Ermiao was restless at home all day, always feeling that someone must have seen her go home with the child, she wanted to go out to explore the limelight, but she was afraid that she was hitting the muzzle of the gun, that feeling was a knife hanging above her head, but she didn't know when the knife would fall, and she was always worried.

Ermiao was under a lot of pressure, but she didn't dare to confide in anyone, including Gou Fugui, Gou Fugui was honest and kind by nature, although she was more obedient at home and let her do everything, but Gou Fugui still stood on the side of justice in the big position.

At night, Er Miao began to have insomnia again, she turned over and over again, but she couldn't sleep, for fear that Gou Fugui would see the clues, as long as Gou Fugui moved, she immediately pretended to be asleep, two days later, Er Miao couldn't stand it, and she was listless all day long.

Gou Fugui put his index finger on the edge of the sickle, carefully tested the sharpness of the sickle, and then took out a small branch, lightly slashed, the branch broke in response, he nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and saw Er Miao sitting on a small bench, leaning on the door frame and looking at a place in a daze, saying that he was staring at a place, but he didn't seem to be staring there, he felt that Er Miao's eyes were not focused, his eyes were scattered, Gou Fugui frowned, and asked with concern: "Hua Da Niang, what's wrong with you, is it uncomfortable, why don't you look at it at all?" ”

Er Miao was immersed in the sound of Comrade Fugui's knife sharpening, while thinking wildly, she felt that the rhythmic "stabbing" sound made her very relieved, and she was putting her thoughts far away, Fugui's sudden words startled her, she pulled her eyes back but didn't dare to tell the truth, just Nuo's: "Maybe I'm tired, I'll go to bed and sleep crookedly in a while." ”

"If you don't feel good, just say, hurry up and see, the wheat will be harvested in two days, and if you get sick at this moment, you will delay the big thing." Gou Fugui put down the sickle in his hand and walked to Er Miao's side, put his hand on Er Miao's forehead and tested it, relieved: "Well, don't burn, then you go and rest." ”

Er Miao raised her head, her eyes stared at Fugui's face for a moment, she knew that she was ugly, but Fugui did not dislike it, Fugui's eyes were full of concern and distress, she was really cultivated in her previous life to be married to Fugui in this life, Ermiao felt that her eyes were hot, and the thing called tears was slowly overflowing, she grabbed Fugui's hand and put her whole face in Fugui's palm, although the thick and rough palms were full of calluses, she only felt warmth, Ermiao murmured: "Fugui, you are so good." ”

The old man is coming! What is wrong with Hua her mother? Comrade Fugui was frightened, when did Er Miao ever be so gentle? It was also in the year when he first got married, and in the days that followed, Ermiao picked his nose and eyes at him, and commanded him. It's been so many years, he has forgotten what it is like for Ermiao to be gentle, this is not a year, Hua her mother is suddenly like this, and... I'm really not used to it!

Fugui was used to being scolded, Ermiao suddenly came out like this, Fugui felt that something was wrong, he first looked for jujube flowers in the yard, did not find the shadow of jujube flowers, and thought that he might go to play with his friends in the village, he was happy in his heart, and boldly put his other hand on Ermiao's shoulder, ready to take Ermiao into his arms to warm up, but just picked up Ermiao, he felt a warm and wet feeling in his palm, Fugui was stunned, what is the pull of her mother, why are you crying? Fugui squatted down and picked up Ermiao's face, and saw that her eyes were red, and tears seemed to be falling endlessly.

Fugui is a little at a loss, Hua her mother is not a sentimental woman, no matter what happens, what grievances she suffers, she always screams and vents, even if she cries, she scolds while crying, where is the dumb forbearance of crying like this, it is distressing to see it. He hurriedly wiped the tears on Ermiao's face with his palm: "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Tell me what happened, who made you feel wronged? ”

Er Miao sniffed, pursed her mouth, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's okay, just look at the sun today, and remember the past." After speaking, Ermiao pushed away Fugui's hand, stood up and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve: "I'll go lie down for a while." ”

Fugui looked at Ermiao's back inexplicably, and he really couldn't guess what Hua Mother's abnormality was, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to work.

Er Miao finally couldn't sit still, she packed up the things she brought back from Zhengzhou, set aside a copy for her parents, took out half a catty of peach cake from her own share, and prepared to go to Yang Xinghe's house to sit.

In the past, according to the temperament of Ermiao, not to mention half a catty of peach cake, even a piece, she couldn't take out her hand, isn't this to listen to the news, and it's not like that to come to the door empty-handed.

The village is preparing for the summer harvest, every household is so busy, some of the wheat planted on the ridge has matured, the harvest in a small area has begun, the wheat in the field is also golden, the loudspeaker of the village brigade shouts every day, so that the big guy can prepare for the work, and the wheat harvest is about to begin.

It was just as the sun was setting, and the sun converged into a dazzling, scorching light and turned into a large golden oil cake. The sky was pale blue, with white clouds floating on it, clusters and clusters, like white cotton wool and blooming acacia flowers.