Seeing that someone had seen him, Meng Fansen turned around and went out again, leaning against the courtyard door, and then started carrying firewood back and forth into her yard.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xueqing quickly put on her clothes and left the room.
"Why did you buy so much firewood?"
Meng Fansen put the firewood in the barn on the left side of the house and patted the ashes on his body as he walked. When he heard the sound, he raised his voice and said,
"If you don't have a fire in your house in the winter, the air conditioner alone won't be enough. The old house is well-ventilated and it will get cold after a while. You don't need more. You only need to burn it once at night. This car of firewood will be enough for you this winter." .”
Without stopping, he passed Zhang Xueqing and walked directly to the courtyard gate.
Zhang Xueqing stood there, watching the man's figure walking further and further away. She always felt that something was strange, so she stepped up to keep up with the man's pace.
Meng Fansen walked back with another big handful. When he turned around, he almost bumped into the person behind him. "Why are you here anyway? I don't need your help. Come in quickly. It's cold outside."
That sentence, "Give me some," rolled up in his throat, and he swallowed it again. After the man told him, he strode towards the yard.
Zhang Xueqing looked at the back of the car. There was no one to help. She couldn't even pull off a piece of wood, let alone hold a few pieces. It would be great if there was a tool that could transport it.
Her eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of something. Zhang Xueqing quickened her pace and walked towards the back of the warehouse.
This was discovered by Da Lang a few days ago. She rarely comes here.
On the day when the cabbage was picked, many people came to the house to help. The yard door was always open. Everyone else was busy, and Zhang Xueqing could not help with anything.
Xinxin can still hold three cabbages, but she can only hold two. And since Xinxin can't walk fast enough, no one will let her move.
Helpless, she could only sit aside and chat. After sitting for a long time, she felt as if something was missing. The big wolf that used to circle around her whenever she sat down was gone.
Not daring to alert others, Zhang Xueqing could only slowly search around the house.
Finally, I heard the choking sound of the big wolf, and found the big wolf stuck in the wheel behind the barn.
It was a wheelbarrow. It seemed like it had been standing upside down for a long time. It was surrounded by grass. It was really hard to spot without looking carefully. The big wolf's head was stuck in the gap in the middle of the wheel. He couldn't get out. He stepped back and kept pushing forward.
Zhang Xueqing stepped forward and tried to get the car out. She pulled twice, but it didn't work. The front of the car, which was close to the ground at the bottom, was buried in the soil. Her little strength was not enough to make it break out of the ground.
"Meng Fansen!" Zhang Xueqing could only call Ultraman.
"Meng Fansen, Meng..."
The unclear man thought something had happened to her and rushed over with a nervous look on his face.
Seeing this, Zhang Xueqing immediately felt that she had done something wrong again and hesitated, "Well, here is a wheelbarrow. Use it to transport things faster."
Hearing this, Meng Fansen looked in the direction of her hand, his eyes gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath and strode towards her.
He grabbed the handles on both sides of the wheelbarrow and with one force, he pulled the car out of the dirt and put it on the ground. He squatted down and squeezed the tires. They were not very inflated, but they were still usable.
"It's okay. You should go back to the house. Your hands are red from the cold."
Zhang Xueqing looked at her red hands. The handle she held just now was a little cold, and there were still snowflakes floating in the sky. She was naturally afraid of the cold. After a while, her whole body felt frozen.
"Oh, okay, thank you for your hard work."
"Um."
The man replied with a dull voice and pushed the car to the front.
Zhang Xueqing stared at the retreating figure and finally knew something was wrong.
In the past, Meng Fansen couldn't beat a fart with ten sticks, but now he answers all questions and answers them all, and he also answers them patiently for you.
After thinking about this, Zhang Xueqing couldn't help but curse. If he had done this before, he would have just carried her back to the house without saying a word, and then turned around and left.
He seems to be more polite now.
I can't explain what's going on with this feeling, this inexplicable sense of loss. Am I being a bitch now?
What you don’t get is always in turmoil.
She quickly patted her head. She was thinking about some random things.
I went back to the house obediently, and through the window, I watched the man carrying firewood one after another, and I always felt strange in my heart.
"You are so patient with such a good man. Don't regret it if you miss it."
Yin Fei's words suddenly echoed in her ears.
Do you regret it?
It seems that I have begun to regret it.
But if she was given another chance, she might choose this way again.
Three years later, I was much sicker than now. My hands and feet were all deformed and could not bend. It was difficult to hold anything. All the organs in my body had also declined. I was not as good as the old lady in her seventies or eighties.
How could she deserve such a good him?
Falling in love is a luxury for her, and she really doesn't deserve it.
After transporting the last cart of firewood to the warehouse, cleaning up all the fallen firewood, and closing the courtyard door again, Meng Fansen entered the house.
"The warehouse hasn't packed it yet. The rest will be piled up in the back where you put the wheelbarrow. When you use it, use the outside ones first, so as not to cover them up again when it snows and you won't be able to take them out."
"good."
"Well, I'll leave first..."
"Drink some water to warm yourself up. How much is the firewood? I'll send it to you via WeChat."
"firewood……"
"Brother Sen, is Brother Sen here?"
Suddenly anxious shouts came from outside the yard.
Meng Fansen put the cup in his hand on the coffee table and strode out.
"Brother Sen, why didn't you answer the phone? Hurry, something happened to Xinxin."
The person who came was Xiao Zhao from the pig farm. He was panting and out of breath from running.
"What's wrong with Xinxin?"
Meng Fansen hurriedly opened the car door. It was too hot to work just now, so he took off his coat and threw it in the car.
This will take out the phone, which has several missed calls.
Zhang Xueqing heard that something happened to Xinxin and hurriedly walked out of the house, "What happened to Xinxin?"
Xiao Zhao nodded slightly to Zhang Xueqing, and then continued, "Xinxin was in a car accident and was covered in blood. Aunt Lan was frightened and didn't know what to do. She couldn't find Brother Sen, so she called the pig farm."
While talking, Meng Fansen had already dialed back the phone, "Mom, please don't rush and speak slowly."
There was unstoppable crying on the other end of the phone, and He Qiaolan's voice came intermittently from the phone.
"Asen, Xinxin, Xinxin lost a lot of blood. It's all my fault. Mom shouldn't have brought her out. It's all my fault. It's all my fault..."
"Mom, which hospital are you in now?"
Meng Fansen looked serious, but his words were calm and gentle.
"The city, the city hospital, the town said they can't save him, woo woo woo, is Xinxin going to die..."
Meng Fansen didn't say much, hung up the phone, flipped through it, dialed again, then got in the car and started the car.
Seeing that he was leaving, Zhang Xueqing hurriedly chased him out.
"I am coming too."
