After Li Dahe looked at the bicycle over and over again, he finally felt the awkwardness of the atmosphere.
He cleared his throat and said to Lin Nianhe, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Lin, an educated youth. Why don't you go back and rest first."
Lin Nianhe put his hands in his pockets: "Uncle Captain, do you just throw it away after using it?"
Li Dahe smoothed his hair and said seriously: "Of course not, I just..." Wanting to drive away the source of embarrassment.
Not wanting to tell the truth, Li Dahe changed the subject and changed his words: "I'm just worried about your health. Okay, go back quickly. I'll tell Comrade Su the rest."
"You said so, then I'll just be obedient." Lin Nianhe shrugged nonchalantly. After looking at her watch, she said to Su Yuncheng, "Brother Yuncheng, when you're done, go to my place for lunch."
"Okay." Su Yuncheng nodded, "You go back and rest while I cook."
Lin Nianhe was noncommittal, smiled and waved away.
Watching her go away, Su Yuncheng turned back and asked Li Dahe: "Captain, may I ask, is Nianhe sick?"
This is the time to go to work. Logically speaking, Lin Nianhe should go to work after returning. But Li Dahe asked her to go back and rest, and Lin Nianhe had no intention of refusing. It seemed that she should rest in the first place.
The embarrassment that Li Dahe had just walked away came back. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and for a moment he was not sure whether Lin Nianhe had told Su Yuncheng about Zhao Zhuangshi's climb over the wall.
Li Dahe, a straightforward farmer, couldn't hide his thoughts. Su Yuncheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a faint guess in his heart.
The little girl looks dazzling, could it be...
After struggling for a moment, Li Dahe sighed and chose to tell the truth.
The little kid didn't suffer after all, and Zhao Zhuangshi was also punished. Li Dahe felt that it was enough to handle the matter like this.
Regardless of selfishness, at least the result seems fair.
Su Yuncheng's eyes turned cold after hearing what he said.
He considered it for a moment, nodded lightly and said, "Okay, I understand. Let's go take care of Comrade Wang Hong's family affairs first."
Li Dahe was prepared to be questioned, but the young man changed the subject and stopped mentioning it.
This made Li Dahe feel very uncomfortable.
My heart is hanging and I always feel uneasy.
Walking on the dirt road in the countryside, Li Dahe glanced at Su Yuncheng from time to time.
Originally, he had always thought that Xiao Lin, an educated youth, was a silly girl who did not like the fireworks of the world. It was not until Aunt Li came home last night and relayed Lin Nianhe's words that he realized that this little brat was actually a blind person.
Let's take a look at her neighbors today... Heh, these two people live in Xinyan Alley on Sizi Street.
Li Dahe led the way with his hands behind his back, lamenting in his heart.
It’s hard to be a captain...
Li Dahe was busy feeling sorry for himself. He didn't pay attention to the villagers who greeted him on the road. He just responded casually and forgot about the matter.
He didn't pay attention, but the villagers who saw Su Yuncheng remembered it in their hearts.
Her original intention to be lazy changed instantly, and she trotted back to the fields, immediately conveying the "good news" that Lin Zhiqing's brother was here again to Widow Zhao.
"Old Zhao family, tell me what a coincidence this is. My brother is here again... Hey, it's quite strange to say that Lin Zhiqing's brother is here, but she doesn't accompany him. Instead, the captain is following him. You Guess what this is for?"
Widow Zhao shook her hands and almost pulled down the corn seedlings.
She didn't want to guess, not at all.
"His third aunt, don't scare the strong mother. She is feeling bad and can't help but think nonsense."
"Hahaha... If you ask me, you can't do anything wrong. It's too late to be afraid now!"
Widow Zhao glared at the person who hurt her, and pretended to be fine: "What am I afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of? My son didn't do anything to her, so what am I afraid of!"
She felt guilty and instinctively raised her voice higher, as if this would show that she was really not afraid.
"Tch, you're not afraid to yell about something..."
The eyes of the crowd were sharp, especially Widow Zhao's face, which turned pale, and anyone with normal eyesight could see her guilty conscience.
According to Widow Zhao's original character, she would definitely fight back if someone squeezed her like this.
But she was really in no mood at the moment, and all she could think about were the miserable images of her grown-up son reaching out to her through the bars.
Widow Zhao suppressed her anxiety and pulled out two more grasses. Then she hunched over and ran towards the woods, clutching her stomach and muttering: "Oh, I'm so hungry..."
This self-evident remark made the others burst into laughter, mocking her unscrupulously.
Widow Zhao was in no mood to pay attention to them. After getting into the woods, she slipped away towards the educated youth spot.
After Lin Nianhe returned home, he took out a piece of pork belly from the space, which was basically similar to the one Su Yuncheng had sent before.
Pork belly is most suitable for braised pork, but she has already eaten pork belly two times in a row. It is really greasy and she doesn't want to eat it.
After thinking for a moment, she picked a small piece of thin hind leg meat, chopped it into stuffing together with the pork belly, and made dumplings.
She didn't believe that Su Yuncheng could pick out the dumpling filling and find out whether it was pork belly or hindquarter meat.
In fact, there are a lot of dumplings stored in Lin Nianhe's space. She made them before. When they are ready, they put them directly into the space, almost as if they were just made.
However, she chose to perform a full set, safety first!
Lin Nianhe worked very quickly. After a while, the dumplings were already half-wrapped.
It was also at this time that she heard footsteps.
The anxious footsteps were unlike those of her neighbors.
Lin Nianhe frowned slightly and picked up the large kitchen knife beside him.
Widow Zhao was not in the habit of knocking, so she pushed the door open and faced the knife blade stained with minced meat.
A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead.
Widow Zhao swallowed hard, her voice began to tremble: "Lin, Lin Zhiqing, you, what are you doing..."
"Oh, making dumplings." When Lin Nianhe saw that it was Widow Zhao, he put the kitchen knife on the stove, raised a meaningful smile and asked her, "Aunt Zhao, are you looking for me for something?"
Widow Zhao wiped her cold sweat, her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look at her: "Well, I, I have nothing to do, I just came to see if you are feeling better."
Lin Nianhe looked at her guilty behavior and understood in an instant——
Su Yuncheng must have been seen by someone, and Widow Zhao was afraid that she would complain.
Lin Nianhe raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her quietly: "It's better. I think I can go to work tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
As she expected, Widow Zhao didn't care about her answer at all. After Lin Nianhe finished speaking, she said: "Lin Zhiqing, don't be burdened. It doesn't matter if you rest for a few more days. Then, what, what? Auntie's house I have an old hen, why don’t I bring it to you to replenish your health?”
It was probably the first time that this village bully aunt had bowed her head to someone. Her face was red with embarrassment and she was so nervous that she rubbed her clothes.
Her reaction was the best answer. Lin Nianhe's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Aunt Zhao, don't think too much. My brother is just a normal visit to the police station. He is not here specifically for my business." .”
Aunt Zhao's heart, which was originally hanging in her chest, successfully rose to her throat because of Lin Nianhe's words.
She has lived for forty years, so why didn’t she know that the police station still has the job of visiting people?
Also, 'not on purpose', that's... by the way?
Widow Zhao has already seen the scene of her son sitting in jail.
