For the next period of time, Qi Yue was also busy with spring ploughing, and basically spent his time on the fields. He Ling never saw each other again. After all, not all their fields were next to each other.
On the other hand, He Zhen had met several times. His purpose was obvious, and Qi Yue was not a fool, so he naturally understood.
After the spring ploughing, the talents in the village can finally breathe a sigh of relief. They only need to go to the fields occasionally to take care of them. They don’t have to stay in the field all day long, and they will have more free time to chat with each other.
But these have nothing to do with He Ling. He still has unfinished work every day. After washing and drying his clothes today, he went into the mountains with a rope and a machete. He ran out of firewood at home. , If he didn't make it up quickly, he would have to be scolded again if he delayed making dinner.
His strength is not so great, and he can't carry as much firewood every time, so he has to travel a few more times to burn the house for a few days. But also because of the time spent in this way, Qian Shi said that he was hiding in the mountains to be lazy.
He couldn't argue, and he would be scolded even worse. Fortunately, he was used to it, and he was still sad when he was young, but now he doesn't care much.
He Ling squatted on the ground, tied up the firewood he just chopped, and carried the bundle of firewood back.
The neighing of horses was heard not far away, He Ling stopped what he was doing, listened carefully, and heard a few more hooves stepping on the ground, not far from him.
He got up and looked in that direction, where a horse was standing, kicking the ground with one front hoof from time to time, and no one else was seen near it.
He Ling knew whose horse it was, and there was only one person in the entire Gushui Village who owned a horse, but he didn't understand why the horse was here but that person wasn't there.
After hesitating for a while, he still walked over to the horse. As he got closer, he realized that it didn't seem right. While kicking the ground, he also shook his head and snorted from time to time, which seemed very irritable.
He took another two steps forward, but he didn't dare to get too close. He had only seen horses from a distance before, and he had never been so close before, so he was still a little scared, not to mention this horse. The mood doesn't seem to be stable yet.
When the horse saw someone approaching, it didn't run away. Instead, it raised its front hooves at him, which had been kicking on the ground. He Ling looked down and didn't quite understand. Raise his front hooves at him.
He Ling seemed to understand a little bit, and tentatively walked to it, seeing that he didn't respond, he knelt on the ground and reached out to touch its front hoof. stand up.
He Ling put its hoof on his leg and took a closer look, and found that there was a thorn in the calf near the hoof, he was relieved.
There are many thorns in the mountain, and sometimes he will be stabbed if he is not careful. Although it is not very painful, it is really annoying.
He rubbed the thorn, and carefully wiped off the blood that came out with his sleeve, then patted the horse's calf lightly, "Is this comfortable?"
The horse lowered his head and rubbed lightly on the side of his face, the breath sprayed on his neck, making it itchy.
He Ling raised his hand and stroked its cheek, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile opened up, like the first red plum blossoming in winter, bringing a dazzling surprise in the plain white snow.
The busy days passed, when Qi Yue had nothing to do, he would take Mu Yan to let the wind out in the forest, and he would also find some useful herbs to bring back.
Mu Yan is smart, and he won't keep it beside him. As he runs in the woods, when he leaves, he will whistle to call it back.
Today, he blew the whistle, but Mu Yan was not seen for a long time. He felt a little strange in his heart, thinking that he had run away? They followed the hoof prints in the woods to find them.
After a while, he stopped, and the smile on his face grew thicker.
He Ling held the horse's head and played with it for a while, then gently pushed it away and stood up, "I have to go, you go to your master too!"
"It's called Muyan!" He Ling was startled by the sudden voice, he turned to look, and Qi Yue was walking over, "Are you guys still getting along happily?"
As Qi Yue approached, He Ling took two steps back and kept a certain distance from him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't touch your horse casually!"
Qi Yue raised his hand and touched Mu Yan's head, and said with a smile, "No problem, it rarely wants to be close to people!"
"Then... I'll go first!" He Ling turned around, trotted to the firewood that he had left behind, picked it up and carried it on his back.
"I'll see you off!" Qi Yue followed him and stretched out his hand to take his firewood.
He Ling dodged and avoided his hand, "Qi Yue!"
Qi Yue's hand paused. This was the first time he called his name. He couldn't tell how he felt, but his heart was itching.
"I know you are kind-hearted and a good person. You want to help me, but..." He Ling tightened his hand on the rope. "For your own reputation, it's better for you to stay away from me!"
"Kindness?" Qi Yue never knew that these two words could be on his own. What he lacked the most was the so-called compassion, "How do you know I'm not profiting?"
"Profits? If I have anything else to make others think about, I won't be in this situation!" There is nothing good about him, because he has nothing, "I'm going back, Qi Yue, thank you !"
He Ling's figure gradually disappeared from Qi Yue's sight, and his smile became meaningful, "Perhaps, I have a lot of plans for you!"
He Ling came home with firewood on his back, went straight into the stove, unloaded the firewood and placed it on the pile.
Today, the Qian family took He Zhen to the town in the village's Zhao family's ox cart to buy items. He Tian and his eldest son, He Fu, and his younger son, He Gui, went to have a drink. They were afraid that it would be late at night. Liu brought his three-year-old son back to his parents' home to visit his sick mother. It was estimated that he would stay for a few days. Only his second sister-in-law, Zheng, was in the room to take care of his one-year-old daughter.
It's rare that there is no one at home today, and it's rare that it's quiet. He Ling feels that he can take a breath, and he doesn't need to be so tense, lest he's done something wrong.
However, after relaxing, the work still has to be done quickly, it is getting late, Qian Shi and the others are afraid that it is time to come back.
Sure enough, as soon as He Ling cooked the rice, he heard movement in the yard, and Qian started to call him, "He Ling! Did you cook?! I'm starving to death!"
He put the lid on the pot and walked out of the stove, "Auntie, the rice is already cooked, I'll serve it up!"
Qian Shi nodded at him indiscriminately, and went into the house to put things away. He Ling was about to turn around and go back to the kitchen, but was stopped.
He Zhen walked in front of him and turned around. He was wearing a goose yellow shirt. It looked like he had just bought it, which made his face even more delicate, "Do I look good?"
He Ling nodded, "Good-looking!"
He Zhen looked at the coarse clothes on his body, it was her own old clothes, it was too torn and there were patches everywhere, but he still looked beautiful, He Zhen took another step forward, "Then Are you beautiful, or am I beautiful?"
Because of premature birth, he always worked hard to get enough food later. He Ling was thinner than the average brother. He Zhen was three years younger than him, but nearly half a head taller than him, and his skeleton was bigger than him. Talking to him so close made him a little depressed, "You... you look good!"
He Zhen showed a satisfied smile, "You come to my room after dinner, I have something for you to do!"
"Understood!" He Ling replied softly, and when he saw him returning to the house, he went into the kitchen to serve the meal.
There were not many people eating at night, so there was no noise in the past. He Ling shrunk and sat at the corner of the table, not daring to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and just buried his head to drink the soup from his bowl. When he eats every day, he feels the most difficult time. Sitting with these people makes every inch of his body uncomfortable.
After eating, He Ling washed the dishes and chopsticks, remembered what He Zhen had said to him before, and sighed, even though he didn't want to, he still went to his room.
Seeing him, He Zhen handed a cloth bag to him, "You embroider a purse for me!"
He Ling opened the cloth bag, and there was a small piece of silver-white silk cloth and a few balls of silk thread inside. Embroidering things for He Zhen is a common thing, and he was not surprised, so he nodded to show that he knew.
He Zhen took out another piece of paper from her sleeve, unfolded it and handed it to him, "Embroider this word!"
He Ling took it over and took a closer look. He was illiterate, he just thought the word was beautifully written, but he didn't know what it was.
"This is the word Yue!" He Zhen smiled shyly. This word was written for him by the shopkeeper when he bought embroidery thread today. He described the word he had seen on Qi Yue's purse. The shopkeeper wrote this for him, "Qi Yue's Yue!"
He Ling paused while holding the paper and embroidered that person's name on it, then it was self-evident who the purse was for, but, "Isn't it rash to give something to a guy like this..."
A slap in the face interrupted He Ling's words. He covered his slapped cheek and lowered his head.
"He Ling, are you trying to say I'm shameless?" He Zhen grabbed his wrist and pulled him a step toward her, "Or, did you like him too?!"
"No... No!" He Ling hurriedly shook his head, he just subconsciously persuaded, and there was no other meaning.
"Better not!" He Zhen pushed him away, "I went to town for a day today, and I'm all dirty. I have to take a shower. I'm afraid there isn't enough water at home, so go pick two more buckets!"
He Ling had only picked up water in the daytime, and taking a bath must be enough, but he knew that He Zhen was deliberately making things difficult for him, just to find an excuse.