Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Early the next morning, when I came to the edge of the rice field next to Rehe, Yilan was dragging the threshing bin in the field. The threshing bin www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion contains most of the grain in the barn, which is very heavy and the woman can't drag it. I shouted, "Sister-in-law, wait a minute, I'll drag it out." But the woman didn't listen, and dragged the threshing bin with all her might. The threshing silo only moved, but did not move the place. I ran over and dragged the threshing bin to a large pile of downed rice. At this time, I timidly peeked at her, but saw that her eyes were red and swollen, and there were heavy tear stains on the sides of her eyes, so I thought that she must have cried all night, or else, she would not have cried her eyes like this. I couldn't help but feel weak for a while, and I felt that I owed her a great debt.

We kept carrying bales of rice from all sides of the field to the barn and threshing. This kind of work is very tiring, and it is only done by men, but when I saw her gloomy and persistent desperation and indifference, I was so timid that I didn't dare to look up at her, let alone talk to her. I can't help but regret that I really shouldn't have pretended to be serious and clever like that, so hurting her true feelings and emotional self-esteem. Actually, all the faults are caused by me. As a man, living in the house of a beautiful young widowed woman all day is a big mistake in itself. Moreover, I have always had the kind of heartfelt attachment and **** of men to women to her, isn't it a kind of inducement to women's feelings and ****? And when a woman takes the initiative to show her love to herself, she insists on refusing. When I blamed myself, I felt that I was too hypocritical and despicable, but I felt that women were simple and sincere, natural, daring to act, and admirable.

With this guilt and anxiety, I buried my hair and toiled like crazy, trying to gain the woman's tolerance and forgiveness. Because of the hard work, when I rested at noon, I felt a dizziness, and my body collapsed on the field as if collapsed, and then I fell asleep. Soon, I saw myself in the woods chasing and frolicking with women. The sun shines warmly through the trees, shining with dazzling golden light. Suddenly, I noticed that the woman was missing, so I searched for her. After a while, I heard a string of laughter like silver bells, and I searched for it, only to see the woman lying naked on the meadow in the woods, her towering breasts glittering in the clear sun. I couldn't help but be startled, and I threw myself at the woman.

When I reluctantly woke up from my dream, the sun was shining so brightly on my face that I couldn't open my eyes. I continued to lie down, indulging in the gorgeous and wonderful dream just now, and I felt a feeling of spring breeze rippling and intoxicated. I wanted to be immersed in my dreams forever, but the sound of the woman beating the rice urged me to hurry up over and over again. I sat up lazily on the grass, rubbed my eyes, and got up and walked over to the woman. At this time, the woman was swinging a bundle of rice in front of the barn, and her slender and graceful body revealed a rich and seductive charm in the warm sun, which made people can't help but give birth to a kind of affection and affection.

Maybe the woman has been working too long, maybe the woman is too hard, the woman's clothes have been soaked with sweat, and then after the sun, it seems to be sprinkled with a layer of fine salt grains, and it is reflected on the back in vain. And, judging by the weak shaking and the inability to straighten her waist every time she swung the rice, I knew that she was tired to the limit. Obviously, she was venting her anger and resentment in this desperate and blocked way.

At noon, the woman put the grain from the barn in a large basket and carried it to dry in the open space in front of the house. The basket full of grain was too heavy, and the woman was exhausted, so she tried several times but did not carry the basket off the ground. I walked up to me and tried to carry it, but the woman refused, so she had to block her breath for me to see. I didn't do anything, I just stood and watched. She struggled to carry it a few more times, but she still didn't carry it. At this time, I could not say anything, so I pushed her away, put the basket on my shoulder, gritted my teeth, cheered up, and walked briskly towards the uphill path.

But the basket was so heavy and heavy that I couldn't straighten up after I had taken a few steps, my legs were so weak that I couldn't support them, and my shoulders looked like I was carrying a heavy guillotine. But I can't relax, I have to grit my teeth, I have already lost my position in front of women last night, so I can't do that kind of thing that makes women look down on me anymore. In this way, with the greatest perseverance in my life, I persevered, step by step, along what seemed like a very long path towards the other side of the slope. When I trembled and carried the basket of grain to the reed mat in front of the house, I sat down on the grass at once, and could not stand up for a long time.

I thought that a woman would forgive me and forgive me because of this, but she still ignored me and didn't even look at me. From her angry and angry expression, I realized that the indifference and resentment of women were so persistent and stubborn. We didn't say a word for a whole day. I could tell that she was deliberately lying on me, so that I could not get her tolerance and understanding.

It was a surprisingly hot and surprisingly tiring day. I can't take it anymore. In the evening, when I came back from the field, I collapsed on the bed, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms and legs. But the woman still silently cooks on the fire, silently prepares bath water for me, and washes my clothes. The sad and silent appearance made me feel deeply guilty and blamed, but I didn't know how to explain it to her.

Usually, after a hard day's work, dusk and evening become a good time for us to take a relaxing walk together. At this time, the afterglow of summer has not yet dissipated, and the residual heat of the day has been diffused and dissolved by the evening breeze blowing by the glacier. The ancient forest on the slope behind the house is facing the sun, and the warm wind is slightly flickering its branches and leaves, and there is still a warm golden light in the glade. A woman always has to change into a beloved long dress that is either light purple or light yellow. The long skirt is made of silk, wearing elegant long sleeves and streamers, and when the evening breeze blows, it trembles and shakes leisurely, which is very rhyme and affection. The woman who has just bathed looks more and more pure and moisturized, and her face is lightly applied with some thin powder and rouge, and there is always a fresh fragrance by your side. At this time, the woman was unusually docile and well-behaved, and her words seemed to have an emotional and pleasant soft voice, which made people feel that there was a warm current flowing in their chests when they listened to it. Whenever a woman is happy, she can't help but get carried away, or she is witty and funny, and she talks and laughs; Or dancing and laughing, often tearfully and panting. That appearance makes people's mood like a dream, and they are deeply infected.

Yes, we could have had a nice time in the romantic mood of a summer evening as usual, but because she was choking, we didn't feel comfortable together. The work in the fields is already exhausting, but the sad and painful vomiting and beating are even more exhausting. I'm just thinking why people should fight each other and not vomit, and don't want to go? Why do you need to be so sad and painful? In fact, people can be harmonious, friendly, respectful and understanding, and treat with sincerity and kindness instead of grievances and anger. This is indeed a state of art and life. However, the art and realm of this kind of life are sometimes so contradictory and so difficult to grasp.

I don't know how to explain and comfort her, maybe she won't accept my sincere apologies lightly, maybe the anger in her heart really needs to be dissipated by some mental drain. Therefore, I think it is inconvenient to disturb her and let her stay quietly for a while, because time will always blow away some resentment accumulated in her heart. I was already tired and wanted to rest early, but I felt that being together and not being able to talk was more uncomfortable than being alone. So, I decided to go out for a walk anyway, because avoiding each other for a while can sometimes be an effective way to reconcile.

I got up from bed, walked over to the loom, and told her timidly that I wanted to go out for a walk and might have to come back later. She stopped shuttling in her hands, as if she wanted to ask something, but hesitated and did not open her mouth. Actually, I really hope that she will stop me, so that I can know that she is no longer angry with me, and I can take the opportunity to invite her out for a walk, explain and apologize to her. However, she did not make a statement. Although I knew she didn't want me to go out, she didn't explicitly dissuade me, so I had to go out.