In the county town's state-owned restaurant, Yan Mingxue was so satisfied after eating three big meat buns that she almost fainted.
His face was filled with bright happiness, and even his big eyes were almost narrowed into slits.
Walking towards the street with Mo Yutong in hand, Yan Mingxue felt that she could brag in front of Erni for three whole months.
"Is Chengcheng happy?" Mo Yutong looked at the quiet Yan Mingcheng, lowered her eyebrows and spoke softly.
"Sister, I'm happy!" Yan Mingcheng nodded heavily, grabbed her handbag with his little hands, and there was sincere emotion in his eyes.
The hot afternoon wind blew past the three people's slightly hot foreheads, passed through the long and distant mountain road, passed through the colorful earth, and fell on the shoulders of Yan Mingli who was carrying water on the path.
The sun was scorching and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he still walked briskly towards home.
After pouring the water into the water tank, he immediately took down the dried clothes and went into the bedroom.
When I opened the cabinet door, the faint fragrance of the little girl wafted into my face, making me dizzy.
It was as if he could hear the little girl whispering in his ear, I am yours, I am yours.
His? Yan Mingli's eyes suddenly became gentle, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
The little girl was still young, and perhaps she didn't understand what these four words meant, so she said that without thinking.
He should have explained it clearly to her, but the morning breeze was too tempting, and he let his ignorant feelings sink into his heart, and even gave rise to extravagant hopes that he shouldn't have.
Taking the needle, thread and thimble from the cabinet, Yan Mingli put aside his chaotic thoughts, sat in the chair, and began to mend the clothes carefully with his head down.
He first put the thimble on the second joint of the middle finger of his right hand, then spread the tattered clothes flat on his knees, took out the needle and thread that had been wrapped in the coil, and poked the needle hard into the edge of the seam.
After nine years of study, his needlework was still not very good. Not only was he far inferior to the aunts and ladies in the village, even some young girls had much better skills than him.
After more than ten minutes, he finally finished sewing the clothes. Yan Mingli folded Mingcheng's clothes and put them in the cabinet, while he casually placed his own clothes on a chair.
The temperature in summer is too high, and he always wants to take a bath after working hard.
After taking off his straw sandals and placing them against the wall, Yan Mingli took off his vest and trousers and walked to the water tank.
Buckets of cold water flowed down from his shoulders, along his strong chest and straight back, and stopped at his tight abdomen.
This is a body with smooth lines, without any excess fat, showing unparalleled clean beauty.
The underwear was quickly soaked and stuck tightly to the skin, outlining a tight and curvy curve. The exposed legs were straight and strong, as if containing infinite power.
The thin and upright body is like a beautiful scenery, bathed in the summer afternoon sun, reflecting colorful and brilliant colors.
"Squeak..." Yan Mingli felt a sudden pain in his right arm. He quickly raised it to check and saw a scratch on the inside of his elbow, which should have been left from the fight with Wu Ergou.
I didn't notice it when I was working, but now that it's wet, I feel a slight pain.
But the wound was not deep and would scab and heal in two or three days at most. In his opinion, there was no need to pay any attention to it.
But suddenly, the scene of the little girl applying medicine on his feet flashed through his mind. Such a small wound made the little girl's eyes red with heartache. If she saw a wound more serious than the one on her leg, who knows how heartbroken she would be!
What was he thinking? Why would he think that the little girl felt sorry for him?
My ears couldn't help but turn slightly red, and a very inappropriate thought came to my mind. I wondered if the little girl would...
He was looking forward to the little girl applying medicine on him, but he was also afraid of seeing the little girl's disgusted look.
After all, he had a fight, and she was such a delicate and soft girl, she must hate people who fight!
The boy suddenly felt a little discouraged. He pursed his lips and walked into the bedroom. After quickly changing his clothes, he took a handful of corn grits from the cabinet and walked into the kitchen.
Light a fire, boil water, and cook corn paste. Soon the sweet aroma of corn will waft around.
After he put the corn paste in the bowl, he went to the yard to wash and hang the clothes, and then picked up the bowl and quickly ate the cooled corn paste.
After washing the pots and dishes, tidying up the yard, putting on his straw sandals, and locking the cabinets and the door, he walked towards the brigade headquarters again to get his afternoon work.
Under the scorching sun, Yan Mingli was sweating profusely as he wielded the hoe. It was still the same large piece of land from the morning, and it was still handed over to the six of them.
The sun was gradually setting in the west. Yan Mingli looked at the sun from time to time. Why didn't the little girl come to the field to find him? Had she forgotten to ask him for the key?
"Brother Li, Brother Li!" Yan Mingli seemed to hear the little girl's voice in his wandering thoughts.
At first he thought it was an auditory hallucination caused by excessive thinking, but when he was sure that it was her voice, he suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart.
He wanted to drop the hoe and rush up the path to run towards his little girl.
But fortunately, he still had his rationality, which was enough to restrain his inappropriate impulses. However, his eyes still unconsciously glanced in the direction of the little girl.
The little girl in military uniform stands proudly like the little poplar described by Mr. Mao Dun.
She straightened her back, took firm steps, and slowly walked towards him carrying a medium-sized wicker basket.
Looking at the little girl who was gradually approaching, Yan Mingli stiffened his back and dared not look up, as if he was afraid of revealing his confused thoughts and making the little girl unhappy.
"Brother Li, Chengcheng and Xueer are on Uncle Yang's ox cart." The little girl finally approached him and spoke softly, as if she was afraid that he would worry.
"Hmm!" The young man lowered his eyes, slammed the hoe on the ground and then tried to lift it up, as if the appearance of the little girl had no effect on him at all.
But only he knew how panicked his heart was, so panicked that he didn't even dare to look up at the little girl.
"What did you have for lunch, Brother Li?" The little girl smiled as she looked at his stiff movements, which he tried hard to conceal, and her tone became softer.
"Corn paste." The boy heard her soft whisper, and his hands holding the hoe seemed to have become so soft that he lost the strength to lift it.
"Brother Li is still growing. Corn paste won't fill him up. Here are some meat buns." The little girl quickly put the buns that had been kept warm in the space back into the wicker basket, and then lifted the red plum handkerchief covering the wicker basket.
"I'm not hungry." Yan Mingli looked at the big meat bun next to his mouth and looked around nervously.
As he expected, from the moment the little girl appeared in the field, all the members of the cooperative who were working nearby turned their eyes to them, and each of their eyes was filled with curiosity.
Even his second aunt stared at him with mischievous eyes, which made him even more uneasy. He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, but he didn't want to miss his little girl.
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