After dawn, Xiwei's sun shines warmly on Zhao Lanxiang's body.
She twisted her neck, her thick eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.
She found herself sleeping in the grove they used to meet, leaning against the big tree. And her head was resting on He Songbai's broad shoulders. She narrowed her eyes and stretched.
"Brother Bo, morning."
Seeing that she was awake, He Songbai pulled her up, and followed her silently along the tree-lined path all the way home.
For several days, Zhao Lanxiang followed He Songbai to guard the Guchang. The original Guchang Shuangshu was Zhao Lanxiang and Jiang Li. In the eyes of the male educated youth, it was a pleasing landscape. Tired of work, look over there, more energetic than eating. After Jiang Li left, Pan Yu came to guard the field, and the educated youths gradually discovered the beauty of this girl who was studying in the county middle school.
But she only came for one day, which made many people feel a pity.
However, when they thought that Miss Pan had reached the age to say kiss, they had hope again in their hearts. When all the food is sold, and then I use my family's savings to collect it, I will always be able to collect enough money for the betrothal gift, but I don't know if this girl Pan, who is in middle school, looks down on her.
The millet has been sun-dried for three to four days, and the trolleys for the public grain were pushed to the county in an endless stream. Li Dali and Li Laifu decided to "falsely report the data". This year's total output increased by 48% compared with last year, but the reported number was the same as last year. About the same, only worth about a ton more.
One morning after the public grain was handed over, when He Songbai just came back from the pig farm and was about to rest, there was a knock on his door.
He thought it was the target's "raid", so he lay on the bed and pretended not to move.
After a while, his door rattled again. Only then did He Songbai realize that it was not the target. If it was her, she would just knock on the door to inform him politely, and the second time, she directly broke into the door.
He Songbai put on his clothes and went to open the door.
A person who was unexpectedly impossible stood in front of him.
Pan Yu was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt. In the unbearably hot summer, she wore it as if it had passed the late autumn early. The huge clothes were rather lonely on her body. She is too thin, her healthy complexion no longer exists, and her whole body seems to be salvaged from a deep well, clammy and pale.
He Songbai was extremely surprised and didn't know what to say, so he had to say, "Are you sick?"
Pan Yu shook his head.
She pursed her pale lips, didn't say anything, but threw herself into He Songbai's arms, and her tears rushed down.
"Brother Bai, I'll ask you again, can you marry me?"
He Songbai felt a pain in the back of his head, his temples jumped abruptly, he pushed the person away with a dark face, but her body trembled, and the two huge shoulder blades behind him seemed to be overwhelmed, as if he pushed the whole body. People will be torn apart.
He quickly grabbed the person and helped him aside, he said sincerely: "I have a partner."
"Happy her from the bottom of my heart. What you have for me is just dependence, not love."
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After Zhao Lanxiang made breakfast, he planned to ask He Songbai to eat it. As soon as she walked into the room, she heard He Songbai's voice.
She pushed open the door to see, and the woman in the blue coat turned back suddenly, with tears in her eyes, dull and dazed.
She has black hair and a melon-seeded face. Although she is thin, her chest is well developed. Eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls are always the most youthful and at the best age in their lives. Pan Yu's tearful turning back made Zhao Lanxiang's smile stop. She was about to speak when the woman passed by her and disappeared like a kite with a broken string.
He Songbai's forehead was sweating. He felt sensitively that he was about to usher in a violent storm. His lips wriggled twice and explained:
"Lanxiang, don't you..."
Zhao Lanxiang's heels seemed to stick to the ground, and she never looked back, and He Songbai couldn't see her face clearly.
He walked over, grabbed the subject's hand, and looked down into her eyes.
After a long while, Zhao Lanxiang came back to his senses.
She was holding fire in her heart, like a volcano erupting immediately, her face was calm and terrifyingly quiet.
But the look back at Pan Yu before he left shocked her, so much so that she was immersed in Pan Yu's desperate eyes and reminisced for a long time.
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head.
"I don't want to be mad at you."
She paused and said, "But you have to tell me one by one, what's the matter with you?"
He Songbai scratched his head when he heard the words, and said embarrassedly, "Just, I just said a lot of words and asked me to ask her to be a mother-in-law."
"I made it clear to her."
Zhao Lanxiang recalled the scene before her attack in the grove last time, and Pan Yu also escaped from the grove with tears in her eyes. She believed He Songbai's words and beat him angrily.
"He Songbai, you really are going to turn the world upside down. You are so poor and you have the ability to provoke bees and butterflies. Give me a good reflection!"
He Songbai's dark eyes dimmed. He turned his head and glanced at his cabinet, and then at the object of anger.
"Don't be angry, to have a good person like you, I must have burned the high incense for three lifetimes. I am a poor boy who is only lame and can see it!"
He Songbai made another call to coax the target.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his helpless and innocent appearance, who wanted to take out his heart, and the fire in his heart subsided.
"Let's have breakfast." He Songbai touched the subject's head and said.
Zhao Lanxiang went to call the eldest sister and Sanya, while He Songbai took a step behind and silently took out the box in his drawer and threw it away, but after weighing it, he felt that it would be better to give it to someone else another day.
The busy days were like running water. He Songbai, like an indefatigable machine, continued to run for a day, forgetting the matter of returning the box.
Zhao Lanxiang lay in bed at night and had a nightmare.
The moment she dreamed that she walked out of He Songbai's house, the scene in front of her immediately turned into a rushing river. She heard the crowd shouting: "Come on someone - I'm a Jade Emperor full of gods, disrespectful and disrespectful."
The superstitious peasant knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, pulling a drowning ghost out of the water.
The corpse's jet-black hair was like tangled water plants underwater, the body was swollen, and there was a foul smell. However, farmers who are born to deal with pig dung and cow dung have long been accustomed to the smell, and they salvage people from the water without disgust.
In the end, they peeled off the body of the water ghost and used it to identify it, and the Pan family ran over in embarrassment and burst into tears.
"Er Ya, Er Ya - my darling meat Er Ya."
"Why did you become like this?"
It turned out to be Pan Yu.
Zhao Lanxiang was so shocked that she covered her mouth, the crowd squeezed her body, and her head fainted for a while.
When she woke up and opened her eyes, Zhao Lanxiang found that it was late at night.
She recalled that she was dreaming just now. But the moment she woke up from her dizziness, she had an inexplicable sense of reality. Pan Yuhua's expression of crying and crying was vivid in her mind, and even the tactile sensation of the crowd squeezing her was so real. She never believed in cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and when she remembered the adventure of her own rebirth, she jumped up.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart palpitated so badly that her heart was beating non-stop. She quickly pushed away the quilt and went to find He Songbai before she could even put on her shoes.
He Songbai was dressed at this moment, holding a flashlight in his hand, and was about to leave for the pig farm.
I saw the subject suddenly rushed into his house and asked him with a face covering his face: "What did Pan Yu tell you during the day?"
He Songbai was extremely embarrassed.
Pan Yu's tearful expression appeared in front of him in the morning. She said, "Comrade He, you are a good person."
"They can't understand the precious qualities in you. I'm sorry for you. I'm a coward, and I will always be a coward... I just want you to help me keep a secret."
He Songbai shook his head solemnly.
Zhao Lanxiang was angry and fell into an extremely terrifying calm.
She stared at him and said slowly, "If you insist not to tell me, I'll pack up and go back to G city right away."
"If we don't even have this bit of trust between us, I'm afraid I don't need to stay-"
Before Zhao Lanxiang could finish her words, He Songbai blocked her mouth. He said helplessly: "You unreasonable mother-in-law, I admit it too."
"Don't say such things again in the future, I'm saddened to hear that."
He took out the box he had forgotten in the cabinet, "Actually, I didn't say anything, just said something about wanting to be my wife."
"Give me this and go."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly opened the box, and there was a letter and some scattered banknotes, wrinkled and musty. She glanced at He Songbai.
When He Songbai saw the money, his head suddenly hurt. He didn't do anything, and he had the illusion that he had become a heartless man.
Zhao Lanxiang tore the envelope and opened the letter.
As she took it apart, she asked He Songbai, "She gave you these things, why don't you look at them?"
He Songbai was feeling guilty at the moment. He wanted to raise his hands to clear the relationship. He said honestly, "When she gave it to me, she told me to look at it again the day after tomorrow. I didn't want it, I'm going to give it back to her."
After reading the letter, Zhao Lanxiang said with emotion: "I know now that she really knows you."
This letter is Pan Yu's suicide note. In the letter, she spoke to He Songbai in a tone that she had passed away. Pan Yu really believed that He Songbai had no intention of her, and he might not even think about opening the box. Dare to put the suicide note in He Songbai with confidence.
When the news of her accident came out, he should open the box and take a look.
He Songbai's expression suddenly changed when he heard the subject's words, he leaned up to take a look.
I saw the last paragraph on the white letter: "The money I have saved over the years is not much, I just leave it to you, whether you can use it to buy a decent piece of clothing, or buy some meat to eat during the festival, these are all mine. Sorry for you. You are the most valuable comrade I have ever known. I am gone, Comrade He, I hope you will come through all your hardships and have a smooth and safe life."
After reading the letter, Zhao Lanxiang stared at the date of signing and read it through again.
She remembered the scene she saw in her dream. The corpse was swollen and swollen in the daytime. It was estimated that Pan Yu's suicide was a matter of the past few days. In addition, she asked He Songbai to "see the day after tomorrow", that is, today and tomorrow. things are up. Zhao Lanxiang didn't know what God meant for her to see this scene, but this year has been calm and peaceful, and the bad luck of He Songbai, who she was waiting for, has not revealed any traces.
At this moment, she had an inexplicable intuition, and she said to He Songbai: "Today, don't go to work, just stare at Pan Yu."
"It's a pity that she, a lesbian with a promising future, had the idea of committing suicide."
He Songbo paused, hesitated for a long time, and then, with his sworn conscience, told the object in detail what happened in the cornfield the year before. He said: "The year before last, one night, I was so hungry that I wanted to go out and grab some corn leaves to eat. But I came across the scene of Pan Yu being pulled. It was so dark that I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but Beat him hard..."
Zhao Lanxiang recalled while listening to He Songbai's description, no wonder he always reluctant to let her travel alone at night.
Before her eyes, He Songbai suddenly turned his face angrily the night he dug out her grandmother's wooden box.
"Didn't your parents teach you that girls can't run around at night?"
Zhao Lanxiang recalled the little-known bitterness and darkness behind the female educated youth who went to the countryside described in the newspapers.
She couldn't help but shivered, pursing her lips, and the expression on her face became colder.
He Songbai comforted her and said, "Don't be afraid, Lanxiang, I will protect you and prevent you from losing a single strand of hair."
He recalled for a moment and said, "That man couldn't beat me. Last time, if he didn't have enough food and his head was dizzy, I let him slip away. Otherwise, I'm sure I can beat him to death and grab him. come out."
He Songbai was calm and authentic.
Zhao Lanxiang listened to his words, her heart throbbed, and she stared anxiously.
"Bad people have their own rules, and they will be punished by the law. You don't need to vent your anger. I'll put the harsh words in front of you, and you're not allowed to fight any more. If you come back to the way you used to be, I have to reconsider us. Whether the relationship can last forever.”
He Songbai was extremely helpless after hearing this.
He said sincerely: "It's just an analogy, I just want to tell you not to be afraid, I will protect you."
Zhao Lanxiang folded the letter and urged He Songbai: "You go to Pan Yu's house right now to guard, and when it's dawn, I'll call her over to talk and untie her."
He Songbai couldn't help kissing her.
"My Xiangxiang is so nice, kind-hearted and smart."
He Songbai's delicate thoughts were all spent on the pig farm, and during the day he didn't see anything wrong with Pan Yu at all. But his Lanxiang saw it, and he was not blinded by jealousy, and guessed that something was wrong.
Zhao Lanxiang patted He Songbai on the shoulder, and said, "Put a cake pad on your stomach, and I'll go for you when it's dawn."
Saying that, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his profile.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: There is a profession that kills several people every year.
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Brother Bo: "..."
Jiang Jianjun, who was suddenly in pain: "..."
Pingshengjun: I originally wanted to write about Pan Yu, but it was too tragic to think about it.
The following series of chain reactions have made many people cry (Pan Yu in his previous life really died)
However, after thinking about it for a long time, I was reluctant.
So, Brother Bo Xiangxiang, come on,
Open the altar to catch demons!