The diesel engine rumbled non-stop.

Wen Ji's ears were about to be deafened, and Zhang Chuyue was still stirring rice there.

He is so diligent, of course Grandma kept him for a few more nights.

Wen Ji shouted twice, but he couldn't hear the sound, so he simply went over and pulled his wrist directly.

The man reflexively struggled, turned around, and met Wen Ji's eyes, she half-squinted and shouted to him: "Stop!" ”

The world was suddenly clear.

Wen Ji took him to a shady place on the eaves, relatives and friends in the yard were eating melon seeds, and someone was coaxing: "Look at Ah Ji, I'm afraid that my husband is tired." ”

Wen Ji was already annoyed, the sun was hot everywhere, and she was about to cross her waist and stare back, Zhang Chuyue stood in front of her and said, "What's the matter." ”

There were many people here, and Wen Ji took him back to the room.

"You can't be too positive, my grandma, they'll give you more work! I'm going to keep you for the night tonight, and you say there's something going on at home! The cows in the barn should also be fed grass! ”

She thought of an idea for Zhang Chuyue, at this time his neck was covered with beads of sweat, rolling into the neckline in big drops, the sideburns under the inch were also sweaty, the wheat-colored skin hit the sight, her eyes dodged, and she turned back to find him a handkerchief.

"You want to stay here alone?"

His words pierced her.

Wen Ji looked for a handkerchief to continue to cover up: "Didn't I tell you?" You're here to work. ”

"I'll go first, they'll say you're not as expensive as those cows."

Zhang Chuyue glanced at the handkerchief she handed over, clean shrimp pink.

"Who dares to say?"

Wen Ji's eyes were fierce.

Zhang Chuyue's superior eyebrows were slightly raised, and he looked out the window: "The few people who said just now that you don't let me work, they can say whatever they want to say, you can not listen, but what about your family?" ”

Wen Ji opened her lips, even if she doesn't get married, she will leave after the summer vacation, today she returned to the door, Zhang Chuyue was working in the yard and came to see, thinking of the grandma just now who was happy and proud to boast, pursed her lips and sat on the edge of the bed: "I haven't seen her boast like this when I was working, I have no strength anywhere." ”

Psychological imbalance.

Zhang Chuyue pinched the handkerchief in his hand to wipe his face, went to the back of his neck, went around the collar and stretched it in, the handkerchief took away the water on his body, only the flow was hot, and he frowned: "They said you?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Wen Ji clasped his hands around his chest, suddenly thought of something, and looked up at him: "Did they ask you?" ”

He lifted his eyelids: "You?" ”

The chick pecks the rice and nods.

The small handkerchief was pinched in the slender and convex fingers of the bone joints, and he wrinkled, and he asked rhetorically: "Give me the handkerchief now, so that I can say how good you are?" ”

Wen Ji heard the meaning of breaking the truth in his words, coughed lightly, and hugged Buddha feet temporarily, she said: "Then they asked you if you want to spend the night, and you said it, why don't you talk about other questions." ”

Sarcasm, strongly sarcastic.

Zhang Chuyue put his hands on his chest, the thin sweat on his shirt was sporadic and dazzling, and the fierce and unscrupulous sun shone as if the sun was shining, he said, "Then you asked me?" ”

Wen Ji nodded menacingly, a pair of apricot eyes on a pair of delicate mouths: "Of course, no matter how big or small, ask long and short." ”

Zhang Chuyue's movement of wiping sweat was a few times faster, as if this small room was a little cramped, which made him irritable, Wen Ji saw that his long legs that were originally leaning against the wall suddenly stood up straight, became taller, and the sharp Adam's apple swallowed twice, Wen Ji reacted: "You wait, I'll bring you water to drink." ”

He was sweating fiercely, Wen Ji passed him when he went to open the door, his long legs were retracted again, and his tall body was crowded in her small house, he lowered his head and asked, "Then how do you answer?" ”

Wen Ji succeeded in his heart, raised his eyebrows to look at him, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles: "If you say that I am good, I will naturally say that Zhang Chu is better, or the best of the golden hoop stick!" ”

Objectively speaking, juniors always report good news and not bad news.

Wen Ji didn't want to listen to their experience of how to get along with her husband, and the two words "accommodating" were repeated over and over again.

If she likes it, she should accommodate, then if she doesn't like it, she can not accommodate.

After eating in the evening, Wen Ji saw Zhang Chuyue drinking tea with his elders there, and he was about to raise his legs to go out, so he heard him smile lightly: "Okay." ”

What did he ask him about in the previous sentence—

"Ah Ji will ask you in the future."

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The bright moon is not a branch to frighten magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

Wen Ji likes this poem the most, because there is a good year, and there is the faint sound of frogs on the long summer night at this moment.

She was lying by the window reading a book, and when she heard the sound behind the door, she turned her head suddenly, and it was Zhang Chuyue who came in.

She also stood up and said, "You don't mind sleeping on the floor, do you?" ”

"Okay."

Yo.

Wen Ji raised his eyebrows, today he is Mr. "Okay, Good".

She had already made the bed for him, the aisle was narrow, and Wen Ji's room was not actually a regular square world, like a hand. gun, Zhang Chuyue can only put his head on the corner of the "L" shape when he lies down.

Wen Ji had to turn around when he wanted to walk back from the desk to the bedside, and as soon as he lay down, she said, "Wait, I'll go over." ”

Zhang Chuyue raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his eyelids were half-closed, he sat up and leaned against the wall, Wen Ji said when he passed by, "The pajamas that my grandma bought for you fit quite well." ”

The narrow eyelashes lifted, swept over her red dress, but did not comment, but asked, "Can't get by?" ”

"But that's it."

Wen Jiwo went back to the quilt and turned over, he lay down, suddenly the two of them faced each other, looked at each other, she opened her eyes, moved the quilt to her head, and said, "You go and turn off the lights." ”

"Where's the light?"

"There's my desk."

"I don't see it."

Wen Ji didn't hear him move at all, and as soon as she lifted the quilt, she saw a back like a mountain facing her.

It's harder to get a man to work than it is to call a dog.

How active you are in front of your elders during the day, you will not move even when you lie down!

Wen Ji folded the quilt and got up, and went to the desk to pass the corner, Zhang Chuyue's head was lying there, and she said, "You get up, I want to go over." ”

"Can't you say it?"

Wen Ji saw that his back was so wide, he really wanted to kick him, stood up and said, "Either you turn off the lights for me, or let me pass." ”

The mountain finally moved, and it turned out that this was the true meaning of Yugong moving mountains.

Zhang Chuyue sat against the wall again, put her hands around her chest and let her pass, Wen Ji was wearing the red nightdress that her mother wanted her to wear, Tujili, but the material was really smooth, she cautiously lifted the sling and went to the desk.

"Smack".

It's pitch black all around.

Wen Ji said: "Give me a light on my mobile phone. ”

Zhang Chuyue said: "Charge outside. ”

Wen Ji sighed, it was only the third day, and he had already realized that the man was useless.

She touched the wall and walked to the side, turned around his mattress and sat on her bed, it was as difficult as trekking through mountains and rivers, suddenly, a slight "creak" sounded, Zhang Chuyue's voice sounded in the night: "Your bed is unstable?" ”

Wen Ji was already so tired that she was sweating a little, and the quilt only covered her little belly, "The wood under the bed board is rotten, so let you sleep on the ground." ”

Zhang Chuyue: "......"

After getting used to the darkness in the night, Hitomi used the moonlight to resist the bulging bridge on the bed.

The evening breeze in the village was gentle, and it was a familiar dreamland for her from childhood to adulthood, and a strange narrow road for him to fall asleep for the first time.

Because of the body temperature of the person, the fragrance of the smoke here over the years gradually emerged, like a small wildflower that had never been seen in the mountains, red, regardless of the fragrance of people's life and death, she herself was silent in her sleep, lying on her side, the thin quilt only fell to the waist depression, the vase was like a close, and then hazy up, her two hands were obediently folded at her side, and the old bed held a pair of snow moons.

Zhang Chuyue turned over, and Tongren thought about it, for fear of falling into the moonlight and snow.

The early morning wind swept through the window, and Wen Ji was awakened by the heat wave of summer.

She turned over and found that the quilt had wrapped her in a chrysalis.

Originally, I was going to continue sleeping, but my brain suddenly woke up for a moment, Zhang Chuyue!

Hurriedly sat up from the bed, looked under the bed, and his futon was folded into a tofu block and placed at the end of the bed.

Zhang Chuyue stopped stirring rice today, and Wen Ji heard from his grandmother when he got downstairs that he had finished stirring all the grain at home yesterday, and he would chop firewood in the yard.

served.

Wen Ji walked out of the courtyard under the sun at seven or eight o'clock, and was seeing a man wearing a shoulder vest where he picked up an axe and fell, "click", and the wood with her waist thickness was split in half, and then looked at the man with his arms like muscles, which was no different from the sun at seven or eight o'clock, bright and hot.

"I didn't tell you, don't let them ask you to do anything, you are really hard, and you refused to move when I asked you to turn off the lights last night!"

Wen Ji crossed his hands on his waist, saw him bend slightly and picked up a piece of wood, in his wide palm, the wood was actually light, he checked it, he said: "They didn't let me do it, your bed board is loose, I will give you a piece of wood." ”

Wen Ji opened his lips, and when he was stunned, he saw him carrying the wood into the house.

At this time, Grandma came out with breakfast, beckoned Zhang Chuyue with a smile on her face to eat, and asked him why he was going with a piece of wood?

Wen Ji stood aside and pouted: "You didn't see my wood, I want to eat it too." ”

Zhang Chuyue continued to behave, but his aunt refused to let him go, Wen Ji was irritable, and even wanted to go back to Zhangjia Village with him, where it was still clean.

"Mend her desk legs."

As soon as Zhang Chuyue's words fell, Wen Ji was stunned, and raised his eyes to meet his eyes, the pitch-black pupils were not wavering.

"Look at Chu Yue, I repaired the table for you without eating breakfast."

Wen Ji wanted to say that he didn't move when he turned off the lights yesterday, it was just a performance!

But what made her suspicious was that he was repairing the bed board, so why did he tell his grandmother to repair the desk.

"Knock knock~"

Wen Ji opened the door and saw a pair of long legs sticking out from under the bed, bent open, black overalls stretched up at her knees, she squatted down and looked in, shouting: "Zhang Chuyue." ”

The "bang" stopped, and she got under the bed, and the man withdrew his hand, moved his waist, and pushed to the side, letting her squeeze in.

Wen Ji whispered, "Why don't you let Grandma know that you got up early in the morning to repair the bed board?" ”

Under the dim bed, Zhang Chuyue felt itchy ears, and said to her in a deep voice: "What are you doing in here?" Can't talk about it outside? ”

Wen Ji laughed softly, like a little fox flicking his tail: "Because it's fun." ”

The hammer in Zhang Chuyue's hand knocked down the bed board, and with a "bang", sawdust fell, Wen Ji raised his hand to block his eyes, and said angrily: "Zhang Chuyue, you did it on purpose!" ”

She was in a hurry to climb out, and suddenly the back of her neck was hooked back, like a small lesson, the rough knuckles sank into the skin slightly, and he whispered: "What are you going to do, the bed will collapse in a while, and I will say that you have to play." ”