The wind was blowing so tightly that the dead grass on the dam was rustling, the murmuring of the river was reaching everyone's ears along the wind, and the occasional lone unknown bird swept by, which finally made this harsh winter a little more vibrant.

If Gu Cheng is not here today, relying on Song Qingwei's small body alone, it is estimated that it will take several hours to complete the work of burying dung and raising fields.

But because of the participation of six tall and strong laborers, this little work is nothing, and it has been completed in less than half an hour.

"Thank you..."

Song Qingwei put away her flat shoulder, with a fine bead of sweat on her forehead, a look of cowardice and hesitation on her face, and carefully whispered thanks to several bodyguards.

At this time, even if these bodyguards were fools, they could guess her relationship with Gu Cheng, and they hurriedly shook their heads and didn't dare to bear her thanks.

Gu Cheng squatted on the ridge, biting half of the dry yellow boring in his mouth, looking at the front boredly, and in just half an hour, he heard Song Qingwei thank his bodyguard more than a dozen times.

It seems that in her world, it never understands what it means to be profitable.

As long as someone helps her, she always reciprocates in her own way, but she has nothing, and can only repeat thank you over and over again.

Even if she understood that Gu Cheng would definitely reward them after she went back, she would never feel that other people's help was granted.

In half an hour, Joey also eased up, stared at Song Qingwei with undisguised eyes, and said softly, "I'm still the same sentence, you are not worthy of her."

Hearing this, Gu Cheng turned his head and glanced at her, spit out the withered grass in his mouth with a "phew", and said with a smile, "You're right.

I can only blame her for her bad luck and meeting me, and I hope she will have better luck in the next life."

Then he stood up and said in his standard impatient tone with Song Qingwei, "Are you done? Hurry up and leave when you're done, starving to death!"

"Oooh! Okay..."

The little stammer, who was carefully putting the flat shoulder on his shoulder, heard Gu Cheng's urging, and hurriedly slowed down and walked onto Tianba.

I don't know what I thought of, and the little stammering guy who walked up to Tianba stood there motionless...

"What are you doing with grinding and chirping? You want to starve me to death?"

Frightened by Gu Cheng's sudden impatience, Song Qingwei turned her head and still looked aggrieved, slowly put down the flat burden, and said softly, "Wait... Wait a minute..."

After saying that, he quickened his pace, ran to the river, and scrubbed his hands with the cold river water, and his hands, which were not so smooth, turned red after a while.

Gu Cheng stood on the dam, looked at her back and did not urge, but motioned to the bodyguard to pick up the flat pole and the dung bucket and go first, while he stood quietly and waited.

Half a minute later, Song Qingwei wiped her hands dry, and at the same time sped up her pace to stand in front of Gu Cheng, unzipped her winter coat, took out a tightly tied transparent plastic bag and handed it to Gu Cheng.

"Give."

"What's that?"

Glancing at her suspiciously, Gu Cheng took it unceremoniously.

After all, she has been holding her in her arms, and a warm feeling comes from the beginning.

"It's... Glutinous... Glutinous Rice Cake."

"Glutinous rice cakes?"

Opening the plastic bag, Gu Cheng sniffed it close to his head, and a fragrance of glutinous rice rushed to the tip of his nose. ….

"No... It's not dirty..."

Looking at Gu Cheng's movements, Song Qingwei hurriedly explained.

Looking at the flustered expression on her face, Gu Cheng was slightly stunned...

This stupid thing just stood there thinking about it for a long time, and then ran to wash his hands because he was afraid that he would be dirty...

said that she was hungry, but she just found a reason to urge her, and only stupid she would take it seriously.

When I took a bite, a faint sweet taste spread down my mouth, but it wasn't very delicious.

Seeing this fool staring at himself with his head up, Gu Cheng complained every day, "What is it? It's sticky, it's sticky." But after saying that, he took another big bite.

Originally, hearing Gu Cheng say that it was not delicious, Song Qingwei's heart trembled subconsciously, but watching Gu Cheng take one bite after another, a shallow smile rose at the corner of her chapped mouth, which was clearer than the river water on the side.

"Laughing fart?"

"Can this thing be worth starvation? Let's go back to cooking!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but grab her hand that was red from the cold and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

This time, Song Qingwei did not resist, and tried to keep up with Gu Cheng's pace with her short legs.

Joy Man followed behind the two of them, not saying a word.

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Ten minutes later, Song Qingwei took Gu Cheng and Joy to her house.

The surroundings were bare, only a little girl squatted at the door with a little horse, and when she saw Song Qingwei coming back, the little girl jumped up happily and shouted towards the house, "Old man, sister is back."

After speaking, he ran quickly towards Song Qingwei.

Although the little girl was quite bold, she was a little recognizable, and she only dared to look at it from a distance of a few meters, and did not dare to step forward.

"Is this your sister?"

"Hmm... Her name is Song... Song Qingxue..."

"Your dad is pretty good at names."

After speaking, he beckoned to the little girl and said, "Come here, call my brother-in-law to listen."

"Brother-in-law?"

Xiao Qingxue looked at Gu Cheng suspiciously.

Song Qingwei, who had never taken the initiative to speak, hurriedly spoke in a dialect, and the stammers were cured: "Don't talk nonsense..."

As he spoke, a man with only one arm and a little lame walked to the gate of the courtyard on crutches, and the two scars on his face looked extremely hideous.

The man didn't speak, just leaned on the doorrail and stared at Gu Cheng quietly.

Obviously, he heard what Gu Cheng said just now.

Song Qingwei also noticed that her old man had come out, perhaps because she was afraid that her old man's face would scare Gu Cheng, so she hurriedly introduced, "Old man... This is my classmate... His name is Gu... Gu..."

After taking care of it for a long time, she almost suffocated her.

"My name is Gu Cheng, a little stammering classmate."

In the end, Gu Cheng introduced himself generously, and he didn't even shout Song Qingwei's name, but directly called Xiao Stammer.

Song Qiao heard Gu Cheng call his daughter stammer, his face twitched slightly, and the scar shook like two centipedes, no wonder the aunt would say that Song Qiao was very fierce when he first entered the village, ordinary people would indeed be frightened when they saw this appearance, but not including Gu Cheng...

Let's not mention that Song Qiao's appearance has no combat effectiveness, even if he really has, the 6 bodyguards behind him can't protect him?

"Come in and sit."

Unexpectedly, although Song Qiao's face was fierce, his voice was very warm, not like a farmer at all. ….

The courtyard of Song Qingwei's house was very clean, and a small vegetable garden was cultivated, Gu Cheng asked the bodyguard to stand at the door, and he walked into the yard generously.

After returning home, Song Qingwei no longer had that sense of restraint, put the dung bucket neatly aside, and stammered to everyone, "I... I'm going to cook..."

Joy couldn't stand this embarrassing scene, maybe because of the girl's high affinity, he took Xiao Qingxue's hand and walked into the kitchen with Xiao Stammering to help.

The sun was setting, and the courtyard was shining with a touch of golden light.

Song Qiao first moved a stool for himself, then pointed to the bamboo chair next to him with a cane and asked, "Sit?"

Facing this future old Taishan, Gu Cheng did not have the slightest restraint, sat on the bamboo chair with his buttocks, made a squeaky sound, and then took out the cigarette in his pocket, handed it to Song Qiao and said, "It should be no problem to call you Uncle Taishan, right?" Smoke one?"

first fooled his youngest daughter to call her brother-in-law, and now she directly calls herself Lao Taishan...

Song Qiao's face trembled, and the corners of his eyebrows kept jumping, but he didn't have a seizure, but took it

Gu Cheng's cigarettes.

After lighting it for Song Qiao, it seemed that he had never smoked this kind of good cigarette, and he tasted it for a long time before slowly exhaling a shallow column of smoke.

"You're Qingwei's boss, aren't you?"

As soon as he lit a cigarette for himself, when he heard Song Qiao's inquiry, Gu Cheng nodded: "Sort of."

Hearing Gu Cheng's calm answer, he hesitated for a few seconds before Song Qiao slowly spoke, "Thank you."

The salary of 320 yuan a day is a high salary in a big city, let alone in this remote and poor county, although Gu Cheng helped Song Qingwei alone, but in fact, it was her whole family who helped.

"Thanks? It's all a family, old Taishan, you're welcome."

Song Qiao: "......"

The two of them sat in the courtyard smoking cigarettes, and the roof of the kitchen was also steaming, Gu Cheng glanced at it, and then turned to Song Qiao and said, "After the New Year, I will ask people to renovate your house and change it to a building, and the money spent will be deducted from the bride price, how can this house be inhabited?"

"No, I won't give Qingwei to you."

But Gu Cheng didn't seem to hear Song Qiao's words, and still continued: "When the time comes, let Xiao Qingxue and Xiao Stutter live upstairs, Old Taishan, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, live downstairs."

As for Xiao Qingxue, let her study here with you now, and when Xiao Stammering graduates and works, I will take her to study in the city outside."

"I said I wouldn't give Qingwei to you, did you hear that?"

"I hear you, you don't have to repeat it.

I'm not here to consult with you, I'm here to inform you."

Song Qiao: "???"

The two scars on Song Qiao's face are intertwined, and there is a question mark on the other.

How can this young man talk like a bully? It's like the landlords in the old society forcibly taking concubines...

Gu Cheng turned his head and glanced at him, took out his mobile phone, and then read according to the information on it: "Song Qiao, born in 1971, a native of Silihe Village, Pingshan County, Jiudu City, Tianfu Province, was sentenced to 7 years in 2008 for causing death in the line of righteousness and courage, because of his good behavior, he was released from prison early in 2015, he had a wife, he went out to work in 2010, and he has not returned, after being released from prison, he has appealed 4 times, all of which were rejected, right?" ….

This information was obtained by Gu Cheng for Lin Yang, the secretary of Pingshan County, one hour ago.

Song Qiao listened to Gu Cheng reading the information, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

Gu Cheng didn't care about his gloomy face, and continued to say to himself: "I'll send a lawyer to help you re-sue after the New Year, so don't look like rich people are bad people."

"I understand Old Taishan's thoughts, aren't you afraid that the little stammering will follow me and be wronged? Don't you think rich people are nothing good?"

"Let's not talk about whether you can be wronged or not, just by the way you look now, you still have a case record on your body, if Xiao Stammering and Xiao Qingxue want to take the public examination in the future, they won't even be able to pass the political trial, let's just say, you can't be too selfish, you are a lot older, of course it doesn't matter, but you have to think about them, right?

And now that your whole family is stammering and raising her alone, what qualifications do you have to hinder her life? Just because you, an old man who didn't help her much, but were burdensome everywhere?

Don't tell me that you gave birth to her, this kind of moral kidnapping fool you say to others, it's useless to tell me."

Gu Cheng said this with anger.

Obviously only 18 years old, when most of her peers were enjoying their last youth, Song Qingwei was reluctant to drink even a cold drink for a few yuan at school.

Before I met Gu Cheng, I obviously got a full scholarship from Jinda, but I had to take it all out to subsidize my family, and I ate steamed buns with tap water in school, and now I have to carry more than 100 catties of manure to raise fields in the winter of several degrees below zero.

If Song Qiao is a normal father, Gu Cheng definitely does not have this attitude.

But alas, he is not.

Song Qiao, who was originally gloomy and full of anger, was stunned after hearing Gu Cheng's words...

Gu Cheng's every word is very heart-wrenching...

And it's very deep.

After being released from prison, he also knew that he was re-appealed, which shows that he is a bit cultured, but it is precisely because of a bit of culture that he can't refute it at all...

Seeing Song Qiao's silent appearance, Gu Cheng no longer continued, but moved the bamboo chair to the side, grabbed Song Qiao's shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't take it to heart what you said just now, Lao Taishan, you feel sorry for the little stammering and afraid that she will be bullied, and I also feel sorry for her who has suffered for so many years.

And think about it, what's the harm of a little stutter following me?

With her simple appearance, how can she not be bullied? But I can guarantee you, Lao Taishan, that as long as I am here, no one will be able to bully her in the future, and you, an old man, can't support her, I will support her!"

After Gu Cheng's words were finished, he heard a dingdong behind him, and then subconsciously looked back...

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the little stammerer standing under the eaves with a red face, and saw the eyes of the old man and Gu Cheng sweeping, looking helpless.

"Where did you go to school? And running over to eavesdrop on people's conversations? Cook your food."

Listening to Gu Cheng's familiar scolding, the little stammerer hurriedly nodded his little head: "Xiao... You know..."

Then he briskly ran back to the kitchen.

Song Qiao looked at his daughter's appearance, and Song Qiao could only sigh helplessly in his heart...

Although there is still no way to accept Gu Cheng, Gu Cheng is right in one sentence, he is not qualified to hinder her life...

Gu Cheng didn't plan that Song Qiao would accept himself at once, after all, Song Qingwei was only 18 years old now, and there was still a long time in the future, so he just came to show his attitude to this future old Taishan today, and it didn't matter whether this old Taishan accepted him or not.

As soon as he thought of this, Gu Cheng patted his clothes and stood up and said, "I came in a hurry today, I didn't bring anything, and I will have someone send a batch of New Year's goods tomorrow."

In addition, I will cover Xiao Qingxue and your living expenses in the future, if you are willing to go to a big hospital for treatment, I will let someone pick you and Xiao Qingxue to Jinling after the New Year, and also accompany Xiao Stammer. If you don't want to, forget it.

I didn't plan to hide this matter from the little stammer, old Taishan, you take the time to talk to her. It's not that I want her to miss my goodness, but her simple character, if you know that you are not doing well, when the time comes, it will be a steamed bun in plain water at school, and it is useless to scold her."

With that, he walked towards the low kitchen.

Song Qiao sat on the small bench, not knowing what he was thinking...

Soon, there was another shout in the kitchen: "Add so many chili peppers, you want my life!" Put less!"

"Aka... You see, you... Don't you roar..."

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A hard bed