Then, a young man's rapid, panting voice came in, full of anxiety:
"Mom! Qingqing! Are you guys okay?!"
Dong Yulan shuddered all over, subconsciously thinking that it was Jiang Erniu's mother who had returned, and her face turned pale again.
But then she heard the voice clearly, wiped her tears quickly, stood up calmly, and walked quickly to the door: "Hey! Mom is here! Is Zhewei back? Run slowly, don't rush, there are guests at home...at home."
Before he finished speaking, a tall figure rushed into the low main room like a whirlwind.
It was Fu Zhawei.
He seemed to have run all the way back, with shiny beads of sweat on his forehead and neck. A few strands of black hair were wet with sweat and stuck to his smooth forehead.
He was still wearing old clothes from working in the fields, and his trouser legs were covered in mud. The most noticeable thing was that there were one or two tiny chicken feathers stuck in his neat short hair.
One day, he was picking eggs in the chicken coop on the farm with his father Fu Jianguo when he was suddenly informed that something had happened at home.
Fu Jianguo was tied up in the work on the farm and couldn't get away for the time being, so he had no choice but to ask his son to run back and take a look.
When he ran all the way back and saw that the gate of his house was closed, his heart skipped a beat. He almost thought that something irreversible had happened and his heart sank.
At this moment, he rushed into the yard and saw his mother standing at the door.
Although his mother tried to appear calm, he still keenly noticed the tears in the corners of her eyes.
Fu Zhawei's expression suddenly changed, and his always calm and deep black eyes instantly ignited with rage.
He took a few steps forward, grabbed Dong Yulan's cold hands, and said in a voice as taut as a string about to break: "Mom! I heard people say... Jiang Erniu's mother... what did she do to you?!"
"elder brother--!"
Before Dong Yulan could say anything to comfort him, Fu Qingqing, who was still nibbling on the bun, seemed to have finally found her nerve. Like a frightened little rabbit, she rushed over desperately and hugged Fu Zhewei's waist tightly.
The tears that had just been stopped with great difficulty flowed out again. She buried her face in her brother's sweat-soaked clothes, crying loudly and wailing:
"Wuwuwu...Brother! You're finally back! I...I was almost snatched away by them and made the wife of that bastard Jiang Erniu...Wuwuwu...There were so many of them...Mom was almost pushed down by them...Wuwuwu..."
Hearing his little sister's crying, Fu Zhawei's handsome face, which always had no expression, was instantly covered with a terrifying haze.
The air around him suddenly turned cold, and the hand holding his mother tightened unconsciously.
However, just as his heart was boiling with rage and he was about to rush out to settle the score with Jiang Erniu, he caught a glimpse of a slender and quiet figure out of the corner of his eye.
It’s Lin Jianxue.
She just stood there, looking at them quietly, her clear eyes carrying a hint of worry, but also a reassuring calmness.
Fu Zhewei's heart skipped a beat, and his violent anger seemed to be tripped by something and paused slightly.
He calmed down immediately.
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