By the time the family had dinner, the drizzle had gradually intensified.

Everyone had to stop the idea of eating in the courtyard, pacing back and forth under the eaves of the hallway, and discussing the making of table lamps together.

The next day, because the rain was still dripping, Tian Xinmiao didn't go to the field.

The family sat under the eaves of the hallway, and worked together to dispose of the five lamp shelves that Nguyen Vinh Thanh had carved out during the week.

After lunch, Ruan Haomei came again.

But today she is a little different, not only does her little face lose the sorrow of that day, but also there is a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

After she left, Ruan Haoyan told Tian Xinmiao with a smile on her face, saying that Sun was sick and invited Dr. Yang.

Dr. Yang said that he was frightened, and he was in a hurry, and prescribed a lot of medicine to clear the fire and calm the nerves.

Looking at the sparkle in Ruan Haoyan's eyes, the corners of Tian Xinmiao's mouth also curved.

The rain fell for a day and a night, and finally stopped in the evening of that day.

On Monday, although the weather was clear, considering that the moisture in the field was too heavy, Tian Xinmiao did not go out, but hurried to sew the rest of the insole.

In the afternoon, she pulled out a half-written notebook and a pen from her suitcase.

After sucking ink from Ruan Haoyan's house, she lay on the kang in her hut and began to write letters to Ruan Haocheng.

"Haocheng—"

After writing down the title, she didn't know what to write?

Did she say she missed him?

It seems that I really miss the big boy in my heart, the wide chest he hugged me, the silly smile he had, and her whispering 'daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law'.

Counting it carefully, there are quite a few places that miss him.

The corners of Tian Xinmiao's mouth curved slightly, she is his wife, she should miss him!

And she should tell him how much she misses, but she can't write too much, or the big boy might be even more arrogant.

"Haocheng, where are you okay! I don't have any bad health! ”

"Haocheng, my father and mother are in good health, Haoming and Haoyan are very obedient and sensible, and we have thought of several ways to make money."

She quickly wrote a page, only to realize that the words 'I miss you too' still hadn't been spoken.

"Haocheng, I also miss you a little, if you are here, you can carry the heavy basket that I pulled out the grass, and you can also do the work of turning over that dry land."

Well, it's better to write like this.

Tian Xinmiao turned the page with satisfaction and continued to write.

In the end, she wrote: "Haocheng, I don't have a photo at hand, so I can't send it to you, I just sewed a new pair of insoles, and sending it to you will be considered compensation for you!" ”

Tian Xinmiao looked at this sentence and seemed to feel that it was not good to use insoles as compensation, so he started thinking again.

I remember that she also had a navy blue cotton cloth in her suitcase, which her mother should have asked her to bring to make the upper.

The cloth was relatively soft, and she could have sewed a vest for him.

Just do it, Tian Xinmiao put down the letter that was about to be written, and began to sew the vest.

After the vest was sewn, she washed it again to make it softer.

The next day, Tian Xinmiao ran to Gouwa Mountain in the morning, looked at the flax that had begun to emerge, and used a target to pull the knots after the rain.

In the afternoon, she walked out of the gate with a simple map drawn by Ruan Yongsheng, who disliked Wu's inarticulateness.

She was about to walk across the drawbridge to the post office in front of the smelter across the river.