Qiao Zhibang, Li Guoxin, and Mrs. Song on the side all unconsciously held their breath, for fear of alarming something.

The most amazing thing is that even Li Aijuan, who is mentally incomplete at the moment, is sitting obediently, with a straight neck, two black and fat hands on her lap in a regular manner, a standard primary school student sitting posture, and her eyes are not dazzling.

The sound of the wind suddenly became obvious, and even the sunlight falling on the body seemed to have weight.

The tip of Song Ci's nose secreted fine and dense beads of sweat, which shimmered in the sunlight, making her little face seem to glow.

A silver needle was inserted into the back of Li Aijuan's head lightly and silently.

A drop of blood flowed slowly and silently down the needle's body, and after a long time, it fell to the ground with a click, extremely viscous, and had not penetrated into the solid yellow mud ground for a long time, and the color was purple and black.

This time it was like the key to breaking the magic, Li Guoxin and the three of them took a big breath, only to find that their chest was holding their breath and it hurt.

The three pairs of eyes subconsciously looked at the purple-black drop, as if it was about to condense into a thick scab.

It's blood, right? But how can it be this color and this texture?

The three of them looked at each other, with the same doubts in their eyes, but they all closed their mouths tacitly and did not dare to disturb.

But Li Aijuan had already closed her eyelids at this time and was comfortably purring.

She's got a needle in her head!

As if unconscious, I fell asleep with my head tilted!

Li Guoxin was simply stunned, and the little superstitions in his heart that were usually kept secret were also quietly probed.

At this moment, he has long forgotten that he is a cadre of the brigade, and he must fight against all feudal and backward ideas, and draw a clear line of demarcation with severe criticism.

He is now just an old father who is worried about his daughter, and after being disappointed for too many years, when he sees a plank that seems to be able to be saved, he can't wait to hold on to it regardless of it, even if he gives up those calculations and thoughts.

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She didn't reach out to adjust the angle of Li Aijuan's head, and inserted a silver needle very casually, exporting another drop of black blood.

The action is too casual, just like the embroidery girl who has been pricking a needle on the embroidery shed casually, and there is no need to worry about whether it will be tied wrong, everything comes so naturally.

The shadows of the trees moved slightly, the sun set in the west, and before I knew it, it was almost evening.

Mrs. Song stood with numb legs and sore eyes, she couldn't bear it, so she moved a chair early and sat down.

Mrs. Song felt sorry for her granddaughter, but she didn't dare to disturb at will, so she quietly took a small maza, put it on the square stool, and softly reminded Song Ci to sit down and be busy.

Li Guoxin came over to support Ma Zha with a smile, and Mrs. Song also brought him a square stool to sit on.

No one dares to destroy the tranquility of a courtyard, even the chicken coop in the corner.

The chickens all looked like chickens, not eating, drinking, moving, and couldn't hold back their desire to lay eggs, and tried their best to pretend that it wasn't me and I didn't talk nonsense, whitewashing the peace.

A dragonfly flew over, flew around Song Ci a few times, saw that she didn't catch it today, boldly ate melons nearby, and landed on top of her head, the transparent wings fluttered gently from time to time, so well-behaved that it was not annoying.

The farmer loved the beneficial insects, and when they saw that it didn't make trouble, they didn't chase it, so it stayed more and more comfortable.

If it weren't for the sudden frightened wings and flew away, I am afraid that I would have settled on top of Song Ci's head.

At the same time, the swallows under the eaves were silent, fluttering away, making a lot of noise, and even the chirping insects that seemed to come from the distance stopped.

Mrs. Song instinctively looked around, but she didn't notice anything wrong, she just thought that she was too careful, so she didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that it was not early, Mrs. Song remembered that she had promised Song Zhao to invite him to eat dumplings in the evening, and hurriedly went to the stove room to chop the noodles and prepare for cooking.

When passing by the neat vegetable garden in the yard, she plucked two green onions, and vaguely saw something golden flashing in the ground.

Mrs. Song rubbed her eyes and looked at it again, but there was nothing, thinking that she was dazzled, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and walked away with the green onions.