Xie Zhi touched the girl's ear. She was still damp with moisture. "Why did you stay in there for so long? Are you unhappy today?"

"No, I'm just a little irritated."

Xie Zhi's temples were throbbing. When he saw the girl with a rosy complexion, a surge of love suddenly rose in his chest, spreading like a branch: "Jiaojiao, go buy some delicious food tomorrow. Don't be unhappy."

After he finished speaking, he held the girl in his arms, with her furry head pressed against his neck, which made him feel itchy and had an indescribable feeling.

"You can also go to the nearby mountains to play. There is a small pavilion there. The scenery is great and you can see the whole mountain."

Xu Jiaojiao pouted impatiently, somewhat unwillingly: "I have been looking at the mountain for more than ten years, and it still looks the same."

"Then baby, just keep me company, okay? My husband has never seen anything."

The man's words were extremely heartfelt, and they came directly from his heart. The girl felt warm in her heart, and she had an indescribable feeling.

Soon they were half carried, half pushed and half pushed back to the house. It had been a lot colder these days, so their mother changed their quilts and the blankets they had spread out. They were soft, with freshly fluffed cotton. They were originally bought as dowries for girls, so it didn't matter if they were sleeping on them now.

Xu Jiaojiao pulled at the stubble on the man's chin, a little curious: "This is the first time I see you with a beard."

“Does it look good?”

"I still look better without a beard. Now I look like a man with a lot of experiences. And it's really prickly. And look at my face." After she said that, she pointed to her red face in distress to the man. She looked very pitiful.

Suddenly, the distance between them was shortened. Xie Zhi was stunned for a moment. He could only see the girl's fluttering eyelashes and red eyes, as if she was crying. She looked more like an actor who had taken off his costume. She was so beautiful that he was speechless.

He blocked the girl's chattering lips and rubbed them hard a few times. The words that came out of her lips were particularly sweet: "Jiaojiao, I like you so much. I want you so much."

After saying that, he pulled the lamp on the wall with his arm, and then wrapped himself in the quilt. The hot breaths of the two hit each other's faces, which was indescribably ambiguous.

When Sheng's mother was sent back, everyone in the village went to see her, especially Wang the Butcher, who cried so hard that his nose was broken and looked so pitiful, with red eyes.

Looking at Wan Hong, who was silent and had numbness in her eyes, he held her in his arms and comforted her. He really liked this woman, he really liked her, no matter what she had experienced.

Wan Hong returned to his home alone. People around him looked at his loose clothes and suddenly realized that he had lost so much weight in just a few days.

Butcher Wang pushed his wife to the ground and chased after the man despite his obstruction. Xiaohong was left alone, and there was an empty and numb expression in her eyes.

He was worried that if he wasn't there with him, this person might become depressed and do something life-threatening.

An Yu looked at Sheng Jie who was working in the fields. This man had a weak body and not much strength in his hands. He had been pampered and lived a life of luxury all the way and did not do much work in the fields. Often, when others had finished their work, this man was still working on his own piece of land.

An Yu stood on the edge of the field and watched silently for a long time. Sheng Jie had completely changed since he experienced those things. He had an indescribable feeling of loneliness, as if he was independent of everyone, and no one could touch his true thoughts.

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like Shengjie like this.

It was as if he had never explored it before and was already a person trying to survive in the quagmire. He seemed to realize that he had tried inexplicable thoughts on this bitch and looked at the man's thin body.

She murmured, "It would be better if you were not so dirty, if you were a little cleaner, but you are a prostitute who has been slept with by countless men."

I wanted to say something, but ended up saying something else for no reason: "Your mother is back, don't you want to go see her?"

Sheng Jie didn't want to talk much, so he put down the hoe in his hand and looked over at him with a calm look. He knew how crazy this man was, and if he didn't answer and ignored him, he would be the one to suffer.

"If there's anything good to see, she'll see it at night. She doesn't want anyone to be around at this time."

After saying that, he swung the hoe in his hand down heavily.

"Your mother treated you very well. I heard that if you hadn't been with Butcher Wang, you would have died long ago. She is so heartless." An Yu curled the corners of his mouth.

"I am such an ungrateful and shameless person. Didn't you know that long ago?"

After Sheng Jie finished speaking, his cold and sharp eyes shot straight at him. For a moment, he was actually a little frightened, and it seemed that he was provoked by this expression.

He burst into laughter and jumped down from the edge of the field. He stomped heavily on the well-hoveled ground several times, completely unaware that he was destroying it.

Fortunately, everyone in the village was distracted by that side, so there were only the two of them here.

An Yu touched her dishonestly with his palm, with a shallow smile on his lips: "Are you threatening me? You are a prostitute who can be slept with by anyone. I saved you. I am your savior. Who allowed you to talk to me like this?"

He smiled and said, "You want everyone to know what happened to you and that it's all your own fault."

Sheng Jie's chest kept rising and falling like an old bellows. He could no longer bear it and asked aloud: "Didn't I pay the price? Didn't I always repay it?"

His tone was full of an unquestionable command: "So, what does this have to do with me? Kneel down now." He did not give himself face or room just because he was in public, but became even more presumptuous.

The hoe fell in the field, and like his owner, was insulted by the men and suffered the fear of being discovered at any time.

He couldn't resist, and he was powerless to resist. Perhaps what this man said was right. This was the only result for a man. Sheng Jie was almost suffocating. A huge fatigue enveloped his soul. He had never felt so tired before.

It doesn’t matter if I’m discovered. I don’t care about reputation and face at all. I’ll just live one day at a time.

Wan Hong shut the door heavily, isolating anyone who wanted to watch the fun, but Butcher Wang still took the opportunity to sneak in: "Are you okay? I'll cut some more bones for you to nourish your body."

The man spoke cautiously, then looked at the man's face carefully, only to see that the woman had no expression on her face and looked at him coldly.

He sighed deeply: "It's not your fault, it's those people who are your fault."

"You are so affectionate now, why do you want to hang out with me."

"Would you believe me if I said I really liked you?"

Wan Hong laughed out loud, tears almost coming out, wiped the tears with the back of her hand, and snorted coldly: "It's disgusting. You have a family and you still say such things to another woman."