Yu Yue sighed softly. Didn't she want Xie Yan to get some rest?
She longed for her husband to have an easier time more than anyone else, but Xie Yan himself was unwilling, so what could she do?
"Mother, you know, it's not that I don't want him to rest, it's just that he refuses."
He said he felt like he was holding on by a thread, and once he stopped, that thread would dissipate, and he would have even less energy to work afterwards.
Yu Yuehui helplessly spread her hands, "No matter how I try to persuade you, it's no use."
Qian Hong looked helpless upon hearing this; Xie Yan was truly a stubborn person.
She waved her hand and said, "Anyway, he's right next to you, so keep an eye on him and don't exhaust him!"
Yu Yuehui quickly nodded in agreement.
As night falls, the moonlight, hazy as gauze, gently spills onto the earth.
Under the soft moonlight, Xie Yan and his family of three strolled slowly towards home. Yu Yue held the sleeping Chaochao in her arms; the little one's face glowed with a faint halo in the moonlight, and she slept soundly.
Xie Yan followed quietly to the side, his steps dragging, each step as if he had used up his last bit of strength.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the soft sound of their footsteps could be heard. Neither of them spoke, yet in this silence, a warm and tacit atmosphere, like a gentle breeze, flowed slowly between them.
They walked side by side, and from a distance, they seemed to be closely intertwined, becoming an inseparable part of each other's lives, as intimate as if they were forever stuck together.
Even the intertwined shadows on the ground seemed to be pulled together by an invisible thread, never separating for a moment from beginning to end.
Finally home, Xie Yan wearily took off his stained clothes, casually draped them over the clothesline outside, turned around and plopped heavily into the rocking chair, as if his bones had been removed, unwilling to move an inch.
He looked at Yu Yuehui, who came out of the house, and mumbled in a slightly coquettish tone, "Wife~, I really don't want to wash my feet anymore. Can you find me a separate set of sheets and blankets? I'll just sleep here dirty."
At that moment, all he wanted to do was collapse onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and fall into a deep sleep.
He was so tired and exhausted that only he could understand the feeling of being completely worn out.
After all, there aren't many people as useless as him.
It's almost 10 o'clock now. Lately, he's been going to bed around 10 o'clock every night and having to get up around 4 o'clock in the morning. If this continues, he's really worried that he'll die suddenly.
Yu Yue felt heartbroken seeing him like this, but she also knew that it wasn't something unhygienic.
She deftly brought over a basin of water for washing his feet, gently placed it beside Xie Yan, then tenderly patted his head and softly comforted him, "Alright, go ahead and wash your feet. Soaking your feet in hot water will make you feel much better."
"Don't you want to sleep more comfortably?"
In fact, Yu Yuehui knew that for Xie Yan in his current state, a hot bath might be more relaxing, but given how exhausted he was, he would probably fall asleep in the water if he took a bath.
Like a child, Xie Yan reached out and hugged Yu Yuehui's waist, nuzzling his head against her waist before reluctantly getting up.
He slowly took off his patched socks and gently placed his feet into the hot water.
As your feet are immersed in the warm water, a warm current instantly surges up from the soles of your feet, and the fatigue accumulated throughout the day seems to be quietly drawn away by an invisible force in that instant.
The soothing sensation that spreads from the soles of my feet throughout my body is like gentle ripples, spreading layer by layer and gradually relaxing my nerves that have been tense all day. All the pressure slowly, slowly dissipates into the air as I soak in the hot water.
When Yue Hui carried her foot bath water out of the house, she saw Xie Yan soaking his feet and fast asleep on the recliner.
His head tilted back slightly, his mouth opened gently, and he emitted even, soft snoring.
Yu Yuehui's gaze involuntarily fell on Xie Yan's face, which had become much thinner. His once round cheeks were now angular, and his face showed signs of fatigue and haggardness.
A wave of heartache washed over her instantly.
She couldn't help but gently reach out, wanting to touch that weary face, her fingertips trembling slightly in the air.
But just as she was about to touch him, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and her movements stopped abruptly. She slowly lowered her outstretched hand, afraid that even the slightest touch would disturb the extremely tired person in front of her.
Yu Yuehui secretly made up her mind that once she finished her busy work in the next two days, she would go up the mountain to find a deer to help Xie Yan recuperate and regain his former vitality.
Busy times are always contradictory, both slow and fast, full of contradictions.
In the fields, everyone was racing against time, their steps hurried.
Everyone was like a wound-up machine, working non-stop, and even when they were so tired that their backs ached, no one was willing to stop and rest for a moment.
Finally, after everyone worked hard, all the wheat in the field was harvested.
Just as the last crop of wheat was harvested, without warning, large raindrops began to fall in a "pitter-patter" sound.
In the blink of an eye, the rain turned into a torrential downpour, sweeping across the land.
The rain was so dense, like a huge gray curtain, that it enveloped the entire world, leaving no time to even pull the wheat back.
Large raindrops pounded mercilessly on the ground, splashing high into the air, as if the rapid rhythm was squeezing the air so hard that it was hard to breathe, leaving no chance for anyone to catch their breath.
This sudden rain was like a heavy slap in the face to those who harbored illusions.
They had been confident that it wouldn't rain, since the weather had been gloomy for the past few days without any rain, but reality dealt them a harsh blow.
Fortunately, although everyone was panicked, they were all experienced veterans and quickly reacted.
Ignoring the fact that their clothes were already soaked through by the rain, everyone raced against time to stack the wheat. For a moment, the fields were filled with people's tense shouts and hurried footsteps.
Fortunately, everyone acted in time, and most of the wheat was not wet. Occasionally, one or two bundles were soaked by the rain, but that was unavoidable.
After finally stacking the last bundle of wheat, Xie Yan's tense nerves relaxed slightly. He let out a long sigh, a sigh that seemed to carry all the fatigue of the past few days.
He raised his hand and forcefully wiped the water droplets mixed with sweat and rain from his face. The droplets slid down his arm and dripped into the mud at his feet.
He squinted, peering through the rain at the person in the distance who was hurrying towards him with a sickle in hand, standing there too tired to move.
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