Nie Xiaoyu, whose eyes hurt from jealousy, did not run far. She just covered her face and ran back home in shame.
The moment the door opened, she threw herself into Zeng Hehua's arms as she came out of the kitchen without even raising her head, crying loudly, looking so pitiful.
"What's wrong with Xiaoyu?" Zeng Hehua was confused, but as a mother she still hugged her tightly and patted her back gently.
Nie Xiaoyu, who had cried enough, was finally comforted, but she still couldn't control her sobs and said, "Mom, Dad beat me! He beat me in front of so many people!"
"Your father beat you! Why did he beat you?" Zeng Hehua was shocked, but her reason told her to find out the reason.
After all, although she is a daughter, she is the only daughter, and Nie Hongshan has loved her very much since she was a child.
"Mom, look at my face, it's swollen from Dad's beating." Nie Xiaoyu looked up, pointing at the swollen side of her face and angrily said, "It's swollen like this, how am I going to go to work tomorrow? I'm quitting this job as a scorekeeper."
"Then I won't be one anymore, and I won't be one in the future." Nie Hongshan pushed the door open, put his pipe heavily on the table, and said with a cold face.
I was just worrying about how to solve this problem. Now is a good time to go out and work in the fields so that I don’t have to think about it all day long.
"Are you serious?" Zeng Hehua saw that he really had such an idea, so she quickly got up and brewed an enamel pot of Eagle Tea and handed it to him.
"What else?" Nie Hongshan picked up the enamel pot and took a sip of tea.
"What's going on?" Seeing her man like this, Zeng Hehua became anxious.
If she didn't become a scorekeeper, she would have to work in the fields, just like the girls waiting to get married in the village.
She was even thinking of finding a husband for her precious daughter who lived in the city and ate commercial grain! How could she find a husband if the scorekeeper was missing?
"You should ask her first why I hit her." Nie Hongshan covered the enamel pot and then put it hard on the table.
"I..." Nie Xiaoyu hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.
No one knows a daughter better than her mother. How could she not understand what her daughter is thinking? It must be related to the boy from the Yan family.
After looking at Nie Hongshan, they both had the same idea: this girl needs to get married as soon as possible so that she can put aside all those messy and crooked thoughts.
At this time, Yan Mingli, who was standing in the shade of a tree beside the road, saw Yang Feng's silly look. After they were far away, she blushed and whispered, "Girls are not allowed to talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, you're just imagining things." Mo Yutong smiled at his increasingly red ears and tilted her head as she said, "Tell me what you're thinking about!"
"Don't you care?" Yan Mingli curled up his fingers nervously and looked at her without blinking, with expectation and panic in his eyes.
The boy who had shed his cold and stern appearance was still the same soft-hearted boy, and her heart also became unusually soft. "What do you care about? A handsome man is a disaster."
"Don't talk nonsense." What a disaster! The little girl only wants to bully him.
"It's gone from nonsense to nonsense!" Mo Yutong laughed softly, with stars of love in her eyes.
She is not so petty as to be jealous.
A love rival shouldn't be in your lover's heart, but should be left behind.
Mentioning it occasionally is fun and a catalyst for emotions, but mentioning it often is a thorn, a mole that you will never forget in your life.
There's no need to make room for other women in his heart; it's enough for her alone.
"You know." The young man, whose eyes seemed to have concealed the glimmer of worldly affairs, looked at his little girl tenderly.
"I don't care." Seeing his stunned expression with a hint of disappointment, Mo Yutong smiled softly and said, "Brother Li likes her?"
"No!" Yan Mingli denied it immediately without thinking too much. How could he like a sick person? Delusion is also a disease and needs to be treated.
"He's not even a love rival, so there's no need for me to take him seriously." If even such a person could stab her in the heart, then Mr. Yan, who was dreamed of by countless women in his previous life, wouldn't he also leave her scarred.
As long as his heart loves her always, those women don’t matter!
"Hmm!" At that moment, Yan Mingli felt that he was too narrow-minded. He actually trusted Nie Xiaofeng.
"I just don't like the way she looks at you, as if you belong to her." Mo Yutong pouted slightly, looking as if she was not very happy.
"I am yours." The moment he said that, Yan Mingli didn't want to talk anymore.
"Of course, you can only be mine." A hint of success flashed in his eyes, and Mo Yutong raised the corners of his lips and smiled cunningly.
"And me! And me!" Yan Mingxue suddenly raised her hands and jumped in front of them.
"Hahaha~~" Suddenly, Mo Yutong was amused by her childish words.
The members who were working absent-mindedly heard the joyful laughter and had only one thought in their hearts: girls from Beijing have big hearts.
At first, seeing how vigorously Nie Xiaoyu rushed forward, I thought the two girls were going to fight for a man. However, Mo Zhiqing recited a poem and chased the girl from the Nie family away.
They not only admired the ability to make the opponent flee with their tails between their legs without any effort, but also wanted to possess it.
"You go to work! I'll take them home first." He had stayed long enough and it was time to go back to work in the fields.
"I'll go back with you." Yan Mingli carried the two children onto the bicycle, and picked up the thermos and wicker basket.
"Can you leave work early?" Mo Yutong was no wonder confused. She remembered that the working hours now were just like the working hours decades later, with fixed working hours.
"Occasionally, it's okay." In the past, he would never leave work early. First, the workload was too heavy and time did not allow it, and second, he could not leave without anyone to help him.
But today Yang Feng gave him an idea, saying that he didn't have much work left and Er Laizi would help him finish it, so he could go and accompany the little girl with peace of mind.
"Why don't we find a place to learn how to ride a bike?" The yard at home is not big, so we need to find a spacious place to learn how to ride a bike.
"Let's go to the threshing ground!" It's flat and big enough! The few families in the village who have bicycles go there when they learn to ride.
"Okay! I'll listen to you!" Mo Yutong pushed the handlebars of the bicycle, and Yan Mingli pushed the back seat of the bicycle, and they walked slowly on the road where the breeze was blowing.
Although the wind was hot, it revealed an indescribable sense of relaxation. The boy looked at the girl's charming and graceful back, and suddenly felt that the sky was so blue.
It seems like all the hardships I suffered in those years were just for meeting the sweetest person in the world.
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