Chapter Eighty-Three: The Little Sister of the Group
It seems that only Fu Jingyou will let her mess around......
Fu Jingyou thought she was still in a low mood, so she comforted:
"Don't be unhappy, the dates at home are ripe, and I will take time out for a while to fetch dates for you to eat."
Lu Miao's eyes lit up, everything was left behind, and he raised his head and asked, "Really?" ā
"I kid you not."
Fu Jingyou's tone was heavy.
Lu Miao believed it, curled the corners of her lips, and her mood cleared the clouds and saw the moon, beautiful and bright, "That's okay!" ā
She has a smiling face, and there are two shallow tears on her face, simple and easy to coax, but more or less, her temperament is also very sloppy.
Fu Jingyou sighed helplessly, just now she was only caring about coaxing Lu Miao, she was anxious for a while, some physical contact was too intimate, and when she realized the problem, she only reminded softly this time:
"It's not good to be noticed when you come out for a while...... Wipe your face, it's time to go back. ā
"Hmm."
Lu Miao nodded, just as Geng Xiaoyun's voice came from the place where the bamboo bed was placed at the end of the "straw house":
"Oh Bingxin, you're comfortable enough, quick, go over there. What about Lu Kitten? Shouted that she ate pomegranates. ā
It's not good to stay any longer, she hastily wiped her face with her sleeve, took a few steps back and turned her head, "Zao'er!" ā
Fu Jingyou bowed, "Got it, go ahead." ā
"Hey~"
Lu Miao walked back satisfied, "What about the pomegranate?" How much did you pick? ā
"Now, it's all here! This time, I can say okay, I picked a pomegranate for you, and I won't cry anymore. ā
Lu Miao stomped her feet proudly: "Who cried nose?" ā
Geng Xiaoyun laughed, "Yes, yes, you Lu Miao didn't cry your nose, it was Lu Xiaomei who cried your nose!" ā
Speaking of which, isn't it her?
Lu Miao puffed out her mouth, too lazy to argue with Geng Xiaoyun.
Under the shadow of the lantern, you can vaguely see the black speckled shell of the pomegranate, which is not very good-looking, but each of them is cracked, and the pomegranate seeds are full of pomegranate seeds.
Lu Miao sat on the bamboo bed and swung her legs, holding a pomegranate seed and stuffing it into her mouth, the overly sweet and not greasy taste was very in line with her heart, she buried her head in the pomegranate button, and every time she accumulated a small handful, she sent it to her mouth.
Ren Bingxin did the same, buckled the pomegranate side by side with her, poured a small handful of pomegranate seeds into his mouth, chewed the sweetness, and gasped comfortably, "This pomegranate is so sweet, no wonder you want to eat it like this, it's so refreshing!" ā
Lu Miao smiled: "Huh?" I'm so happy! ā
It's dark, and her smile can't be seen clearly, but just listening to the sound can sweetly heal people's hearts.
Geng Xiaoyun sat in the corner of the bamboo bed to rest, and when he heard Lu Miao laughing, he was slightly relieved, and stood up at that time, and said with a smile while rolling up his sleeves:
"You two just sit here and eat, and I'll help them clean up."
Lu Miao stretched her neck and asked, "Don't you eat?" ā
Geng Xiaoyun waved his hand, "This thing is very troublesome, I don't like to eat it." You two can eat, but don't be all over, leave some for Gu Ying. ā
"Got it!"
The threshing floor was busy and cheerful, on the other side, Chen Miaomiao carried the lotus leaf outflanking the path back to Zhiqing Point, which should usually close the door to rest, but this time the door was open and quiet, and there was no light in the house.
Except for the occasional vague conversation or two from the male intellectuals, the female intellectuals on the side of the room can't even hear the sound of needles falling to the ground.
Chen Miaomiao looked inexplicable, went back to the room to put the lotus canopy and lit the kerosene lamp, Geng Xiaoyun was not in the house, she shouted twice and no one answered.
Chen Miaomiao's throat slid up and down, sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time, and suddenly picked up the kerosene lamp and went to the hall.
When I got to the hall, I didn't stop, but it was much slower.
Looking at the door of the black hole room opposite the door, although Chen Miaomiao didn't know what was going on, she estimated that the probability of someone inside was not large, her heart was pounding for a while, and she went to the room over there with some ideas.
It was only with a kerosene lamp that he poked his head into the door, and a person suddenly sat on the bed inside, and both looked at each other and were startled.
Yang Xiaojing sat on the edge of the bed with unkempt hair and scolded:
"Are you sick?! Won't knock on the door? Who do you want to scare to death if you walk silently? ā
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Chen Miaomiao's chest was drumming, she broke out in a cold sweat, took two steps back and stood in the hall.
Her face flashed with anger, but she explained softly:
"IāI came back late to see that there was no one in the house, and I want to know why you went......"
"What do you see? What's there to see? You don't sleep in this room, what does it matter to you if you are not here? Even if you're curious, you won't ask? ā
"I'm sorry...... I'll find out next time. ā
Chen Miaomiao suppressed her temper and went back to her room with a kerosene lamp.
Over there, Yang Xiaojing still refused to stop:
"He also said that he had to do the cooking! This is the first to go out every day, and the last to come back, isn't it ready to pick up other people's ready-made? ā
"I don't know what I'm doing every day, I'm like a thief, out of nowhere!"
Since she was punished for fighting with Chen Miaomiao before, Yang Xiaojing felt uncomfortable looking at Chen Miaomiao.
Usually because of Gu Ying's face, Yang Xiaojing is not easy to find Chen Miaomiao's stubble, this review Ying is not there, and she has such an opportunity, of course Yang Xiaojing will not let it go, sitting on the edge of the bed and scolding for a long time before she is satisfied.
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Speaking of the threshing floor, everyone used flail to make a circle along the carpeted ears of rice, until the lights of every household on the production team were almost extinguished, then they put down their farm tools and made half a bundle of straw to cover the grain pile on the side of the threshing floor.
lest tomorrow there will be dew, and you will have to make a place to dry it when you turn around.
The day's work is basically over here, everyone is free, He Laosi leans on the haystack to smoke dry tobacco, and the two aunts come to the edge of the bamboo bed.
Nagging and chattering, they are elders according to their age, Lu Miao and Ren Bingxin got down from the bed and vacated the place for them.
The parents are short, and the things in and out of the city are hot, and at this moment, Fu Jingyou brought a pot of water and another stack of bowls.
"Ouch, thank you, thank you!"
The villagers are not restrained so much, the two aunts thanked them, took the kettle and poured water to drink, and did not forget to boast in their spare time:
"Little Liu, you have a real heart, and you think thoughtfully, you are thirsty when you just finished work."
After that, he turned his head to look at a few female intellectuals on the side, "Comrade intellectuals, you are also thirsty, right?" Quick, there's a bowl here! Come and drink some water and rest! ā
Geng Xiaoyun and Gu Ying let out a "hey", and lined up with bowls to pour water to drink.
Fu Jingyou didn't answer the words of the aunts, stood silently next to him for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice:
"The dates in front of the house are ripe, I'll go and get some dates, and everyone will eat while resting."
These words were said to everyone, but in the final analysis, in essence, Fu Jingyou only wanted to fulfill Lu Miao's small wishes.
Fu Jingyou knew that like the cucumbers in front of the Zhiqing Order, Lu Miao had been thinking about these dates for a long time.
Where are the tickets? ļ½ļ½ļ½
(End of chapter)