In the yard, Song Yingying sat on a small wooden stool.

In front of her was a large basin of water, with all kinds of wild mushrooms floating in it.

All the wild mushrooms are freshly dug from the mountains, especially the matsutake mushrooms, which are covered in soil.

Song Yingying bent over and lowered her head. As she leaned forward, the hair beside her cheeks fell down.

She didn't care about her messy hair, nor did she care about the hem of her skirt that had already fallen to the ground. Her whole attention was focused on the wild mushrooms.

Soak the wild mushrooms in hot water, and rub them gently with your slender fingers to wash away the layers of dirty dirt.

Song Yingying not only washed her portion, but also washed Jiang Nian's portion together.

After a while.

The originally clean water in the basin gradually became turbid and full of dirty mud.

Song Yingying first took the wild mushrooms out of the basin and placed them on the dustpan beside her. Then she reached out to smooth her hair and slowly stood up.

The posture of bending over for a long time was a bit tiring, and there was a hint of fatigue on Song Yingying's plain and cold face.

But just thinking about the abundant wild mushrooms brings me the satisfaction of a harvest.

A smile appeared on her lips that she herself was not even aware of.

This scene was seen by Zhao Weidong.

In the man's mind, he never thought that Song Yingying would be willing to do these things.

What's more, she is now...

His clothes were dirty, his hair was messy, and even his face was covered with dust.

There are dark marks on the cheeks.

It must have been accidentally splashed on me when I was washing the wild mushrooms just now.

Plop.

Plop.

The rugged man heard his heartbeat uncontrollably in his chest.

He clenched his hand, which was holding the hemp rope, into a fist silently.

It was as if a surge of heat was rising from the bottom of my heart, and I wanted to rush out of the box and run dozens of miles, otherwise I would have nowhere to vent all the brute force in my body.

Zhao Weidong had never had this feeling in his first thirty years of life.

Even when they got their marriage certificate, he had never been so excited when he saw Song Yingying's photo in the marriage report.

Silently.

The man's original thoughts were changing.

Aside.

Song Yingying was concentrating on what was happening in front of her and didn't notice that there was another person in the yard.

After wiping her face, she bent down again, trying to pick up the basin full of water, pour out the turbid dirty water, replace it with clean water, and wash the wild mushrooms again.

Hold the sides of the basin tightly with both hands.

Song Yingying used all her strength and her face turned red.

The basin is heavy.

Just picked up a little bit.

Song Yingying's arms didn't have enough strength, and her figure swayed and staggered.

The water in the basin was shaking and splashing.

There were many water droplets on Song Yingying's face.

She didn't give up. She gritted her teeth and tried to get it again.

But the result is predictable.

Not only did she not pick up the basin, but the water was shaking even more violently, wetting her clothes.

Song Yingying became even more embarrassed.

Her face flushed, her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were stubborn.

Bursting out with unprecedented persistence, just refusing to give up.

Zhao Weidong looked at her like a little rabbit that refused to admit defeat, trying again and again, beautiful and stubborn, and a smile could not help but appear in his eyes.

Song Yingying still gritted her teeth and persevered.

She couldn't tell how many times this had happened, but she actually picked up the sinking basin.

This time, the basin seemed lighter.

Could it be that her strength has increased?

Song Yingying couldn't help feeling happy, but at the same time, she saw another pair of hands tightly grasping the side of the basin.

Belongs to men.

Rough and wide.

Wheat-colored skin, thick knuckles, and healed scars on the back of his hands.

Song Yingying looked up in surprise and immediately saw Zhao Weidong's face.

The tall man held the basin of water without feeling any pain at all, and the movement was so easy.

He held the basin and poured the dirty water into the gutter.

Then he turned around and asked Song Yingying.