Du Wanchun was stunned on the spot, looking at him with her round eyes. At this moment, her heart seemed to have stopped, she couldn't breathe, and her head went blank.
Zhou Ruiyuan seemed to have lost his mind, holding her hand tightly and looking at her quietly.
Under the moonlight, in the green farmyard of the farmhouse, two people looked at each other silently.
There are no precious pens and ink, no gorgeous clothes, only swaying oil lamps and stingy moonlight, but at this moment, both the fallen leaves and the breeze are sweet.
Zhou Ruiyuan was the first to react. He quickly let go of Du Wanchun's hand and turned his face away from her, his ears red: "It's getting late. I'll teach you tomorrow night."
Du Wanchun came to his senses, turned sideways, and responded in a low voice: "Well, my husband should rest early."
After she said that, she got up like a frightened rabbit and trotted back to the house.
By the time she got inside the house, her face was already red and bleeding, and her heart was beating fast into her throat. ?.?????.???
It was obviously a cool night, but she felt an inexplicable heat, and her body became trembling under the extreme tension. She quickly took off her coat and got into her quilt, covering her head and face with the quilt, all her thoughts were in her mind. It was Zhou Ruiyuan's profile and warm breath just now.
She held her chest, feeling ripples in her heart.
This night was another sleepless night.
In spring, it gets brighter and earlier every day.
Du Wanchun felt like it was dawn just after he fell asleep.
She vaguely smelled a faint scent of flowers, slowly got up, put on her clothes and walked outside.
I saw Mrs. Zhou playing with flowers and plants.
Du Wanchun came over and asked, "Mom, what is this?"
Aunt Zhou smiled and said, "These are the flowers I just picked on the mountain, and I'm going to use them to make fragrant dew."
Du Wanchun said happily: "Mom, can these flowers be used to make fragrant dew?"
Aunt Zhou nodded, "Yes, yes, but I don't pick many flowers. It would be nice if I could pick more flowers."
Du Wanchun picked up a flower, smelled it, and said with a smile, "Mom, I will pick it with you later."
Aunt Zhou turned around and took out the tortillas that had been prepared long ago. She said with a smile: "You, eat breakfast first."
Du Wanchun took the cake, glanced into the room, and asked, "Where are my husband and the others?"
Aunt Zhou glanced towards the backyard and said, "Ruiyuan is chopping wood in the backyard."
Then he looked outside the house and said, "Zhao'er took Feng'er to the fields."
As she said this, she suddenly remembered something, "Wan Chun, your stepmother has given birth."
Du Wanchun was a little surprised, "When we went there yesterday, she wasn't born yet."
Aunt Zhou whispered: "The baby was born after you left yesterday. I heard from the villagers that a girl was born, a girl with six fingers."
Du Wanchun lamented, "My father has been looking forward to having a son, but it seems that he has failed."
"It's more than a failure. He was so angry that he left the child to your aunt to raise." Aunt Zhou frowned as she spoke, showing great disdain for Du Dajiang's behavior.
"You said they are all your own children, why doesn't he know how to feel sorry for you?" She shook her head, stood up and put all the flowers she collected in the basket next door.
Du Wanchun quickly finished the tortillas, took the basket from the backyard, and followed Aunt Zhou up the mountain.
The mountains in Changliu Village are not high, they are all small hills, but the woods inside are dense and wild animals often appear. Generally, few people go to the mountains.
Du Wanchun and Aunt Zhou met people from the Meng family in the village on their way to the mountain.
The Meng family is a well-known squire in the village, with dozens of acres of fertile land and a large house.
The Meng family had met Aunt Zhou two years ago and had always wanted to take her as a concubine.
Aunt Meng was an illiterate farm girl, but a strong-willed person. After hearing about this incident, she cried, made trouble, and hanged herself at Zhou's house, which made her family restless.
Aunt Zhou had never thought about being a concubine. She only wanted to live an honest life here with her three sons, so she never agreed.
Uncle Meng refused to let go, and in the end it was Aunt Zhou who forced her to die to give up his idea.
After this incident passed, she not only offended Aunt Meng, but also offended Uncle Meng.
The couple often made trouble for their family when they had nothing to do, which also made life difficult for the Zhou family in Changliu Village.
Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng were returning from their daughter's house. When they saw Aunt Zhou, they stopped the carriage and called her: "Old Zhou family, where are you going?"
Aunt Zhou ignored them and pulled Du Wanchun forward at a faster pace.
Aunt Meng snorted coldly in the carriage: "Isn't it just that you have a good face? You are not a widow, so what is there to be proud of!"
Uncle Meng sat next to her, not daring to speak.
Aunt Meng kicked him, "Hurry up and leave!"
Uncle Meng quickly pulled the reins and continued to drive the carriage forward.
When the two came to the Zhou family's land, they suddenly stopped.
Aunt Meng stuck her head out and said, "Old man, I heard from the Chen family that they returned the land to the Zhou family. Let's go and see what they planted in the land."
