Gui Ying pulled Fushun, sprinkled tears of remorse, and ran aimlessly along the riverside, waking up Chaoxia and scaring away the morning fog.

It wasn't until it was far away from the dock that Gui Ying stopped, threw her luggage on the ground, and hugged the panting Fushun in her arms.

Fu Shun was frightened by this sudden hug. But the hug is so warm, so intimate. He could fully feel Sister Gui Ying's rapidly beating heart, as well as the reluctance in his heart. Gui Ying's hot tears wet Fu Shun's ears and cheeks, and a sad nasal voice sobbed in his ears.

Fu Shun's heartbeat also accelerated, this was the first time that Sister Gui Ying hugged him so warmly. He has been able to find another deep meaning in the meaning of reluctance - Sister Gui Ying loves him. This kind of love, although it is still hazy, is so real - willing to care for it with its life, willing to protect it with its life.

Gui Ying hugged her tightly like this and didn't say a word. She was afraid, afraid that every word she said would make two people cry. He wanted to use the still thin shoulders of the man in front of him to calm the pain in his heart and hide the regret in his tears. However, the tighter the hug, the more intense the pain and remorse became.

"Hold me, Fushun......" Gui Ying prayed to Fushun with sobs.

Fu Shun then remembered that his hands, which had been behind his back, had already pinched out deep nail marks on each other--this young child, he couldn't even hug him-Sister Gui Ying held his hand and gently put it on her waist.

Fu Shun's tear-stained face was red to the root of his ears, and the little rabbit in his heart pounced, this feeling of fear and anticipation hit for the first time, until Sister Gui Ying's tears flooded again......

"Fushun, do you like me?" Gui Ying closed her eyes and let the tears fall.

Fu Shun's hands on his waist twitched, and he unconsciously contracted back. But another tear from Sister Gui Ying made him gently surround the past again, hugging the woman who was about to leave. He didn't know how to answer this question, he already knew that this "like" was no longer a simple hobby, it was a kind of love between men and women, and it was the love in the song of Ishibashi.

"Sister Gui Ying, I'...... I don't understand that yet. ”

Fushun's prevarication was heartache, it was not that he didn't understand, but he couldn't judge at all. As I grew older, the opening of my heart made the once hazy become a little longing, but the object of longing was still hazy. For his prevarication, there is no rationality, let alone responsibility.

"You'll understand, Fushun ......"

This precocious girl is already sixteen years old, and she does know more than Fushun. At the age of thirteen, she understood the love in mountain songs, and at the age of fourteen, she was determined to marry a person like Fushun, and at the age of fifteen, she used a qiē to shelter this person......

This autistic but cheerful girl once watched two episodes of a TV series at Uncle Lee's house (the name of the TV series should be "Anna Karenina", based on the works of the famous Russian writer Leo Tolstoy). How she longed for the girl named Anna in it, so brave and senseless in her pursuit of love.

It's just that her lies finally made her suffer the consequences. Now, she no longer has the courage to stay here, perhaps, this is the final ending. After all, Fushun still stayed in the city, and had the opportunity to study and open up a new path; And himself, go back to that poor country, dig the land and farm, and then marry someone he doesn't love. From then on, the heavens are on each other's side, and the old and the dead do not get along.

The tears that had dried up turned into dry sobs, and the rising red sun shone on Gui Ying's face, making her gently close her eyes again. She was still unwilling, she wanted to hear Fushun say that she liked herself too.

"If I stay in Jiangyun, will you marry me in a few years?"

"Sister Gui Ying, I ......"

"Fushun, there are only two answers - 'yes' or 'no'!"

"I know, Sister Gui Ying, I'm still ...... young"

"I know you're young, you're going to grow up. And what I'm saying is still hypothetical, I can't be in Jiangyun at all! ”

Fu Shun was confused again, he knew the answer that Sister Gui Ying wanted. But he never thought about what true love would look like, who would be his future wife? Sister Gui Ying or Sister Shufen who once imagined - it doesn't seem to be. It's not the city that changes our protagonist, it's the age that makes him more mature.

In the face of love, there is no distinction between rural and urban. In Yangjiawan's mountain songs, their love is also enlightened very early; In the men and women who are holding hands in Jiang Yun, their love may also hide betrayal.

"I will ......" Fushun's struggling heart still gave a hypothetical answer. He didn't know if this answer deceived Gui Ying or deceived his own heart. This answer is the same as that year in the bamboo forest.

Gui Ying hugged Fu Shun tightly. How happy Gui Ying is at this moment, she doesn't seem to be Anna in the TV series, but Vronsky, who used his enthusiasm to awaken the long-sleeping love of "Anna".

Gui Ying, who broke into tears and laughed, finally let go of Fushun. He wants to see more of this more and more mature man: the skinny little boy in Yangjiawan is gone, Fushun said goodbye to last year's thinness, and showed a little burly; The angular face is embellished with just the right facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and bright teeth, high nose and big ears; The delicate hair is like the tender grass of this riverbank, sprouting new shoots in the sun; The bronzed skin shines with a light fragrance of wheat in the sunlight...... In another year or two, his appearance may change, but she may never see her for the rest of her life!

"Then will you go back to Yangjiawan one day?" Gui Ying is still unwilling.

"Yes, Sister Gui Ying, there is still my father and mother there!" Fu Shun looked at Sister Gui Ying, what a beautiful girl!

"Then when you come back, you want to come and see me......" Gui Ying paused, he knew that it was just a hypothesis, and a kind of turbulence would eventually calm down. Marry me" is so unrealistic, and "look at me" may be a luxury.

"It will definitely be, Sister Gui Ying, you go back and take good care of your mother......"

"Hmm!" Gui Ying replied as she picked up the luggage on the ground. She still had a lot to say to Fushun, but she couldn't say anything.

"Hug me again!" This is Gui Ying's last request, and after this hug, it is parting.

Fushun, who had just learned to hug, had a lot to say, but these thousands of words converged into a tight hug. The two elongated shadows under the sun, as if they had grown up, snuggled together happily, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sweetness of love......

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"The old chicken is upside down, and the star Lei Lei is by the thatched house". Yangjiawan in the early summer night ushered in a short leisure, just as the old yellow calendar said "yin and yang harmony", Shiqiao's countryside began to "rice flowers in the fragrance of harvest year".

Leisure is reserved only after nightfall, and the toiling after sunrise is not diminished in the slightest. Shufen finally made up her mind to transform the house where Fu Shun lived into a silkworm house, since the village still distributes silkworm eggs according to the population, and she has no ability to break the convention, she only wants to use guò scientific silkworm raising technology to increase the yield of silkworm cocoons.

The Jianan area has the title of "Southwest Silk Capital" in history, and Jiacang County is known as the "Little Silk Capital". From the current point of view, the textile light industry also occupies an important economic position in the Jianan area. The continuous supply of silkworm cocoons in the vast rural areas is a strong backing for the economic development of the whole region. Generally speaking, from late spring to early autumn, farmers raise three crops of silkworm cocoons, which are collected and handed in at the cocoon station. The price of silkworm cocoons is almost fixed every year, and each township will fluctuate slightly in the price of the superiors. This income, which is often hundreds of dollars, is the most important economic income for the peasants.

Affected by the planned economy, silkworm eggs have been distributed according to population for a long time. The unit of measurement of silkworms is "zhang", and Shufen's family allocates less than half of the silkworm eggs. Although there are not many silkworm eggs, it requires a lot of effort. From the hatching of silkworm eggs to the feeding of silkworms, and then to the cocoon making and picking of silkworm cocoons, there is no sloppiness in coming, and every link may affect the yield of silkworm cocoons. It's not that whoever has more silkworm eggs will get the higher the income in the end.

Throughout the summer of previous years, Shufenniang's main effort would be on silkworms. This year, Shufen volunteered to take over this task. Although Shufenniang agreed, she was afraid that something would go wrong, so she followed behind every day.

Shufen used the methods learned in the training class to carefully disinfect the silkworm tools of previous years. The hard-working mother picked several jars of water a day and let her use it up, until the silkworm dustpan was spotless, the silkworm net was white and flawless, and even the silkworm chopsticks asked her father to cut several pairs and wash them again and again with lime water.

As soon as she was ready, she went to the captain's house to retrieve the 0.4 silkworm eggs. Gently spread out on the white paper, a handful of silkworm eggs are only a handful, and the silkworm babies that have been lit are about to come out.

Shufen no longer uses kerosene lamps to sensitize the silkworms, but uses small light bulbs connected to dry batteries to incubate the silkworms. The little silkworm shed its shell and crawled on the silkworm paper little by little.

With the assistance of her father, Shufen's silkworm house was completed. The bamboo poles connected by the strips make a four-tiered silkworm trellis, which ripples around the house like a swing. After waking up from the first "sitting sleep", the silkworm was moved from the small sieve to the silkworm dust, and was moved from the small table to the silkworm frame.

Every day that followed, Shufen took care of these little lives like a child. This little girl of silkworm sang an emotional song and shuttled through the green mulberry forest......

Shufen's busyness did not stop for a moment, and she had to get up at night to look at the thermometer. not only to prevent mosquito bites, but also to constantly change the hotbed of silkworms; It is not only necessary to wash and dry the mulberry leaves that have just arrived, but also to cut them up and scatter them evenly.

After more than a month, the silkworms have changed from a small clump to more than a dozen silkworm dustpans, and the mulberry leaves no longer need to be chopped, and sometimes even spread together with small mulberry branches. The silkworms are starting to get shiny all over, and these little ones are already spinning silk into cocoons......