Zhou Yian took two small stools and went out to find Aunt Zhang first.

As a result, Aunt Zhang and her family were not as fast as Song Songbai in cooking and were still eating.

Out of curiosity about the open-air movie, Zhou Yian couldn't help but go there alone, mainly to reserve a seat.

She is not tall and it was tiring for her to stand at the back.

Zhou Yian knew a little about the way to the drying yard. When he walked to the secluded path, a person suddenly jumped out from the front.

He has a slicked-back hair, polished with hair wax, and dressed decently, but at first glance, you can tell he has a crooked heart and looks like a traitor.

Zhou Yian's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you the educated youth from the city?" He wanted to run over and grab her.

Zhou Yian was so anxious that he threw the two small stools around.

Missed it.

The traitor-looking Ge Jun continued to run over.

Zhou Yian was so scared that her legs went weak. She had never seen a man with such a ferocious face, and he wanted to pounce on her.

In a flash, she remembered the crossbow that Song Songbai had made for her, took it out from the space, aimed and shot a few arrows.

"Damn bitch." Ge Jun yelled angrily.

Two arrows hit him, one in the shoulder and one in the leg.

When Zhou Yian saw this, he didn't even dare to pick up the stool and ran back in fear.

Ge Jun was injured in the leg and wanted to chase after him, but after a few steps he couldn't catch up and had to give up.

Zhou Yian ran back panting, not daring to stop even though he was tired.

Song Songbai was still cleaning the kitchen dishes.

Zhou Yian hugged him from behind, and was so scared that she couldn't stop crying.

Song Songbai was startled when he heard her sobbing and quickly turned around to look at her.

Sure enough, she was crying, with big tears falling.

Song Songbai had never known before that a person's tears could really break someone else's heart.

Anger and heartache rushed to his mind, and he was suddenly at a loss. He didn't know why she was crying, nor did he know how to stop her from crying.

I could only whisper and coax, "An An, don't cry. What's wrong?"

Her face was covered with tears, and she felt her pockets but found no handkerchief.

He was so anxious that he kissed her directly.

Gently bent down and kissed away her tears.

Zhou Yian opened her misty eyes, seeing his gentle look and remembering the crossbow he had made for her for self-defense. She hugged him tightly and calmed herself down.

"I just, just now someone, hiccup." Zhou Yian started to hiccup because he cried so excitedly.

"belch."

Song Songbai didn't find it funny, he just felt pity.

He patted her back to stop her hiccups.

To no avail.

Dragging Zhou Yian, the burden, he moved forward step by step to make her a cup of malted milk.

Song Songbai sat on the stool, hugged Zhou Yian and fed her.

Her hands were still tightly wrapped around his thin waist, feeding him and giving him a drink.

After finishing a cup of warm malted milk, Zhou Yian finally calmed down and talked to him in detail.

"A slicked-back hair? He looks like a traitor." Song Songbai frowned, his heart raging with anger. "Ordinary villagers wouldn't do that. He's probably from the county or an educated youth."

"You've never seen it, have you?" He tried to control himself and asked calmly.

Zhou Yian nodded. After crying for a while, he gradually felt tired.

"Go to sleep, it's okay, don't worry, I will take care of it." Song Songbai touched her head.

Watching Zhou Yian fall asleep sleepily in his arms.

Song Songbai sighed slowly. It was all his fault. If only he had been tougher and insisted on going with her.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he gently carried her back to her room, took off her coat and shoes, prepared water for her to wash, and wiped her face and hands - the whole process was complete.

Sitting at the head of the bed, I looked at her carefully, with surging love and anger surging in my heart, unable to be restrained for a long time.

Judging from the time, the movie should be over.

First, he went to a secluded path to pick up a stool and put it back in the yard, then he went to stand at Aunt Zhang's door, waiting for Aunt Zhang and her family to come back.

It was already a bit cold in Northeast China at the end of October, and the murderous intent began to rise in the cold wind.

Aunt Zhang and her family also came back.

"Ghost!" Ge Tian shouted when he saw only a dark figure at the door.

"It's me, Song Songbai."

Aunt Zhang slapped Ge Tian and yelled, "You idiot, you only know how to scare people!"

"Song Zhiqing, what's wrong? Come over here."

"Aunt Zhang, excuse me for a moment."

"What, what do you mean?" Aunt Zhang stuttered. For some reason, she was still a little embarrassed by Song Zhiqing.

"It means that you should talk aside." Ge Tian translated for her.

"Oh, so, then you all go in first." Aunt Zhang called out, ushering the whole family into the house.

"What's wrong, Song Zhiqing?" Aunt Zhang asked. After taking a closer look, she found that it was the middle of the night and Song Zhiqing was even more frightening than usual.

"I want to ask you, is there anyone in the village who just came back a few days ago, with a slicked-back hair and a face that looks like a traitor?"

Traitor-like? What adjective is that?

"There is one guy with a slicked-back hair, that's Aunt Qi's son, Ge Jun. He just came back from the factory these past two days."

Her son, relying on his job in the county, always combs his hair back and makes it shiny with hair wax, saying that it is the trend in the city.

"Auntie Qi's son, Ge Jun," Song Songbai repeated. "Do you know where he works?"

“In the county, there’s a steel mill.

"Yeah." Song Songbai nodded and prepared to turn around and leave.

"What happened?" Aunt Zhang asked hesitantly, "You didn't even come to see the movie."

"An An was scared."

Aunt Zhang was silent. In fact, she could probably guess what had happened. "If you're determined, you should get married as soon as possible. An An is an excellent girl, and there are many people eyeing you."

Today she even heard young women and men asking why Zhou and Song Zhiqing hadn't come. While most of them just wanted to see, some couldn't resist the temptation to actually take action.

"Besides, you two, living alone together in the educated youth compound, don't have a good reputation. Although fewer people are talking about it now because of Zhou Zhiqing's article, this problem still exists."

Some people are really talkative and will talk about things even if there is nothing to say.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Song Songbai was used to the finer things in life, so how could he know the darkness that was secretly growing in the mouths of the country ladies?

I don’t know that people’s words are like knives.