Chapter 17: Has the Second Brother's Eye Healed?
After everything was agreed upon, Du Wanchun began to collect the radishes, selecting the good ones and placing them in a winnowing basket to wash off the mud.
As she was picking things up, her hand accidentally touched another hand. The icy cold touch made her jump. She quickly looked up and saw Zhou Ruiyuan.
Zhou Ruiyuan was sitting in a chair, bending down to help her pick up radishes. His movements were very quick, his waist moving up and down, even faster than Du Wanchun's.
With every movement, strands of his hair would sway, unknowingly brushing against the back of Du Wanchun's hand.
"Husband, you?" Du Wanchun was startled and somewhat surprised. She stared at him with her round eyes. She had always thought that her husband was disabled and unable to move. She did not expect that his waist was quite strong.
Zhou Ruiyuan noticed that she was staring at him, so he looked up at her and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I can't walk, I can still do some farm work."
His deep eyes were slightly raised, with slender double eyelids and long eyelashes, just like the man in the painting, each stroke so exquisite that there was no flaw to be found.
Du Wanchun was very close to him, almost able to see his eyelashes, and could even feel his warm breath on her face, and her heart immediately started pounding again.
She quickly lowered her head, hurriedly picking up the radishes, and said, "Thank you, husband."
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her flustered little hands, his brows furrowed with a gentle smile.
The two of them didn't speak again and quietly continued working, but as the number of radishes dwindled, they moved closer and closer together.
A gentle spring breeze blows outside, carrying a wisp of willow catkin and a petal of peach blossom.
A strand of Zhou Ruiyuan's long hair, hanging down from his temple, gently brushed against Du Wanchun's cheek in the carefree spring breeze.
The faint scent of pear blossoms brushed past her ear, so close that she had the illusion of being embraced.
In this illusion, Du Wanchun felt the warm and powerful aura emanating from him, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.
To avoid disturbing them, Aunt Zhou, who lived not far away, got up and went to the backyard.
In the backyard, Zhou Feng was sitting on a rock, lost in thought, staring at the sun.
When Aunt Zhou saw this, she quickly asked, "Feng'er, what's wrong?"
Zhou Feng looked at the sun and said, "Mother, I feel like I can see the light, but I don't know if it's just my imagination."
"You can see light?" Aunt Zhou exclaimed happily. "Could it be that your eyesight has suddenly improved, just like your third brother's?"
Zhou Feng shook his head. "I don't know. I feel like there's light, but when I look closely, it seems like there isn't."
Aunt Zhou walked to his side and waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Feng'er, can you see?"
Zhou Feng frowned slightly, his face full of disappointment. "I can't see it."
Aunt Zhou tried again, this time covering his eyes with her hand and asking, "Feng'er, can you still see the light?"
Zhou Feng looked closely and shook his head. "I can't see it anymore, it's all black."
Then Aunt Zhou removed her hand again, "And now?"
Zhou Feng stared intently for a long time, then blinked slightly. "Mother, it seems like I can really see a glimmer of light, like a lamp placed far away in the dark, very distant and blurry."
Aunt Zhou covered her eyes with her hand again, asking, "Can you still see?"
Zhou Feng paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I can't see it."
Aunt Zhou then removed her hand, but this time she didn't say anything to Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng quickly said, "Mother, I can see the light again."
Aunt Zhou was both surprised and delighted. She grabbed his arm and exclaimed excitedly, "Feng'er, you can see again!"
Zhou Feng stood there in disbelief, his face blank, feeling like it was all unreal.
Compared to Zhou Ruiyuan's composure and assertiveness and Zhou Zhao's liveliness and activity, Zhou Feng is more like a refined and gentle young nobleman sitting in the academy.
His blindness made him like a precious jade that had lost its luster.
Aunt Zhou was overjoyed and turned to go to the front room, saying, "I'm going to tell your older brother."
Zhou Feng immediately pulled her along, saying, "Mother, don't tell my eldest brother yet. We're not sure if my eyes are really healed yet, so he won't be disappointed if he finds out."
Aunt Zhou understood what he meant, gently patted his hand, and said, "Okay, I won't tell your brother. Don't stare at the sun too much these next few days, take some rest. Maybe you'll be completely better in ten days or half a month."
Zhou Feng nodded, his voice gradually becoming hoarse, "Mother, let my eyes be healed, and let me go to the capital!"
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