Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao looked at each other.
One is a veteran who has walked through grass and climbed snow-capped mountains, and the other is a senior high school senior who has seen ups and downs and gone through ups and downs. The old and the young were once the most knowledgeable combination in the entire Shili Brigade.
Both of them were sure that Xiao Su was angry when he saw Lin Yatou.
They both planned to say a few good words to Lin Nianhe. Unexpectedly, this girl only used one word and one action to make Xiao Su, who had a cold face, instantly relax his expression, just like the big wolf dog he raised at home.
For a moment, they both smiled meaningfully.
Being able to be coaxed by such a simple sentence puts the girl at the top of her heart.
Lin Nianhe ignored the looks of the two people behind him, raised his little face and asked Su Yuncheng: "Brother Yuncheng, which house do you live in in the captain's uncle's house? I'll get you some clothes and a raincoat. You're like this You’ll get sick.”
Su Yuncheng drank the brown sugar and ginger water poured by Lin Nianhe. Even though he knew it was a soup made in one pot, it still felt sweeter than what Wen Lan gave him before in the fields.
He said: "No, don't run out. I used to lie down in the snow all night, so this little rain is not a problem."
Because he was about to tell Uncle Guan a story just now, Lin Nianhe couldn't help but think of Su Yuncheng being captured by the enemy.
Su Yuncheng never had the chance to finish telling that story. Lin Nianhe still had the tragic scene in his mind of him being tortured and beaten in various ways but refusing to let go. Every time he thought about it, he felt extremely distressed.
Now I hear him say that he once spent the night lying in the snow...
In an instant, the wet big wolf dog covered all the halos.
Lin Nianhe's eyes were so distressed that his eyes were red. He felt that he could still see Su Yuncheng now because God was taking special care of him.
She wrinkled her nose and said, "Isn't there nothing I can do about it? How can I not pay attention to my body when conditions permit?"
There was a crying tone in his voice, which sounded particularly soft and soft.
This was the first time Su Yuncheng saw Lin Nianhe's eyes turn red.
Alone in a foreign country, she did not cry;
Life was hard, but she didn’t cry;
Even on the line between life and death, she didn't cry.
But she shed tears because of him.
Su Yuncheng panicked immediately. He wiped off the dirt on his hands and hurriedly wiped her tears: "Don't cry, Nianhe, don't go out. I listen to you. I'll go back and change clothes right now, okay?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
It's over, she seems to have a fever.
The body temperature rises a bit quickly!
My heart was beating rapidly... I was really seriously ill this time.
Su Yuncheng had no experience coaxing girls, so he could only wipe Lin Nianhe's tears clumsily, repeating those few words over and over again.
Lin Nianhe silently recited "Color is Emptiness" ten thousand times in his mind before he managed to calm down.
She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at Su Yuncheng. She raised her hand and pushed him gently. She sniffed and said, "Then why are you still hanging around? Go quickly and remember to wear a raincoat."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Su Yuncheng was sweating profusely and rushed into the rain in a hurry, forgetting to even take the pole.
Lin Nianhe looked at his back and smiled.
When she lost sight of him, she turned around and waved the towel, intending to continue using it as a manual drying bucket.
As a result, when she turned around, she saw that Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao were no longer working. Each had a handful of melon seeds and looked at her with amused expressions.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Wouldn't these two people be able to work without her?
How can you be so careless at your age?
Tsk, the warehouse team would have to disperse without her.
Lin Nianhe's cheeks were slightly red, and she silently returned to her small bench, immersed in wiping corn.
"Girl Lin, Xiao Su is still very good. You have to cherish her and don't lose your temper."
"Look, he works here for no wages and no work points. What is he doing? Isn't he just worried that you will complain if you don't finish the job, so he came here to help!"
"Although there is a harvest holiday in the city, he is not from the countryside."
"I've been watching it these days. Xiao Su is really unambiguous in his work. He is no worse than the boys in our village."
"But you two can't be in a hurry to get married. You are an educated youth. If you get married here, you will automatically lose your status as an educated youth and you will not be able to return to the capital in the future."
"Girl, did you listen to what we said?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She was just fascinated by the color, but they all thought of getting married for her.
It’s really...a heavy love.
Lin Nianhe, who had always been able to talk, didn't know what to say at this moment.
It’s not that the topic is bad, it’s that the chat partner is wrong!
If Aunt Wang or Principal Wu had told her this, she would have been able to chat along, but they...
Lin Nianhe opened his mouth again and again, thinking back and forth for a long time, and finally said dryly: "I heard it, I remember it, I understand it."
Uncle Guan was still a little worried, so he stared into her eyes and asked, "Did you really hear her?"
"I really heard it."
"Really remember?"
"I really remember it."
"I really understand..."
"Uncle, I have a question to ask you." Lin Nianhe quickly interrupted him.
Uncle Guan asked subconsciously: "What's the matter?"
What's wrong with Lin Nianhe? She looked around, caught a glimpse of the heavy rain outside the door, and asked, "It's raining so hard, it won't last long, right? Can't we wait until the weather clears before harvesting corn?"
When it came to farming issues, Uncle Guan instantly forgot about the person he was talking to.
He frowned unconsciously and asked without answering: "Do you know when the rain will stop?"
Lin Nianhe blinked: "I don't know, don't they say that the older generation can estimate the intensity of rain by looking at it?"
"Xiao Lin," Accountant Zhao interjected, "empiricism is the most deceptive. Narrow personal experience is not universal truth. You must have learned all of this in politics class, right?"
Lin Nianhe: "Well, I've learned..." right?
Uncle Guan took over the conversation and continued: "It's easy to say if it stops, but what if it rains continuously? How much will we lose when the corn stalks are soaked in the ground? At the end of the year, we can't gamble."
Lin Nianhe nodded slowly, understanding.
It's not that they can't guess the weather changes, but even if they can guess it, they don't dare to bet on the possibility of sunny weather.
They will prepare for the worst just to maximize their harvest.
Lin Nianhe pursed his lips, looked at the yellow corn cobs on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
While she was thinking wildly, Su Yuncheng came back.
He changed his clothes and wore a black raincoat. He came to get the pole and basket.
He also washed his hands, stuffed a piece of White Rabbit toffee into Lin Nianhe's mouth, and took out the coat hidden under the raincoat and put it on her shoulders.
"Speak immediately if you feel uncomfortable, and don't hold on." He instructed.
"Yeah." Lin Nianhe held the candy in his mouth and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
Su Yuncheng exchanged a few polite words with Uncle Guan and Accountant Zhao before leaving with the pole and bamboo basket.
Lin Nianhe raised his head, and as expected, the two people were looking at him with amused eyes.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Sure enough, eating melons is human instinct.
