But such a person has an inexplicable attraction to himself.

Whenever in the dead of night, when I tossed and turned in bed alone and couldn't sleep, I couldn't help but think of him.

Because the man said that one day, he would take himself out of here.

Chang Huan picked up a firewood branch from the back basket and looked at the sunset in a daze.

When was the day he was talking about?

The old woman noticed her expression and said with a smile: "Are you thinking about Brother Mo again?" ”

Chang Huan's cheeks were slightly red, and he immediately shook his head.

The old woman naturally didn't believe it, and laughed: "I really don't want to? ”

Chang Huan shook his head again.

After a while, she nodded again and said shyly, "Yes." ”

The voice is as thin as a mosquito.

The old woman smiled and said, "That's right, how can one of those crooked melons and cracked dates in our village be worthy of you?" Only a son like Brother Mo is your wishful choice. ”

Hearing the old woman's words, the woman in green suddenly smiled, and there was a little shyness in her joy.

But she quickly showed a worried look again, lowered her head and said, "But I'm afraid, I'm not worthy of Brother Mo." ”

The old woman said, "How come? Our Huan'er girl is so beautiful and capable, whoever marries you is a great blessing. ”

Chang Huan shook his head and asked, "Grandma, do you know how old I am this year?" ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment and shook her head.

After Mo Hansheng sent Chang Huan to himself, he had no other explanation except for some silver taels and a name.

Therefore, she doesn't know Chang Huan's real age.

Chang Huan still lowered his head and said to himself: "I looked for the doctor under the mountain, and he said that I was about thirty years old. And looking at Brother Mo's appearance, it should only be about twenty. Although I have always called him Brother Mo, I know in my heart that I am much older than him. ”

When she said this, she suddenly turned her head to look at the old woman, and said very unconfidently: "Grandma, do you think Brother Mo will dislike me for being too old?" ”

The old woman stretched out her old palm and pressed the back of her hand, comforting: "No, if he really dislikes you, why does he come to visit you regularly?" ”

But he only came once every six months, and he only stayed for a while at a time and left, which was too short. If he doesn't dislike me, why is he sending me here and won't take me away? ”

"He must have something very important to do, and when it's done, he'll come and pick you up."

"Is that so?" Chang Huan looked at the old woman in a daze, his eyes were both expectant and afraid.

The old woman said, "It must be so, if you wait patiently, he will come to pick you up soon." ”

After listening to the old woman's words, Chang Huan's eyes were a little calm, but he was still a little sullen, bowing his head and scribbling something on the ground with a branch.

The old woman looked at the marks she left on the soil, and smiled: "Miss Huan'er, that little brother Mo looks like a stuffy gourd, you have to take the initiative." ”

"Me?" Chang Huan was stunned for a moment, and then became a little embarrassed.

This kind of thing, how can you let a girl's family take the initiative to speak.

The old woman smiled and said: "As the saying goes, men chase women across the mountain, and women chase men across the veil." Fate is such an elusive thing, and it may slip away quietly one day. If you really like him, you have to grasp it. Didn't you make that thing secretly, and give it to him yourself next time. ”

Chang Huan was slightly stunned, and said a little shyly: "Grandma, did you find out?" ”

The old woman teased: "Your thoughts are all on your face, where can you hide it?" ”

After saying this, she clapped her palms and got up and walked into the room.

"It's not too early, I've cooked sweet potatoes, let's start eating."

As soon as she walked to the door, she suddenly stretched out her hand and patted her head: "Look at my brain, Uncle Ah Xiang ordered a pair of straw sandals from me, and said that he would send them to him today, and he forgot about it when he was busy." ”

Chang Huan heard that he took a new pair of shoes from the basket and ran out of the door: "Leave it to me, I'll send it to him." ”

The old woman came to the gate of the courtyard and shouted, "It's not early, let's go again tomorrow." ”

Chang Huan had already run away, and came from afar: "It's okay, Uncle Xiang's house is not far away, I'll be back soon." ”

"This girl."

The old woman smiled, turned and went into the house.

Chang Huan trotted all the way, and soon came to the head of the village, and around the corner in front of him was Uncle Xiang's house.

She walked forward quickly and was about to pass, but she saw a figure flash in front of her, a man full of fat and a slight obscenity between his eyebrows and eyes blocking the way.

Chang Huan's expression changed, and he took a step back, a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

She knew the man.

His surname is Dao, he is the head of the village who kills pigs and sells meat, and he is still a single in his thirties, and everyone calls him a pig killing knife.

Since one time, Chang Huan went out and was taken by this person, he often teased her, and even came to the door several times to propose marriage.

Naturally, she couldn't agree, so she resolutely refused, and every time she went out, she was careful to avoid this person.

In a hurry this time, she forgot about this person for a while, but she didn't expect to be seen by him so unfortunately.

"Miss Huan'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you. A smile appeared on the face of the pig-killing knife full of fat, and it looked very greasy.

Chang Huan didn't want to deal with this person, and with a flash of his head to the side, he wanted to bypass this person.

The pig-killing knife refused to let her go, and her bloated body jumped to the side, blocking Chang Huan's way again.

"Miss Huan'er, where are you going?"

Chang Huan said with a cold face: "I'm going to send straw sandals to Uncle Xiang, you get out of the way." ”

"That's right." The pig-killing knife's already small eyes narrowed into a slit, and it became more and more obscene, "I'll go with you." ”

"No need, Uncle Xiang's house is in front, I'll just go by myself."

"Hey, I want it, it's getting late, it's too dangerous for one of your daughters to walk outside, let me accompany you." Lao Zhang moved his hand as he spoke, stretched out his fat hand full of greasy and fishy smell, and grabbed Chang Huan's thin wrist.

"What are you doing?" Chang Huan exclaimed, and began to resist fiercely, wanting to break free from Lao Zhang's hand.

But the fat man who killed the pig was fat and had surprisingly great strength, but she struggled but couldn't get rid of the other party at all.

A few people in the nearby houses were silently alarmed, and they all poked their heads out to see what was happening.

The pig killing knife glared: "Look at what, get out!" ”

He is a notoriously scoundrel on weekdays, and because he is fat and strong, no one dares to mess with him.

Those heads that poked out were scolded by him like this, and they didn't dare to refute anything, and shrank back.

The pig-killing knife smiled, and when the salty pig hand came out again, he was going to grab it to a private position somewhere in Changhuan.

"Let her go!"

There was a loud shout from behind, and a cropper who was over half a hundred years old rushed out.

He was Uncle Ah Xiang in Chang Huan's mouth, he heard the movement before, and felt that the shouting from outside the door was very familiar.

He hurriedly opened the door and hurried over, and saw this scene.

This Uncle Ah Xiang is an honest man with his duty, where can he see this kind of evil behavior of bullying men and women, even if he has to step forward to stop it.

He rushed behind the pig-killing knife and grabbed an arm thicker than his thigh.

The pig-killing knife just glanced at Uncle Ah Xiang, and then threw him out as soon as he raised his arm.

There is a huge disparity in the strength of the two, and Uncle Ah Xiang is old, how can he stop the pig-killing knife in his prime?