After Du Wanchun saw that the matter was agreed upon, he began to collect radishes, selected some good ones and put them aside in a dustpan, ready to wash the mud.
As she picked it up, her hand accidentally touched another hand. The cold touch made her startled. She quickly looked up and saw it was Zhou Ruiyuan.
Zhou Ruiyuan was sitting on a chair, bending down to help her pick up radishes. His movements were very agile, his waist moved up and down faster than Du Wanchun's movements.
Every time he moved, his hair would sway, and it unknowingly crossed the back of Du Wanchun's hand.
"Ms. sir, you?" Du Wanchun was startled and a little surprised. He stared at him with round eyes. He always thought that his husband was too disabled to move, but he didn't expect that his waist was quite strong.
Zhou Ruiyuan saw that she was looking at him, raised his head and said to her, "Don't be nervous. Although I can't walk, I can still do some farm work."
His pair of deep eyes were slightly raised, with slender double eyelids and long eyelashes. Just like the man in the painting, his strokes were so precise that no flaws could be found. ?.?????.???
Du Wanchun was so close to him that he could almost see his eyelashes, and could even feel his warm breath on his face, and his heart suddenly started beating again.
She quickly lowered her head, picked up the carrots with her hands and feet in a panic, and said, "Thank you, sir."
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her panicked little hands, with a gentle smile on his brows.
The two people didn't speak anymore and worked quietly. However, as the carrots became less and less, the two people got closer and closer.
The spring breeze blows outside the house, bringing a wisp of catkins and a petal of peach blossom.
A long hair hanging down from Zhou Ruiyuan's temples gently brushed Du Wanchun's cheek in the wanton spring breeze.
The faint fragrance of pear blossoms lingered around her ears, so close that it made her feel like she was being held in his arms.
In this illusion, Du Wanchun felt the warm and powerful aura on his body, which was inexplicably reassuring.
Not far away, Aunt Zhou got up and went to the backyard in order not to disturb them.
In the backyard, Zhou Feng was sitting on a stone in a daze. He looked up at the sun in trance.
Aunt Zhou saw it and said quickly: "Feng'er, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Feng looked at the sun and said, "Mom, I always feel that I can see the light, but I don't know if it's an illusion."
"See the light?" Aunt Zhou said happily, "Are you, like your third brother, your eyes suddenly healed?"
Zhou Feng shook his head, "I don't know, I always feel that there is light, but when I look carefully, it doesn't seem to be there."
Aunt Zhou walked up to him, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Feng'er, can you see it?"
Zhou Feng frowned slightly, his face full of disappointment, "Can't see."
Aunt Zhou tried again. This time she blocked his eyes with her hands and asked, "Feng'er, can you still see the light?"
Zhou Feng looked carefully and shook his head, "I can't see it. It's all black."
Then Aunt Zhou took her hand away again, "What now?"
Zhou Feng stared at it for a long time and blinked his eyelids slightly, "Mom, it seems that I can really see a little light, like a lamp placed far away in the dark night, very far away and blurry."
Aunt Zhou used her hand to block it again, "Can you still see it?"
Zhou Feng was stunned for a moment, shook his head, "Can't see."
Aunt Zhou then took her hand away again, but this time she didn't tell Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng said quickly: "Mom, I saw the light again."
Aunt Zhou was surprised and happy again. She grabbed his arm and said excitedly: "Feng'er, your eyes can see!"
Zhou Feng froze in disbelief, with a dull expression on his face, which always felt unreal.
Compared to Zhou Ruiyuan's calmness and strength and Zhou Zhao's liveliness and activity, Zhou Feng is more like the gentleman sitting in the academy, elegant and gentle.
He is blind, like a piece of jade that has lost its luster.
Aunt Zhou was overjoyed and turned around to go to the front room, "I'm going to tell your elder brother."
Zhou Feng immediately pulled her and said, "Mom, don't tell eldest brother yet. I'm not sure whether my eyes are really healed yet, lest eldest brother find out about it and he will be disappointed in the future."
Aunt Zhou understood what he meant, patted his hand gently, and said: "Okay, I won't tell you, brother, don't always look at the sun and rest more these days, maybe in ten and a half days The month will be completely healed."
Zhou Feng nodded, his voice gradually became hoarse, "Mom, let my eyes heal and let me take the scientific examination!"
