the already tiring life even more tiring? Hundreds of millions of farmers in the world can face the wind, frost, rain and snow calmly, but Yunjing's little twists and turns in life are not a problem.
What?
The door of the house is in front of us, but the cloud view is a bit cramped.
After all, it really shouldn't be worrying your family during this time.
After hesitating for a moment, he laughed at himself.
This is your own home, what are you afraid of?
Jiang Susu came out of the house at this time, holding a dustpan in her hand. There was some wheat in the dustpan, and she was going to feed the chickens and ducks.
Seeing Yun Jing standing at the door, she paused in her steps, opened her mouth and said, "Where are you going wild at noon?"
After saying that, she naturally moved her eyes away from Yunjing and continued to walk towards the chicken and duck pen.
This is the time when the busy farming season has passed and the autumn harvest has not yet come. There is not so much work, and farmers can steal half a day's leisure time.
"Mom, I went to the river to catch crabs," Yunjing said as he walked into the yard.
Jiang Susu, who had already reached the chicken pen, looked back at him and asked, "Where are the crabs you caught?"
"No," Yunjing smiled awkwardly.
He grabbed a handful of wheat and threw it into the chicken coop, letting the chickens and ducks eat it. Jiang Susu hummed and said, "You brat, you are getting wilder and wilder. Go and play by the stream. Your father will come back to see if you get beaten."
"Mom, please don't tell dad," Yunjing ran over and begged, shaking her arm.
Patting his head casually, Jiang Susu said disgustedly: "Go, go, you are so old, and you are still acting like a spoiled child. I made mung bean soup for you in the house, and chilled it with cold water. Go and drink it. Look at you.
My forehead is sweaty and dark, like a monkey."
"Hehe, mother is the best to me," Yunjing said with a grin, and then ran towards the house.
When he came to the door, he stopped slightly and looked at the profile of his mother who was feeding the chickens with a smile on her face again. He felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart and his eyes were moist.
Turn around, go into the house, and drink mung bean soup simmered with cold water in a wooden basin.
It was very sweet, with maltose in it, very delicious, refreshing and relieving the heat. Quietly, there was a tear mixed with the mung bean soup and Yun Jing drank it.
This tastes so good...
While drinking mung bean soup, Yun Jing recalled the scene he saw of his mother before. It turned out that during this period of time, his mother had lost a lot of weight without realizing it, and her face looked a little haggard.
Mother and son are connected, and he can feel that his mother is like this because of him.
"Mom, I'll never do it again," he said silently in his heart.
In the yard, Jiang Susu's eyes were red with her back to the house, and tears were falling, but a smile bloomed on her face. She smiled so easily, and the trace of gloom between her eyebrows disappeared.
Zhizi Moruomu, after all, it was just a lump of flesh that fell from her body. No words or complaints were needed. With just one glance, she could feel that her precious son's inexplicable depression was gone.
Okay, great...
The days are finally back to normal.
Secretly wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Jiang Susu felt relaxed all over. The summer sun was no longer so dazzling. Even the chickens and ducks in front of her made her feel particularly cute.
Do you want to kill one and stew it for Xiao Jing to eat?
That most majestic rooster scared Xiaodong to tears yesterday.
Touching her increasingly bulging belly, Jiang Susu felt that life was so beautiful...
After drinking mung bean soup, Yunjing came to the door, sat on the threshold and asked, "Mom, where are dad and grandpa?"
Naturally, just like in the past.
"Your father went to see the water conditions in the paddy fields. Your grandfather, it seems that your third uncle and your third uncle's mother were fighting in the west of the village. The fight was fierce. Your grandfather went to reconcile. Xiaodong was taking a nap." Jiang Susu thought for a while.
He replied, his face regaining his composure.
Life in the countryside means that these parents are short-sighted.
Yunjing didn't care after hearing this and asked: "Then what should we eat for lunch?"
It has to be said that in his next life, Yunjing has reached the embarrassing age where a half-grown man has to live in poverty. The farm family has little money and water, so he always feels that he has not enough to eat and is easily hungry.
"Eat mung bean porridge with pickled cucumbers in the afternoon." Jiang Susu packed up the dustpan and walked towards the house, wondering if she should kill the big rooster. My son is fine. Is it worth celebrating?
Yunjing moved his butt to the side and said, "I want to drink three big bowls!"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it," Jiang Susu said with a smile. Now that there is food at home, she is full of confidence.
After a pause, Jiang Susu hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but speak, and said in an extremely casual tone: "Xiao Jing, Suan Miao and the others have been gone for so long, what do you think they are doing now?"
"I don't know. Maybe I was forced to stand under the scorching sun to practice martial arts. Hey, I'm definitely very tired. I might not dare to cry even if it's not good," Yun Jing said in a gloating tone.
When he said this, Yunjing's tone was relaxed, and he was truly gloating from the bottom of his heart. After passing the hurdle in his heart, he really didn't care about the small matter that his martial arts qualifications were not as good as those of other children.
At the same time, he also vaguely guessed his mother's intention in asking him this question.
She was testing whether she was really okay. She seemed to be making insinuations, but in reality it was very obvious to Yun Jing.
Jiang Susu couldn't imagine what it would be like to practice martial arts, but her son's answer made the last worry in her heart disappear.
Her son was really okay, she could feel it.
The depression in her heart was gone, and Jiang Susu's whole spirit and spirit were different. Although she was still a little haggard, it would only be a matter of time before she returned to her previous state.
Jiang Susu, who was rarely free and in a good mood, simply moved a chair and placed it next to the cloud scene. Then she went to the house to get a bamboo basket and sat next to her to sew her clothes.
She began to prepare for the birth of her pregnant baby.
In boredom, she asked casually: "Xiao Jing, do you want a sister or a brother?"
"One stinky brother is enough. Xiaodong was annoyed to death all day long. That night, he punched me in the nose and asked me to play with him. If it was my sister, she shouldn't be able to do such a thing," Yun Jing said depressedly.
Patting his head, Jiang Susu scolded: "You also said that that day you beat Xiaodong so much that he cried for half the night. You were so noisy that you, the elder brother, didn't know how to give in."
"I didn't hit him, I just scared him. Who knew he was so cowardly?" Yunjing became even more depressed.
Without worrying about this, Jiang Susu touched her belly longingly and said: "I also want to have a boy, so that you will have three brothers. When you grow up, you will have someone to help you and you will not be bullied."
As a rural woman, whether she favors sons over daughters or sincerely thinks about future generations, this is Jiang Susu's truest thought.
At this point, she smiled and said: "Why are I telling you this? You are still young. You will know the benefits of having more brothers in the future."
Yunjing was speechless and thought to himself, is it really good to have more brothers?
It will be a headache if there is a situation of brotherly discord in the future. Forget it, that is a matter for the future. I don’t think about it too much. Besides, with your own guidance, the younger brothers and sisters in the future will not grow into that kind of character. Maybe.
Who can say clearly what will happen in the future?
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Jiang Susu was busy with needlework and helped Yunjing drive away flying mosquitoes.
Jiang Susu thought that the three children in the village had left with Wang Baotou and the others, and would no longer have to be farmers. However, her son was not chosen and had been depressed for so long. She felt inexplicably distressed, so she said: "Xiao Jing, our family's life is getting worse and worse."
It’s getting more and more popular. Is there anything you want? If it’s not expensive, I’ll buy it for you.”
Spring is sleepy, summer is weak, and autumn is weak. On this hot day, Yunjing is a little sleepy. Hearing his mother's words, he yawned and said casually: "There is nothing I want. Oh, by the way, I want to study..."
Hearing this, Jiang Susu paused in her needlework and looked blank.
