Widow Zhao's face turned from red to white. She reached out and grabbed Lin Nianhe's sleeve, her eyes full of panic and pleading.
"Lin Zhiqing, my boy really knows that he was wrong. Just let him go. It's not easy for us orphans and widowed mothers. If he squats on the fence, I won't have to live anymore..."
Widow Zhao was really scared and her tears fell sincerely.
Lin Nianhe was not a person who easily softened her heart. When she saw this, she did not dissuade her. She only said: "Aunt Zhao, I like purity and hate trouble the most. If this happens every three days... I can't live my life?"
As a senior language performing artist who has always been at odds with the villagers, Widow Zhao instantly understood the implication of Lin Nianhe.
Her eyes lit up and she promised: "Don't worry, Lin Zhiqing, I will teach that boy a lesson and I will never hang around in front of you again - if anything happens again, just call me and I will hang him up and whip him!"
Lin Nianhe did not doubt Widow Zhao's determination. At this moment, even if she asked the Zhao family for a month's work points, Widow Zhao would probably give it without hesitation.
Lin Nianhe nodded lightly, holding Widow Zhao's hand with his backhand as if he was innocent and easy to fool, and said with a sincere expression: "Aunt Zhao, I know that you are the most reasonable aunt in our Shili Brigade, and I am really scared... "
"Look, I'm all alone outside. Besides my brother, who else is there? Fortunately, my uncle and aunts are taking care of me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to survive this day."
"How can I be ignorant when you take such good care of me? I really didn't tell my brother what happened that day, otherwise it would be more difficult for the captain, don't you think?"
Widow Zhao was just about to say that your brother is scary enough, but before she could say anything, she realized something was wrong.
It was reasonable for Lin Nianhe not to complain. After all, she still had to live in the Shili Brigade. It would not be good for her to really offend the villagers.
But if Li Dahe, that elm-headed man, said something wrong... and those talkative women in the village, what if they were really afraid that Zhao Zhuangshi would tease the girls in the brigade and report...
Lin Nianhe saw Widow Zhao's eyes wandering and felt relieved.
She said everything that needed to be said, and Widow Zhao understood it very well, so she didn't need to take care of the rest.
Sure enough, Widow Zhao did not hesitate for too long. She held Lin Nianhe's hand and said sincerely: "Lin Zhiqing, you are such a good boy. Thank you, aunt!"
Then she excused herself to work and walked out quickly.
Lin Nianhe stood by the door, holding back a smile and waving his hands: "You're welcome, Aunt Zhao."
When Widow Zhao walked around the east wall, Lin Nianhe couldn't help but burst into laughter.
She hadn't smiled for a few seconds when faint voices came from the front yard.
Lin Nianhe immediately stopped laughing and listened carefully.
"You...you are Lin Zhiqing's brother, right? Oh, the young man is so energetic. Being a police officer is too hard. My aunt will stew an old hen for you when you get home!"
"No need, we have discipline and cannot take advantage of the masses."
"No? This... young man is really enlightened hahaha... OK, you can talk to Lin Zhiqing, my aunt is leaving first..."
Lin Nianhe smiled and bent over.
It is estimated that Widow Zhao has never wanted others to take over her old hen. It is really difficult for her.
When Su Yuncheng came to the backyard, he saw Lin Nianhe standing by the door, holding his knees and laughing non-stop.
He walked over, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Is that Zhao Zhuangshi's mother just now?"
"Why?"
Lin Nianhe straightened up, smiled and nodded: "Yes, you know everything?"
"Um."
Su Yuncheng's face was tense and he looked down at her, as if he wanted to look at every strand of her hair carefully.
Lin Nianhe smiled lightly: "Brother Yun Cheng, I didn't suffer in that matter. The captain also punished the Zhao family. He climbed into the back wall and was caught in a mousetrap. Even if he reported the case, he would not be sentenced severely. Instead of doing this, it is better to let him go." If he catches his mother, he won't dare to provoke me again."
Su Yuncheng didn't speak for a while.
He looked at Lin Nianhe and after a long silence said, "Nianhe, you have grown up."
Being able to analyze the pros and cons so rationally, she is no longer the irritable little girl who only knows how to throw her fists.
Su Yuncheng looked at the flour on her cheeks and reached out to wipe it away for her.
He felt abrupt when he raised his hand in the air. He quickly took it back, looked away and said, "There is flour on my face."
Lin Nianhe wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but thinking that he had just held Widow Zhao's muddy hand, he said to him: "Please help me scoop out water and wash my hands."
"good."
Su Yuncheng scooped out water from the water jar with a gourd and gourd, and the cool well water fell on Lin Nianhe's white and tender hands.
Those hands were so white and tender that he didn't even dare to splash too much water on them for fear of hurting her.
Lin Nianhe washed his hands carefully and washed his face as well.
After wiping off the water droplets, she asked: "How is Aunt Wang doing? Is Daxi okay?"
"According to what she and her two daughters said, the Zhang family took Wang Xixi away while they were working in the brigade. They avoided the crowd and were afraid that Wang Hong's two little daughters would call people, so they kept Zhang Sancai. guard."
"The clues are very clear, and I also found traces of their fight. In the afternoon, I asked a female comrade to check Wang Xixi's injuries, and I can basically arrest him."
Su Yuncheng answered in detail, and finally asked: "Are you hungry? What are you doing for lunch? I'll do it."
"No," Lin Nianhe replied, "I made the dumplings. They will be ready soon. You can rest for a while."
Su Yuncheng also washed his hands and followed Lin Nianhe through the door.
The room was too small, and even though he was careful to control his eyes, he still saw the extra furniture in the back room.
"The furniture is made so quickly?" He was a little surprised.
Lin Nianhe told the origin of the furniture while making dumplings, and finally said with a chuckle: "You are really lucky, otherwise you would have to squat down to eat today."
Su Yuncheng: "Actually, I can also sit on the edge of the kang and eat."
Lin Nianhe glanced at Su Yuncheng's mouth.
You have a pretty mouth, but why do you always choke people to death when you say something?
Su Yun took over the rolling pin and rolled out the dumpling wrappers. He glanced at the neat, white and fat dumplings on the curtain, then at the basin with the fillings, and asked, "Is the meat all wrapped?"
"I also ate some yesterday." Lin Nianhe replied with lowered eyes.
Su Yuncheng looked at the pot of stuffing with almost no green onion leaves visible, thinking that he would have to bring her some more meat in the afternoon.
He said casually: "I'm coming over in the afternoon. Do you need anything? I'll bring it to you on the way."
Lin Nianhe's hand paused slightly.
She thought for a moment and said to him: "If there are high school textbooks, can you buy a set for me?"
When reviewing for the college entrance examination, you still need to refer to existing textbooks, especially Chinese textbooks, which are very important.
Su Yuncheng nodded: "I have it at home, let me show it to you first, okay?"
"Okay, I'll just take a look." Lin Nianhe nodded gratefully, "I'll return it to you soon."
"There's no rush, I don't need it either." Su Yuncheng replied, "Take your time and watch."
Su Yuncheng didn't ask Lin Nianhe why she wanted high school textbooks. He just thought she was too bored here and wanted to read.
The error in understanding directly led to some deviations in what he brought.
