As soon as Ding Maomao walked out of the room, Jiang Lihua put down the red treasure book in her hand, revealing a slightly thin face, "Virtue!" Is this really her home? Who does it look at? ”

Yang Yan lay on the bed silently, she was so hungry that she wanted to speak, but she really didn't have the strength.

Lin Qing unscrewed a small box under the kerosene lamp, pulled out a warm yellow paste the size of a small fingernail and spread it on his hand, and finally lowered his head and sniffed it, a faint fragrance hit, it smelled good.

"Okay, what do you care about her so much?" Lin Qing said, pushing the small box in his hand in front of Jiang Lihua, "Come on?" I exchanged the ticket with Wei Lan, I heard that it was from the sea market, and it didn't matter if it didn't matter, I couldn't buy it. ”

"When did you start paying attention to that?" Jiang Lihua pouted in disgust, but unceremoniously snatched the small box, pulled out a large lump from it and rubbed it open.

Lin Qing looked distressed and snatched back the small box, "It's so expensive, Wei Lan only has a few boxes left, and he can't buy them when he runs out." ”

Lin Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and he also felt a little embarrassed.

In her heart, going to the countryside is completely written in the book, and she must first work her muscles and bones to make a big event, so when she works, she always does her best, and she doesn't care that she will be tanned, and her hands will be worn and rough because of holding farm tools.

However, I don't know when she began to pay attention to these things.

Lin Qing thought about it, it seemed that on the night of the vigil, Gu Chao carried a kerosene lamp and Wei Lan's fingers were interlocked.

She looked at them with their fingers interlocked, and saw Wei Lan's better face under the dim and swaying halo when she turned her head sideways, in addition to envy in her heart, she couldn't help but worry about whether Fan Xiao would dislike her because of her rough hands and tanned skin.

After all, there is a stark contrast of Wei Lan.

When he came back from that vigil, Lin Qing hesitated for a long time and did a lot of ideological work before he finally mustered up the courage to find Wei Lan.

Now that he listened to Jiang Lihua's question, Lin Qing suddenly felt ashamed.

Under the halo of the kerosene lamp, Lin Qing stood up suddenly, and the chair was pushed open with a "bang".

Lin Qing stood up straight, "I am ashamed, ashamed of the trust of the party and the people!" ”

Jiang Lihua was so frightened by her sudden arrival that she almost didn't fall off the chair, "Took the wrong medicine?" ”

Lin Qing's face turned red, and he rushed out of the door with a basin, "I'm going to get washing water, why don't you hurry up and wash and sleep!" In two days, the wheat will be removed! ”

On the other side, Ding Maomao was walking on the ridge with the quilt in his arms, the sky had completely darkened, and he could only vaguely see the vague outline of the trail.

Jiang Lihua's experience was known only to Wei Lan except for the other three people who kept vigil that day.

Wei Lan was very careful when he went out during this time, trying to avoid places with bad corners, washing large objects to go to Xiaogang, and getting up early to follow the aunts in the team, so it was possible to avoid danger.

On the other hand, Ding Maomao, she is not popular, and she knows that when she arrives at the place of vigil, she will be treated coldly, so she simply slows down and walks slowly.

There was a "bang" sound in the crop field behind him, and Ding Maomao didn't pay attention to it at all.

It wasn't until the voice got closer and closer that Ding Maomao felt that something was wrong, thinking that someone had come to steal the crops in the field.

"Who's there—hmm......" Ding Maomao had been resentful for a long time, and secretly sneered at which unlucky ghost turned into his hands, but he had to seize the opportunity to vent.

It's just that before Ding Maomao turned his head, Leng Buding was covered from behind, hugged tightly and half-dragged into the cotton field.

(End of chapter)