Zhou Nansheng put the back basket next to the haystack and walked straight towards Song Qingqing.

There was no hesitation.

His wife is right in front of him, how can he tolerate other people in his eyes?

He Qianqian swayed her body, thinking of leaning on others, but she didn't watch out for Zhou Nansheng turning sideways as if she was hiding from the plague.

Before she could do so, she twisted her ankles and threw herself on the ground, face down, her clothes covered with ash, and her carefully combed hair was messy.

Seeing this scene, what else did Song Qingqing not understand?

She couldn't cry or laugh, this He Qianqian was probably a singer in her last life, she could direct and act in everything, and her acting skills were still sparse, she belonged to the kind that could be broken when she poked.

"I said, if you are idle, don't think about these indiscriminate things all day long, hurry up the mountain and pull some pigweed, the whole family is idle, don't starve the two pigs at home to death."

He Qianqian got up from the ground, her face flushed.

Song Qingqing did all the work in the family before, and they only eat, drink and have fun as a family, since Song Qingqing got married, the family's fields are also barren, and no one feeds the livestock or anything.

She herself dresses up exquisitely every day, and the most annoying thing is the fishy smell on the pigs, not to mention mowing the grass and feeding the pigs, and she doesn't even want to set foot in the pigsty.

Song Qingqing: "Get those two pigs, I remember that it took a lot of effort to get the old nose, I heard that I borrowed money from others with a shy face, if I starved to death, I would have a hard time this year, I guess I have to go out to ask for food, right?" ”

She pushed Zhou Nansheng into the house, closed the door and window, completely cut off the sight, and looked at He Qianqian with a smile.

"Count on you!"

He Qianqian knew that she couldn't talk to Zhou Nansheng today, so she naturally didn't want to stay here and continue to look for unhappiness, so she twisted her body and left angrily.

Before leaving, he pointed at Song Qingqing's nose, and two fires erupted from his eyes, "Wait for me, you will regret dying sooner or later!" ”

Song Qingqing rolled her eyes, swept the ground a few times with a broom, and then turned her head and stuffed the handkerchief that was about to come over into Zhou Nansheng's hand.

"Well, someone came to deliver something to you, and I happened to get it back when you weren't there."

Zhou Nansheng touched his trouser pocket, and his handkerchief was really gone, but he didn't remember when he lost it, and he didn't know who picked it up.

Song Qingqing sighed helplessly, "He Qianqian sent it to you, remember?" ”

Zhou Nansheng suddenly remembered He Qianqian's strange appearance after getting out of the car, and suddenly realized, and then looked into his wife's eyes, and the man who was not afraid of anything actually felt empty.

He threw the handkerchief into the garbage heap, "No, can you make another one for me?" ”

"And then you threw it away, and let someone send it to you?" Song Qingqing deliberately teased him.

As a result, Zhou Nansheng lacked a face, "I carry it on my body every day, and I will never lose it." ”

He replied in such a serious tone that Song Qingqing didn't know what to do.

…… He refused to use the things that other women had touched, but said that he would bring the handkerchiefs he made with him every day.

Song Qingqing admitted that she was pleased by these words, and the little sparrow in her heart couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Done." Song Qingqing agreed, unfolded the green mention that Zhou Nansheng brought when he was discharged from the army, and helped him pack his luggage.

"I go to work, my kids go to school, and you're home alone." Zhou Nansheng was folding clothes, and suddenly said something sullen.

Song Qingqing's hand paused, "You have to work to earn money to support your family, and there is no good primary school in our village, so Xiaoshan can't get up early and go to the town at such a young age, it's all a matter of no choice." ”

She turned around and smiled sweetly, "On the weekend, when you are off work, you will take the child home by the way, and I will wait for you at home." ”

Seeing the smile of his little wife, Zhou Nansheng's heart felt better, diluting the sadness of parting soon.

The deepest part of his heart has long been occupied by Song Qingqing and the child.

Zhou Nansheng replied: "I split all the firewood in the back, you don't have to do it at home." ”

The two of them tossed for a long time, and they were a little resistant to the upcoming separation, and when they had to leave, they stood side by side at the station at the entrance of the village.

Song Qingqing instructed, "I put you a small pickle pickled at home, the weather will be cold in two days, don't always rely on your good health to be shirtless and cover yourself with clothes." ”

"There is also a little foot soaking bag, and I wash it in a basin of hot water at night before sleeping. Leg...... If your leg hurts, remember to put it on with a warm water bottle and don't hold on to it......"

Listening to the chatter in his ears, Zhou Nansheng felt a warmth in his heart.

He didn't get bored, but responded sentence by sentence and agreed seriously.

When the car came, the reluctance in the eyes of the two could simply overflow.

"Let's go, get there and pay attention to your body." Song Qingqing pursed her lips and looked at him with red eyes.

Zhou Nansheng was about to nod, but when he walked towards the carriage, he suddenly saw a figure walking on the path in the distance, and his face immediately tensed.

"Zhou Hao." He muttered the name that hadn't been intruded into their lives for a long time.

Song Qingqing followed his line of sight.

People walk with high shoulders and low shoulders, seven cows are not bulls, anyway, girls do this.

Isn't it the gangster Zhou Hao?

Zhou Nansheng: "I'll go to him again." ”

"Don't." Song Qingqing hurriedly stopped him and hid the coldness in his eyes.

She asked Zhou Nansheng to take a good look at Tidou, "You taught him a lesson before, and you made him suffer enough, you shouldn't dare to be rude, I can handle it alone, hurry up and go to work." ”

Saying that, Song Qingqing used some force in her hand slightly, pushed Zhou Nansheng into the car, and then nodded to signal that the driver could drive, while she stood at the entrance of the village and watched Zhou Nansheng all the time.

Zhou Nansheng deliberately picked a position by the window, and after sitting firmly, he immediately turned around and waved his hand at Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing was still standing in the same place, her figure getting smaller and smaller, gradually shrinking into a small black dot, and then disappearing.

Zhou Nansheng stared at it for a while before turning his head back.

He was filled with satisfaction.

When I first enlisted in the army, I was alone in everything I did, and no one cared about me.

On the station, the comrades-in-arms who enlisted in the army at the same time wore big red flowers on their chests, and said goodbye to their family and friends who came to see them off, and he was the only one who was alone.

No matter how mature Zhou Nansheng is, when he sees this scene, he still feels a little uncomfortable, who doesn't look forward to having someone around him who knows cold and hot.

But now it's different.

Zhou Nansheng remembered his little wife's watery eyes when he said goodbye, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, showing a satisfied smile, and his heart was as warm as if he had been scalded with a stove.

There are still people around him.

No matter what, there is someone waiting for him at home.