Chapter 82: The First Ambiguity

After sitting there bored for a while, Lu Miao's ADHD started to flare up. Fu Jingyou chose a piece of land in the middle of the threshing floor and was building a "house" by stacking bales of straw. She stood up and wanted to go over to take a look.

Ren Bingxin sat up from the bamboo bed with a somersault:

"Where are you going? Are you going to grind the grain too?"

Lu Miao chuckled: "How could I do that? Just lie down! I'll just take a walk."

"I thought so."

Ren Bingxin was not on the night watch list, and no one would say anything about her whether she participated in the work or not.

Now that Geng Xiaoyun is not here, and Gu Ying and Lu Miao have both left, Ren Bingxin is all alone on a bamboo bed. The place is so spacious and she feels so comfortable.

Following Lu Miao's words, Ren Bingxin came over after taking a shower. Not wanting to get all sweaty, she simply lay down on the bamboo bed to cool off.

The sky was completely dark, and the night sky was dotted with stars, twinkling brightly. In comparison, the moon tonight was not as bright and dazzling as it was a while ago.

In order not to delay work, several lanterns were hung around the threshing ground one after another.

Fu Jingyou was quick and agile, having already built a three-wall structure in the center of the venue using bundles of straw. At this moment, a wooden ladder was placed on top of the three walls, and he was hanging in mid-air as he straddled the ladder, laying straw to build a simple "roof" to shelter from the morning dew.

Lu Miao stood about two meters away from him, staring at him curiously with his lychee eyes wide open, his body almost blending into the dark or dim moonlight.

Fu Jingyou took advantage of his height to secretly glance at her. Seeing her clear and moist eyes, he opened and closed his thin lips. His voice was hoarse and he lowered it deliberately so that only the two of them could hear it:

"Have you cried?"

Lu Miao raised his eyes and met his handsome face, which inexplicably aroused a rebellious spirit. He hummed softly and said nothing.

Fu Jingyou glanced in the direction of He Laosi, then withdrew his gaze after a while and asked in a low voice:

"You didn't look very happy when I saw you coming over just now. What happened?"

His question immediately reminded Lu Miao of the incident where the cucumbers were stolen.

Feeling unhappy, Lu Miao's face was filled with resentment. He lowered his voice and told the story in a torrent of words.

Fu Jingyou nodded in understanding and comforted her slowly, "Forget it, it's just a few cucumbers. If you like them, I'll go to my aunt's house and pick some for you later."

“It’s not a question of whether I like to eat it or not!”

Lu Miao stamped his feet and glared at Fu Jingyou with grievance, his face full of anger:

"I brought the seedlings back home, and I even participated in the planting... I finally waited for the harvest, but not only did I not see the harvest, but the vines were also destroyed. How can I not be angry!"

"I didn't say you couldn't..."

Fu Jingyou wanted to speak, but Lu Miao didn't give him a chance. "You were born here and have been dealing with the land and crops since you were a child. Don't you feel angry when you hear about this? Don't you feel it's a pity?"

In the past, Fu Jingyou always followed Lu Miao's wishes and paid the most attention to and cared about Lu Miao's feelings. However, this time, Fu Jingyou not only failed to empathize with her emotions, but also said such a lightly. Lu Miao was so angry that she fell backwards, and her eyes turned red again.

"You still think I'm making a big deal out of nothing, don't you?"

The tears came suddenly, without any warning. Fu Jingyou felt his heart sink and he was inexplicably panicked.

He jumped down from a ladder more than two meters high and forcefully pulled Lu Miao around to the other side of the "straw house".

Due to the angle difference, neither He Laosi nor Ren Bingxin could see them for the time being.

"Why are you crying? Who said you were making a big deal out of nothing?"

"You! It's you!"

Lu Miao poked him hard in the chest several times like a calf.

Fu Jingyou's chest felt hard, and she didn't know if it hurt, but it was her own fingers that hurt.

Some negative emotions that would normally only take a little time to buffer would always be inexplicably magnified several times when facing Fu Jingyou.

After expressing his grievances about the cucumber incident, Lu Miao sobbed and talked about what happened in the cotton field a few days ago:

"Your place is not good at all! There are bugs in the cotton fields. If they hadn't gotten into my clothes, I wouldn't have known!"

"You know what, Fu Jingyou? Such a big bug! So big!"

Lu Miao stretched out his index finger and thumb exaggeratedly and gestured to Fu Jingyou:

"I accidentally crushed it while tickling it. It's so disgusting! I really can't stand it!"

Tiredness and hard work are secondary. The general environment is like this and it is impossible to escape from it in the short term. In fact, Lu Miao has always been trying to accept and tolerate it.

But she also felt that things like "bugs" were a huge shock to her body and mind, as she was physically unable to accept them.

The scene of crushing the bugs and having his hands covered in green paste seemed to replay before his eyes. Lu Miao was frightened and scared, and his heart became fragile. His sobs were scattered and broken. Fu Jingyou felt uncomfortable listening to them.

"Okay, stop crying."

His voice softened, and his rough hands pressed down on Lu Miao's rosy lips, which were opening and closing. Lu Miao's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and between closing and opening his eyes, two crystal tears rolled down the back of his hand, burning it.

The little girl's lips were soft, and she didn't know what she had put on her body, but it smelled very good.

The two of them leaned very close to each other, and between their breaths, the faint fragrance stretched out and entwined with Fu Jingyou like a thread invisible to the human eye...

Fu Jingyou's Adam's apple slid up and down, his eyes suddenly became deep, and his healthy wheat-colored skin took on an unnatural pink hue under the afterglow of the lantern not far away.

Restraining his physical and mental changes and keeping some distance from Lu Miao, his low voice was lingering:

"I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have said that. I apologize. Don't cry... Okay?"

Lu Miao has a quick temper, but is also easy to coax.

Fu Jingyou apologized sincerely and was patient in coaxing her. She sobbed and her mood calmed down a lot.

Sniffling, Lu Miao nodded like a chick pecking at rice with watery eyes.

Seeing the situation, Fu Jingyou withdrew his hand that was pressing on her lips.

You can see that her red lips are still pursed, and his brows lowered again:

"Still pouting?"

Lu Miao glared at him resentfully, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. He tried hard not to pout, but some of his expressions and movements were subconscious. The more he tried to adjust them, the weirder they became.

After holding it in for a few times, Lu Miao pursed his lips, which became even more depressed.

Fu Jingyou laughed dumbly. His anger was building to this point. He curled his hands and rubbed her head boldly. "Are you feeling better now?"

Lu Miao nodded awkwardly, "Yeah."

Fu Jingyou said, "The busy farming season is halfway over. Just hold on for a few more days... and after these few days, you won't have to go to the cotton fields anymore."

"real?"

"Yeah." Fu Jingyou nodded, his expression firm: "I'm here."

Lu Miao hummed softly, then suddenly lowered his head again.

Her emotions and stress were relieved, and she felt much better. But it was also at this time that she felt embarrassed again.