It was clear, and the scorching sun was as good as ever, as if the morning rainstorm had never happened. The sky is as blue as jasper and as clear as a mirror. It was noon, and Keluo Yingchun did not go home for dinner. She bypassed the path under the yard dam, slipped into the kitchen, and took two hard steamed buns from the blackened cupboard and put them in her coat pocket. There were bursts of laughter in the hall, and the laughter was higher and higher, it was the conversation and laughter between Yue Fengxian's mother and daughter and Yue Fengyi, and her name occasionally appeared in and out of the words, she understood that the eight women must be talking bad about her again! They were always close and talkative, and she guessed that they were discussing ways to bully her again!

She came to the cattle pen, picked up the hungry oxen, and walked leisurely towards the grassy slope.

Qingcao Slope is a barren grass slope, located in the middle of Qingyun Bay, which has not been developed so far due to disputes over ownership; It is rich in water and grass, and it is an excellent place to raise cattle and sheep. From the east side of the yard, walk up the sheep farm trail that leads into the forest, and it will take about 20 minutes to reach it. On both sides of the path, the branches and foliage are lush, the wildflowers are swaying, and the wild fungi are towering; Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, which is cool and comfortable, as if floating in soft clouds.

Luo Yingchun didn't have the heart to enjoy the scenery, the beautiful scenery, she was in it, she was already bored, at this time she just turned a blind eye, thinking about the troubles.

The grassy slopes spread diagonally halfway up the mountain are full of life, and countless flying cordyceps grasshoppers hide among the grass. Below the slope of the grassy slope is a forest of corn, and above and to the left and right are dense forests.

Luo Yingchun sat under the jujube tree, took out the hard cold steamed buns, and gnawed hard, the action was like a hungry unkempt beggar, turning out food from the garbage heap and swallowing it desperately.

When Zhang Wanying died, it coincided with the cold winter, and Luo Chaoqian was sent to the county to study. At that time, she often cried until the sky was dark, and when she was tired of crying, she fell asleep, and when she woke up hungry, Feng Yonglian locked all the food in the cupboard. In those difficult days, she had rummaged through boxes and cabinets in search of food when she was hungry and cold, and she had eaten leaves and radishes in the fields that she had not had time to recover when she was hungry. Compared to the leaves, radishes are delicious.

The ox nibbles on the delicious grass in the grass, and the ox's tail keeps swinging, and its movements are light and natural, as if it is showing its comfort to the outside world.

After eating steamed buns, my stomach is bulging. She pulled out half of her pencil and a blank piece of paper from her pocket and began to sketch. Drawing was her passion, and her art teacher publicly praised her talent for drawing, but she didn't have the extra money to buy expensive colored pens, paints, and drawing boards.

On the opposite side of the grassy slope stands a steep and multi-colored majestic mountain, the high mountains rise and fall, the mountains are stacked one after another, and you can't see the edge at a glance, the towering overlapping clouds are depressing, depressed and sad, sad and heartache! She raised her head and looked at the mountains, and at this time, there was a tactful and emotional ballad in her heart, which was the "Qingqing Song" that Zhang Wanying taught her before her death.

Distant blue sky, green grassy slopes,

The sun bathes you, and the young leaves spread your pillow;

Lie down your body, close your eyes,

The soil invites you to sleep, and the grass helps you sleep;

When you wake up, it's warm;

When you wake up, there will be hope;

Sleep, close your eyes;

Let the blue sky accompany you to a long time to come,

Let the little yellow flowers wake you up every spring.

She hummed softly, her eyes jumping with the cattle's moving hooves. The song is melodious, with a hint of sadness in the melody, but the words are full of hope. She can't get tired of singing this song, she can't hum it endlessly, just like the universe, it will never come to an end.

Suddenly, the ox stopped chewing and looked warily at the big rock in the cornfield, as if something was hiding there. The animal is the most sensitive, and its actions like this greatly increase Luo Yingchun's curiosity.

She crept to the corngrove, a far above her, and listened closely, but faintly heard the sound of small and fragmented speech, which was very small and thin, as if two sparrows were whispering on a branch. She was immediately interested. I thought it was pigweed picking or potato picking, but I didn't see any movement on the corn stalks.

She decided to find out. The boulder lies in the corn forest, and the corn stalk is half cut out from the top of the stone, and on weekdays, people will rely on it to rest and hide from the cool when they work.

"Who is saying bad things behind people's backs!" She said to herself; "Hmmm! I'm just listening! ”

She lifted her trouser leg and deftly slipped into it, silently moving like a ninja to the big rock, hiding behind her. The voice grew louder and louder, as if arguing, her heart beat faster, thumping like the muffled sound of hail hitting the eaves, and she mustered her courage, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stuck her head out......

"Oh my God! Poor Brother Quan! Poor aunt! ”

The derogatory term "cheating" was something she learned from the shabby TV at home, in which married men and women or men and women who had objects with each other did bad things behind each other's backs, and the scenes she saw were the same!

This scene was strange and evil, making her shudder, incredulous, and even sad and indignant—

Meng Dailu hugged a strange woman with wavy curly hair, the strange woman was delicate and enchanting, her eyes were flowing, and she was full of fox, like a poisonous elf coming out of the Black Forest; This couldn't help but make her creepy, because this person had the same pointed chin and fierce eyes as Yue Fengyi. Meng Dailu's movements were light and his eyes were affectionate, he hugged the strange woman into his arms and called her "Yao Lian"! The careful movements are like fiddling with a priceless work of art, which is similar to Meng Dailu, who usually beats and scolds Lai Xinyao and is vicious.

Her nerves were as tight as arrows, her head was unbearably hot, but her back was so cold that she felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water! Only then did she suddenly remember that in the morning, Meng Dailu sent Lai Xinyao to the street to pick up things. She was so angry that she couldn't turn into a demon in the TV series, and she used a spell to burn the adulterer and adulteress!

Her legs trembled, her teeth chattered, and she couldn't tell if it was from trembling or anger.

"It turns out that Aunt Yao was taken away in order to fool around with wild goods!" She spat lightly in disgust.

She had never seen this woman, at least in Qingyun Bay. She concluded that the person was not a local, as the locals were dressed rustically.

"How is my son doing?"

Meng Dailu stroked Yao Lian's curly hair like instant noodles and asked softly.

She couldn't understand why Meng Dailu would ask this woman about Meng Qingquan's current situation!

"Your son is very good, it's just ......" Yao Lian stretched out her white and tender fingers and grabbed Meng Dailu's ears;

"Just what?"

Meng Dailu was not angry or annoyed, and looked at Yao Lian dotingly. In his eyes, a lover is honey, and Lai Xinyao is a dog skin plaster, one in the sky and the other underground, there is no comparison, and he even wants to abandon Lai Xinyao! But every time he thought of his ridiculous official position and the white eyes of others, he had to press it, which made him angry and uneasy!

"Are you too embarrassed to ask me?"

Yao Lian changed her style to be gentle, with a hideous face and a loud reprimand;

"Shhhh

Meng Dailu hurriedly stopped it, and looked around with a thief's eyebrows;

"School is about to start, you dead ghost, of course it's tuition!" Yao Lian swept around with fierce eyes, "Look at it, what kind of poor countryside are you here, you can only drill corn forests for an appointment!" Your son is in his second year of high school! You have to pay me the tuition for the whole year of high school in the second year of high school! ”

At first it was shock, but now it is five thunders! Luo Yingchun half-opened his mouth, and a flying insect flew towards him, and before he could close his mouth, the insect crashed into it.

The "son" referred to by the two was not Meng Qingquan, because Meng Qingquan was only promoted to the third grade of junior high school in September! Luo Yingchun is not unaware of the feudal thinking of the Meng family, back then, when Lai Xinyao was unable to give birth to a male baby, there were rumors in the village that Meng Dailu was looking for a concubine to have a son.

In this way, it is not groundless.