Uncle Feng sat in his room, the sunlight in front of the door was very good, shining gold, and it looked, for some reason, like Widow Liu's beautiful eyes. However, when he thought of Widow Liu, Uncle Feng felt a faint coolness in his heart, he hadn't seen her for a long time.

I am preparing to go out, otherwise it will not be a matter if I do not serve the crops in the field, and when autumn comes, people will have mountains of grain, and there will be nothing at home, which is not good. Even if you beg from others, they may not necessarily give it, and even if you do, it is not a good thing.

Why don't you take advantage of the fact that you are still young and have a lot of strength, work hard, and when it comes to autumn and harvest, God has eyes, and you will never let yourself down, right? Thinking like this, Uncle Feng carried a hoe up the mountain to fertilize and water the crops in the field, at least he had to go and see, talk to them, chat, or tell them a terrible story, and make them cry, which was also very fun.

Of course, the main purpose of Uncle Feng's visit is not this, if he only goes to the mountains for these things, this does not seem to be a good deal for Uncle Feng. There is Widow Liu on that mountain, and ah, she stays alone on the mountain, it must be lonely, if she doesn't comfort and comfort herself, who else is suitable for doing this?

Uncle Feng went to the mountain. His own field is not far from Widow Liu's, and at the turn of his field, some of them are even adjacent to Widow Liu's field, although the part of the field bordering her own has been barren for a long time, but after all, it is still adjacent.

Widow Liu was afraid of staying with Uncle Feng, so she didn't want the part bordering Uncle Feng's field, which was overgrown with weeds at this time, and there were quite a few unbearable things in it, and sometimes even pheasants could be seen. It was a female pheasant, and not long after, in that place, for some unknown reason, a male pheasant came for no reason, and they were very affectionate with each other.

Every time at this time, Widow Liu deliberately didn't look at this kind of unbearable thing, only Uncle Feng stopped working at this time, and sat in that dead corner, admiring this kind of fun thing.

However, Widow Liu pretended not to see, pulled the hat on her head a little, and wrapped a black cloth around her neck, and concentrated on her work, which had almost nothing to do with herself. At this time, Uncle Feng sat on the side and applauded the pair of pheasants, which delayed the work a lot, but he didn't care.

Because she watched the pheasant, Widow Liu was quite unhappy, and seemed to hear her scolding softly, and even took a sip, Uncle Feng didn't look at it, and sat honestly on the side, smoking his own cigarette, swallowing clouds and spitting fog. At this time, for some reason, the sun in the sky is still so big, and it is quite vicious on people's bodies, but because of the company of Widow Liu, even if there are ten suns in the sky, it is nothing more than that.

At this time, Uncle Feng would call Widow Liu every time, say hello, say hello to her, and offer courtesy, which is all good. However, for Uncle Feng's greeting, Widow Liu deliberately pretended not to hear, and even pulled the hat very low, and the black cloth was wrapped around her neck, and for a while, there was a taste of isolation.

When the sky was getting dark, there were not many people on the mountain, and even if there were people, they were just some old and frail people whose families were so poor that they were blind, and they didn't care about the matter between Uncle Feng and Widow Liu.

Uncle Feng hoeed weeds in his field for a while, completed the task, and saw that the sun in the sky was still hanging, and it was not yet time for the moon wheel to hang obliquely and the stars to haunt him, Uncle Feng, who was going to leave, put down the hoe, looked at the black cloth that Widow Liu wrapped around his neck, and for a while, he came to her side cheekily and helped Widow Liu to do the work.

Not far away, the pair of pheasants were still talking to each other, giggling from time to time, the sound was very pleasant, hearing it, inadvertently, Uncle Feng was already smiling, and Widow Liu's originally shy face once showed a smile.

"I'll do the work for you." Uncle Feng stood beside Widow Liu and said.

"This ......" Widow Liu was still a little uncomfortable with Uncle Feng's visit for a while, and she didn't know how to deal with it at all.

At this time, there is no one to see on the mountain, some white clouds hanging in the sky, for a while, I also feel sleepy, for the earth to block the sun for a day, it is time to rest and get off work. The moonlight was like frost, sprinkled on the pale mountain, and the grass and gray stones were full of silver light, and it seemed that a piece of haze and a very poetic feeling appeared, and at this time in the hearts of people, inadvertently, this produced a warm feeling.

Working for Widow Liu, for Uncle Feng, it feels really great, and those crops, in this festive atmosphere, grow gratifyingly, even if it is the kind of unbearable appearance in the past, like dead crops, at this time, it has also become vibrant, and the spirit is vibrant.

"Good job." Widow Liu originally wanted to expel this person from her own realm, but after thinking about it, this is very inappropriate, why not use it, so she commanded.

"Okay." Uncle Feng stepped up his work at this time, and for a while, the work was much better than in his own field.

Night gradually fell, not far away, at the border between Widow Liu's field and Uncle Feng's field, among the weeds, the two pheasants were still reluctant to leave, confiding their feelings to each other, telling the beauty of the past. Maybe he was a little shy, but when he saw Uncle Feng looking at it from time to time, he quietly hid in the barren bushes again, no longer poked his head out, and seemed to disappear from this world.

After a while, there was almost no one on the mountain, only the wind was constantly whistling, and some of the grass and trees were on the edge of the trees, and dust could be seen from time to time, which made the mountain even more mysterious and strange for a while, and at the same time it was so poetic and picturesque, which made people forget to return. Seeing that there was no one around, Uncle Feng had a bold idea at this time, why not take advantage of the fact that there was no one at this time and hugged Widow Liu?

This thought just flashed in his mind, and for some reason, Widow Liu left immediately, not daring to stay on this mountain, as if she knew what Uncle Feng was thinking, and for a while, a few tears slipped down her face. Widow Liu threw away the black cloth around her neck, revealing a good-looking face, and the flesh on her white neck made Uncle Feng drool.

At this time, if you can kiss Widow Liu's Fang Ze, even if you immediately call yourself dead and no longer alive, it will be good. But for some reason, Widow Liu threw away the hat, tore off the black cloth around her neck, and for a while, like a gust of wind, she left immediately, and she didn't dare to stay on the mountain.

The night was quite dark, and except for some stones and woods left on the mountain, Uncle Feng was the only one left. At this time, I regret very much, if I could have been braver and bolder at that time, I would not have gained nothing with empty hands.

Uncle Feng looked at the barren bushes, the two pheasants also disappeared at this time, and in the empty weeds, there was almost nothing to see, only a desolation and loneliness accompanied him. Uncle Feng was in a terrible mood, he knew this was the case, so he didn't talk to others, he just helped her hoe the ground, why did tears flash on his face, why did he cry quietly?

Uncle Feng couldn't figure it out, and sat quietly on the mountain, feeling that his heart had inadvertently turned into a cold wind, and with the night dissolving in the endless mountains, he could no longer find it. The ambitions of the past are now gone, and they are replaced by just some boring sadness and annoying thoughts, and in the long run, Uncle Feng doesn't know what he will become, and it may be like the clouds on this mountain, and in an instant, this will be dispersed with the wind, or even die.

Uncle Feng set foot on the way home, and the sound of Widow Liu's crying came from the valley below, which was simply loud and loud, and it was really unclear what to do. Under the effect of this feeling, Uncle Feng was not in very good health, but at this time, because of the stimulation of this negative emotion, he kept coughing, and even vomited blood.

But these are all worth it for Uncle Feng, it's not a big deal, as long as you are patient, I think Widow Liu will not refuse herself. With this in mind, Uncle Feng gradually left the mountain, and for a while, he went into his own house.

The next day, Widow Liu got up early and went to the mountains again. At this time, I hated that barren land, and lit a fire to burn all the weeds that were hiding dirt and dirt.

Not long after, Uncle Feng also appeared in the field, still doing his own work, but he didn't dare to help Widow Liu, just stayed in his own field and kept busy.

Widow Liu is still wearing a hat, with a black cloth around her neck, which looks quite mysterious and has a feeling that people dare not easily violate. Uncle Feng can only just look at it twice, and he must not take any action at this time, otherwise he will anger Widow Liu, and I am afraid that it will not be a matter.

Uncle Feng felt that his life was not good, otherwise, at such an age, he was still living alone in the world? But there is no way, so let's just do it, otherwise, how else can it be good?

For a while, Uncle Feng was disheartened, and even had the idea of becoming a monk in the temple, but as soon as this idea came out, he heard Widow Liu laugh softly. After laughing, this pulled the black scarf even lower, otherwise, once his smile was seen by Uncle Feng, how embarrassing it would be.

Uncle Feng was in a very comfortable mood when he heard this woman's laughter, and he wanted to talk to her again, and even do things with him on this mountain. With such an idea, Uncle Feng quietly leaned over, but at this moment, for some reason, his stomach ached.

Quickly dispel that thought, otherwise, I really don't know what kind of terrible thing will happen.

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