Zhou He cleaned up next door for an afternoon, and finally got his eyes together.

Looking around, he felt that the second master could barely stay, thinking about when to call him so as not to disturb his good deeds, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Shu Yu rushing in coaxingly, slamming the wooden door with a shocking sound, and without looking at Zhou He, he went straight into the house.

His second monk was confused, what was going on?

Next door, Sanniang said secretly: Yes, let this master go. It was also done, anyway, the hairpin was sold, and the money was given. It's just right to go, stay clean.

In this wilderness farm, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

It was getting dark, so she washed up and carried a bucket of water into the house with the mutton fat, and then turned back and tied the door - it didn't mean much.

She looked up at the crescent moon hidden in the sky, and the stars that were sneaking up: tomorrow is another day.

This Tao Yuanming's poem-like pastoral life, although it is comfortable, Sanniang does not want to be trapped here for the rest of her life.

Such frequent work and lack of spiritual life will one day erase her brilliance.

She looked forward to remembering the past, there would always be one or two relatives who would care about her and be willing to take her home....

Looking at the deep night, there are occasionally a few dogs barking and frogs chirping in my ears.

She noticed that the next door was quiet today, and there was no "chicken, flying, dog jumping" in the past, as if she had lit an oil lamp for the first time;

Sanniang didn't know that the two of them lived in the past, and thought that the couple had a good business today, and they made a small profit, and they were extravagant.

She yawned shallowly, and was really tired today, so she didn't think much about it, turned back into the house, and closed the door lightly.

Grandma slept shallowly, in order to prevent disturbing her old man's dream, mutton fat and Sanniang squeezed into the small bed in the side room.

It was night, and when Sanniang was in a daze, she heard the voice of mutton fat: "Sister? ”

She replied, "Huh? ”

The voice of the sheep fat was very sober: "Do you remember those two during the day today?" ”

Sanniang chuckled in a nasal voice: "Although I was stupid, I wasn't so stupid in the end, I still remember the things in the day." ”

Mutton fat was amused by her, and said after a while: "Sister, I think the one in dark gray clothes has taken a fancy to you." In the afternoon, when you were away, he asked Grandma about you. ”

Sanniang's heart is strange, dark gray clothes? But wasn't the one who had been with her a light gray garment?

She selfishly has a little affection for the one in the cloud gray clothes. Although he looks like her "uncle", he has an excellent temperament and is heartbreaking.

If it's the other one..... Although she can marry into this small village anyway, Sanniang is unwilling.

She didn't know why, but she vaguely felt in her heart that if she got married, she would marry the one she fancied. If the dependents are not lovers, then what is the point of just starting a stove together.

Seeing that she always didn't answer, the mutton fat thought she was shy, and reached out to scratch her itchy flesh: "Why don't you speak?" ”

Sanniang laughed and played with her, accidentally pressed her left arm, and couldn't help but scream in pain.

The mutton fat was frightened: "What, it hurts again?" ”

At that moment, Sanniang broke out in a cold sweat and wet her clothes. She sat up, grabbed her left arm with her right hand, gritted her teeth and forbeared: "I just pressed it, but I don't think it's because it's pressing, it should rain tomorrow." ”

The mutton fat lifted the thin quilt: "I'll go boil some hot water!" ”

Sanniang grabbed her: "It's okay, don't be busy." tossed around and woke up Grandma again. I'll be fine in a while, you go to sleep. ”

After speaking, Sanniang also lay down, with her back to the mutton fat, hiding her deeply frowning brows.

Since she woke up, her left arm has always hurt badly on rainy days.

Ah Po Luo knew the medical skills, saying that he had an old injury before, and this time he soaked in the wet and cold river water for a long time, and he fell into rheumatism, so he could only raise it slowly.

In the past, it was a dull pain, but it hurt so much that she could barely support it.

The mutton fat was at her side, and she didn't dare to turn over, for fear of disturbing her. I survived all night, and the next morning I didn't get up, and I was lying in bed half-asleep.

The mutton fat told the old woman, and the old woman had no choice but to ask the mutton fat to boil some hot water and find some wormwood for moxibustion.

Shuyu was suffocated to death by Sanniang's "uncle" last night, coupled with the simple farmhouse, he thought he couldn't sleep all night.

As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell asleep, and slept until dawn, more soundly than any night in the month.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhou He just came over with rice porridge - whether the young couple was richer, and the rice bowl was still half full.

"Master, wake up, let's have some food."

Shuyu moved his muscles and bones, feeling relaxed and full of red light.

He washed up slightly, took a sip of the cold white porridge, and couldn't wait to come outside, standing outside the courtyard next door and looking inside.

After watching it for a long time, he didn't see Sanniang coming out to be busy, so he couldn't help but push open the fence door and enter the yard.

The mutton fat went to the river to fetch water, and the old woman also picked wormwood with a cane, and there was actually only Sanniang in the house for a while.

Shu Yu walked around the main house, and the degree of the four walls of his house was staggering, and there was really no decent furniture.

He went to the side house again, and the windows of this side house were very small, and it was a rainy day, and there was almost no light in the house.

He saw a straw mat piled up in the corner of the house, so he walked over, but he saw a man lying on it, which frightened him.

When I looked closely, it was Sanniang who was frowning tightly and cold sweat wet her forehead.

Her painful look suddenly triggered the nightmare that Shu Yu was most afraid of.

He couldn't tell when this moment was, whether it was Sanniang who was in pain for some reason, or Afu who struggled helplessly after falling into the river.

The helplessness and pain that had overwhelmed him surged again in an instant, and Shu Yu felt dizzy.

He knelt down in front of the bed—the straw bunk—his hand reached into the thin quilt, grabbed Sanniang's tightly clutched, sweaty hand, and said softly, "Where does it hurt?" Where does it hurt? Grab my hand when it hurts....."

Sanniang responded to him unconsciously in her sleep, and she didn't even open her eyes: "My arm hurts.... It hurts.... What to do....."

Shu Yu was excited, and his other hand was holding her left arm.

Through her thin flesh and skin, Shu Yu easily touched a bulging bulge.

His nose was sour.

It's Afu. He had bandaged the location of this severed arm with his own hands countless times, and he knew where it was even with his eyes closed.

It's Afu.

Shu Yuqiang couldn't hold back his crying, and said lightly: "Is it painful here?" ”

With a slight effort, Sanniang's face was distorted in pain, and she was completely speechless.

Shu Yu is not a doctor who specializes in bruises, but he feels that the pain is like this, most likely because he has broken bones again.

Generally, the nodules are particularly strong, but the left and right ends are particularly prone to bone cracking, and if you think that the posture is not right, you will be injured again.

He tore his own hem with his hands.

didn't tear it off for a while, so she simply tore off a piece of the torn cotton wool on Sanniang's body - this cotton wool was simply opened at the touch of it, gently bandaged her, and padded the gap between her arm and the bed before.

Sure enough, Sanniang's brows loosened a little.

Shu Yu exhaled, sat down again, and held her right hand with both hands, holding it to her face.

With such a move, half of Sanniang's arms were pulled out.

How can there be anything in the poor family @-vinegar literature fastest hair @ pajamas and pajamas, she took off all her coats before going to bed last night, and only wore close-fitting clothes.

There is nothing to obstruct the arms and the light. The naked and white skin was exposed in front of Shu Yu's eyes.

Shu Yuse's heart was completely empty, and her eyes were full of bruises and unfading scars on her arms.

Before, it was just a glance from her cuffs, and Shu Yu never thought that those scars spread all the way to the back of her neck.

It's not hard to imagine that I'm afraid she's all around her.

With such a serious injury, no wonder she doesn't remember anything, she can speak and walk normally, and she is already blessed by the Buddha.

Shuyu persuaded himself like this, but a heart was like frying in boiling oil.

He now hoped that Afu would not think of anything about these things, not of those unimaginable pain and helplessness.

Let her live as such a carefree Sanniang. Let Afu live in his heart.

As soon as the mutton fat entered the house, I saw my sister's fragrant shoulders half exposed, and the disciple who bought the hosta was holding one of his sister's hands, and his nose and tears flowed down his face.

She was so frightened that she was about to rush out and call for help—