Tears and pity

A man's mouth is a lie, and it is probably a big pie in the sky.

Fan Yanxing's job is not easy. There will be a meeting in the afternoon, and the whole village will attend. How can he spare the time to help her?

Liang Qingqing exhaled lightly, and her hands did not stop moving. Even though she knew the truth, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She valued other people's promises more. If she couldn't do it, it would be better not to promise, so that people would have expectations and hopes in vain, and finally end up with nothing.

This feeling is not pleasant.

Her eyes were slightly closed, hiding her true emotions.

Planting seedlings is a very demanding job. Liang Qingqing worked for almost a whole morning. She had never lifted her back except to drink water or go to the toilet. Beads of sweat covered Liang Qingqing's forehead. Seeing that others were almost finishing their work, she still had a lot left. Her heart suddenly turned cold. She estimated that she would not be able to eat lunch.

Her words came true. When it was almost lunch time, everyone else left one after another. Liang Qingqing was the only one left in the field. Qin Zhen had just helped her plant some, but there was still a lot left. Qin Zhen had to hurry back to make lunch for her family. Even if she wanted to stay and help her, she was powerless.

Liang Qingqing could not delay her meal, so she persuaded her to leave.

The seedlings trembled in the wind, and were a little wilted by the sun. Liang Qingqing touched her protesting belly, looked at a large open space, and suddenly gave up and sat down in the field. She didn't even look at the dirt that she hated the most in the past. She

rubbed her calves with both hands, trying to get rid of the pain all over her body.

As she rubbed, Liang Qingqing's eyes were sore, and she couldn't help but murmured: "I want to go home."

In fact, she hadn't missed home for a long time, because the facts were set, and it was useless for her to miss home. Besides, everyone in the Liang family treated her very well. Although she lived in poverty, the feeling of having family members by her side all the time was something she had never experienced in her previous life, so she cherished it very much and regarded the Liang family as her own home.

But the hard farm work was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. She was used to a life of luxury and wealth. It was no exaggeration to say that she had never touched the spring water. Now she was doing rough work, exposed to the sun in the fields, and became a village girl.

She had tried very hard, but it seemed that she could never do the farm work well or finish it. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless. If she didn't finish it, her work points would be deducted. If she did less, other people in the family would have to do more.

Looking at her hands that were red from the sun and covered with dirt, a tear fell from her eyes. She hated the unpredictable arrangement of fate. Why did she come to this world!

She wanted to go home. She

wanted to see her parents.

She wanted to continue to be a carefree daughter of a rich family.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of urgent footsteps behind her. She was startled and turned her head sharply, only to see a panicked face not far away. She subconsciously reached out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, but forgot that her hands were dirty. Not only did she turn herself into a little cat, but the dust also entered her eyes, causing her tears to roll down even more.

"Qingqing!" The visitor didn't care about anything else and half-knelt in front of her. His tone was unprecedentedly panicked and helpless. Looking at her tear-stained face, his heart seemed to be tightly strangled by something, unable to go up or down.

Fan Yanxing frowned, his breathing became shallow, and with trembling hands he carefully wiped away her tears, and tried to make his voice as gentle as possible: "Who bullied you?"

When he thought of this possibility, he wanted to kill someone. The murderous anger in his eyes surged, and he clenched his fists tightly, with his fingertips deeply embedded in his palms, using the pain to remind himself to stay calm.

Liang Qingqing shook her head vigorously, and pursed her red lips in grievance, "No one bullied me, there's dirt in my eyes, and I feel uncomfortable." Her

usually sweet voice was choked with sobs, which made him feel particularly distressed. Although he was surprised to know the answer, he still blew the dirt out of her eyes skillfully and wiped her dirty little face with his hands.

Looking at Liang Qingqing's big red eyes, Fan Yanxing breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows did not relax at all. After hesitating for a while, he still asked, "Is it really like this?"

She sat on the ground with her head down and said nothing. She looked so cute that people couldn't bear it. They wanted to hold her in their arms and coax her. Fan Yanxing thought so and did so. He picked her up from the ground and walked to a corner and sat down in an inconspicuous place.

Liang Qingqing was very obedient throughout the whole process, without even a trace of struggle. This made Fan Yanxing doubt what she said before. If it were normal times, given her thin skin, she would probably start yelling for him to put her down before he even picked her up.

The field was very quiet at this time. Everyone went back to eat. At a glance, there was not even a shadow of a person.

There was a big tree above to provide shade. Fan Yanxing reached out to take off the straw hat on her head, reached out to help her brush away her sweaty hair, and then gently patted her back, like coaxing a child, lowering his voice to comfort her: "Can you tell me what happened?" With

someone coaxing her, the tears that had just stopped began to roll in her eyes again. Before he could speak again, the golden beans fell down like pearls that had broken off the string, hitting the back of his hand, burning him so much that he couldn't help but curl up, and his heart ached with pain.

She was born well, and although she looked like a wolf in this appearance, she was more pitiful, beautiful and fragile.

"I won't ask anymore. Stop crying, okay?" Fan Yanxing didn't know where to put his hands. This was the first time he saw her crying so sadly, as if the whole world had abandoned her. She was fine in the morning, why did she suddenly become like this?

"No, wuwuwu, you must ask."

Liang Qingqing sniffed, as if she was afraid that he would really not ask. She pulled his collar hard and shook it, leaving deep marks on the white fabric. But he didn't care at all, and just quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, I'll ask, I'll ask."

Hearing this, she relaxed her strength with satisfaction, but felt that she was crying shamefully, so she simply buried her face in his neck. Her tears wet his skin, and her warm breath sprinkled on the sensitive ear tips, but he couldn't produce the same emotion as yesterday. His heart was filled with nothing but pity.

Until she had cried enough, and wiped her face with his clothes, she raised her head, a little embarrassed and a little shameless, saying: "Okay, you can ask now." She

had just cried, and her voice was still hoarse and crying, but her words were very domineering, but seeing her tearful appearance, no one could bear to argue with her.

During the time she was crying, Fan Yanxing's mind was not idle. After thinking about it, he only thought of one possibility. He rubbed her waist with his big hand and asked tentatively: "Are you too tired from working?"

Even he had suffered at her hands, and Fan Yanxing really couldn't think of anyone in this village who could bully Liang Qingqing. In addition, there were many cases of female educated youth crying secretly because they couldn't finish their work.

Compared with the other female educated youth, she was even more delicate and could not lift anything with her hands or carry anything on her shoulders. Although the job of growing vegetable seedlings seemed easy, it was actually not easy to do well.

Fan Yanxing spoke tactfully, but he guessed most of it. Liang Qingqing's face turned red unconsciously. She glared at him angrily and excused herself: "There are so many, how can I plant them all?"

This was equivalent to admitting his guess. Fan Yanxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as no one bullied her.

At the same time, he looked around in the direction Liang Qingqing pointed. Without her telling him, he knew which area she planted. In fact, compared with others, her team leader took good care of her. At first glance, the area she divided was similar to that of others, but the terrain was flat, there were no bends, and there were two or three big trees, so she could plant a lot less.

"There are quite a lot to plant, but this is your first time planting seedlings, so you have grown them very quickly, which is quite good." Fan Yanxing lied without blushing, and his tone was sincere, as if it was the truth.

Liang Qingqing looked at Fan Yanxing suspiciously. Although she knew that he was definitely trying to coax her, his words affirmed her "ability", which made her feel very useful. The corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up, and her mood was relieved. She was in the mood to ask him why he came here.

"Didn't I say before that I would come to help you? I should have arrived a long time ago, but who knew that I met the village party secretary on the way and pulled me to discuss some things, so I was a little late." Fan Yanxing regretted it very much at this time. If he hadn't talked about those things with the village party secretary, he would have come to help her a long time ago, and she wouldn't have cried.

"You actually still remember... Have you finished your own?" Liang Qingqing's eyes widened in astonishment, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hands unconsciously climbed up his neck.

"Finished." Even though Liang Qingqing changed the subject immediately, Fan Yanxing still understood the hidden meaning, narrowed his narrow eyes, and laughed angrily: "Do I look like the kind of person who forgets himself? Or... Qingqing, you don't believe that I will keep my promise?" After the voice fell, Liang

Qingqing, who was touched in the heart, avoided his sight in a panic and subconsciously denied: "No."

The last tone rose rapidly, and it was obvious that he was lying.

Fan Yanxing's hand, which was patting her back to comfort her, slowly moved down and placed on her slender waist. His fingertips pinched the soft flesh on it, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his voice was full of undisguised danger: "Really?"

"No!" This time his voice was even louder. Liang Qingqing closed her eyes in annoyance and secretly cursed herself for being stupid.

But surprisingly, Fan Yanxing was silent for a moment, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he sighed, leaned forward slightly, looked into her eyes, and said very seriously and calmly: "I won't promise something I can't do. Similarly, I will definitely do what I promise."

"Qingqing, can you trust me?"

She actually heard a hint of pleading in the last sentence.

Each word seemed to be carefully crafted, like a gentle breeze blowing, rippling in her heart.

Looking at the man's dark pupils, Liang Qingqing's cheeks became hotter and hotter, and something was beating, again and again, with waves of sweetness.

"I believe you."

For some reason, she gently raised her chin and kissed the corner of his mouth with her lips. The touch was like a dragonfly skimming the water, but it aroused a shocking wave between the two.

Something was quietly changing.