Spring scenery in the fields

"I'm fine. I'm not going back. I want to go to the market with you."

Ji Wenhe continued walking forward, and fearing that he would really send him back, he started to jog.

"Don't run, slow down, don't rush."

It would be better if she didn't say it, because once she said it she felt like she was slowing him down.

"I'm sorry, Brother Shen. I said I wouldn't cause you any trouble, but now I still want you to slow down and wait for me."

She hung her head, looking depressed.

Shen Rongshan followed her and raised his right hand: "I am walking too fast, hold my sleeve, let's slow down."

Ji Wenhe looked at the hand at his side. It was big and rough, but it made people feel safe.

While grabbing his sleeve, he asked worriedly, "If others see this, will they say something unpleasant?"

"Yes, but they don't dare to say it to our faces."

She chuckled, causing him to look down.

Ji Wenhe raised his head and looked at his profile as he turned away: "They are afraid of you. If they tell you, will you beat them?"

Shen Rongshan did not answer her, but asked: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"truth."

Looking ahead, she replied: "I was scared at first, but later I wasn't scared anymore."

He added: "I'm not afraid of you because of the scar on your face."

Shen Rongshan looked at her out of the corner of his eye: "The scar on my face is very ugly. Many people are afraid of it or even disgusted by it."

Thinking back to when he rescued her from the river, the first time she saw herself, her eyes were filled with fear.

"I don't dislike you." Ji Wenhe felt that this was a bit ambiguous, so he changed his words and said, "I mean I don't dislike the scar on your face."

"At first I didn't know you, and you had a cold face all day long. I never saw you smile. We were not familiar with each other, so I was afraid of strange men."

Later, as we got along, I found that he was actually very easy to get along with, completely different from what he appeared to be. Gradually, I no longer felt afraid of him.

"Brother Shen, can you tell me how you got the scar on your face?"

Shen Rongshan raised his hand and touched the scar on his face: "This scar was left when I first went to the battlefield. The doctor said that my face was injured and I will never be able to laugh as happily as before."

I can smile slightly, but I can't make big movements.

Ji Wenhe raised his head and looked at the scar, with a flash of pain in his eyes: "It must have been very painful at the time."

"It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel any pain. At that time, I thought I would die on the battlefield, but when I thought of my two younger brothers at home, I couldn't die."

He fought his way out and survived on the battlefield.

"After that, Yuanshan and the others told me that you were forced to be a soldier, which is different from volunteering to join the army."

Shen Rongshan recalled the difficult days in the army.

Since he didn't answer for a long time, I thought he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't ask any more questions.

After a long time, he said calmly: "The military doctor is very busy, and we can't hire one. It was a fellow soldier who saved my life with the hemostatic medicine he brought with him."

After using the hemostatic drug, he could only squeeze into the tent with a dozen people, waiting for the wound to fester and expand and wait for death. Fortunately, he was lucky and survived.

Ji Wenhe withdrew his gaze from his face: "That person is a very good person, willing to help you."

On the battlefield, you could get injured at any time, and I'm afraid few people would be willing to take out the hemostatic drugs they carry with them.

But in that situation, even if you don’t take it out, others have no right to say anything. After all, your own life is the most important.

Shen Rongshan understood and was always grateful to him, and later when they went to the battlefield, the two supported each other.

Ji Wenhe grabbed his sleeve and comforted him: "Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future."

At this time, a bullock cart passed by them, and a man on the cart said "eh", and then he was heard saying.

"This guy looks so familiar. Is he the kid from Shenjia Village who learned hunting from the hunter in our village?"

Several people in the car looked over and someone replied, "Looks like it, it seems to be it."

"Is that his new wife next to him?"

The car was getting farther and farther away, and their conversation became increasingly inaudible.

Ji Wenhe heard a sentence: Didn’t he die on the battlefield? It turns out he is not dead.

He frowned unhappily. Who on earth spread the rumor that he died on the battlefield? What was the intention of the person who spread the rumor?

A good person, but he insisted on cursing others to die on the battlefield.

Looking up, I saw that he looked calm and didn't show any unhappy expression. I asked softly, "Do you know who is spreading rumors about you..."

Shen Rongshan nodded: "Yes."

"Who is it?" Ji Wenhe was curious.

He turned to look at her, as if hesitating whether to speak or not.

A possibility flashed through my mind: "Is it the village's second-rate guy?"

The only person who made him hesitate to speak out was probably the second-rate guy who had teased her before. He was afraid that she would be scared or unhappy if he told her about it, so he hesitated.

really.

He said, "It was him. After he saved you that day, I found him at night and beat him up. I don't know where he went and he never came back to the village."

If it weren't for the fact that they were from the same village, he would have broken his leg without hesitation.

Ji Wenhe was curious: "He doesn't dare to come back. Is he afraid of running into you and afraid that you will beat him up?"

He did a lot of bad things, burned down someone's house, and spread rumors that he died outside.

"I don't know. He is not well-received in the village. Villagers avoid him when they see him."

There was a left turn ahead, and Shen Rongshan looked behind him and saw no cars, so he pulled her to the other side and continued.

"When he returned to the village, every household dared not leave someone at home, for fear that he would steal things."

"Where are his family members?" Ji Wenhe was puzzled. "Is there no one at home who can control him?"

"His mother had a difficult birth, so she kept him as a baby, and the father and son lived together in the family."

Shen Rongshan also heard what his parents said when they were gossiping, and he never asked in detail.

"So that's it."

There is only the father in the family. He has to play the role of both father and mother. He has to work in the fields, so how can he have the time to educate the children?

The villagers raise their children in a free-range manner. The boys hang out with children from outside the village all day long, strolling here and there.

"Brother Shen, when life gets better in the future, will the private school in the village still be open?"

The only scholar in the surrounding area, whose family had some means, would send their children to Shenjia Village.

"I don't think so. Uncle is old now and I'm afraid he is powerless."

When Shen Rongshan came back, he went to see him. He looked much older and no longer had the spirit he used to have. To put it bluntly, he looked like a dying man.

The two chatted on the way and arrived in town before noon.

Anhe Town.

Looking at the three big signs on the city gate, Ji Wenhe's legs went weak, he supported his knees with his hands, gasped, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

"Let's take a break and then go into the town." Shen Rongshan looked around, looking for a stone to sit on.

"No, Brother Shen, let's go in and sell the pheasant while there are so many people around."

There were not enough people and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sell them.

Ji Wenhe straightened up and swallowed his saliva: "Let's go, Brother Shen."

Seeing this, Shen Rongshan stopped forcing her and strode forward, walking side by side with her.