Sweet 80s

After hanging up the phone, Liang Fengshou got on his motorcycle and drove quickly towards the village.

On a sunny afternoon, the sky suddenly turned dark, the wind blew, and thunder and lightning struck.

In a short while, small raindrops like millions of arrows fell rapidly on the ground, forming tiny channels.

At this time, pedestrians on the street were looking for shelter to avoid the sudden rain.

A few flashes of lightning flashed, there was a loud thunder, a thunder exploded on the roof, and in an instant heavy rain fell from the sky.

When Liang Fengshou passed by a roadside gatehouse, a strong wind blew up the rain cloth covering the ground to block the wheat grains.

The rain sheet swung into various shapes with the wind and flew towards Liang Fengshou.

In order to avoid being blocked by the tarpaulin, he suddenly turned to the left.

The rain made the ground extremely slippery, and because the car was going too fast, the handlebars in his hands were shaking frequently.

In an instant, the balance of the motorcycle was completely broken.

As the rear wheels skidded sideways, the whole car overturned and Liang Fengshou fell heavily to the ground.

Who would have thought that life is as unpredictable as what is sung in the opera.

After he fell to the ground, his body swung to the middle of the road, and the rain splashing on the ground blurred his vision.

Just as he was feeling thankful that he was unharmed, Liang Fengshou looked up and saw into the distance.

A dozen meters away, a huge vehicle was driving towards him.

The black-patterned, wide and heavy tires did not stop the car from moving forward despite an extremely harsh brake application.

Liang Fengshou watched helplessly as the truck that couldn't avoid the truck ran over him...

Drop, drop, drop...

In the hospital ward, Liang's mother had cried until she had no more strength left, and a few strands of white hair occasionally fell down from her temples.

His face was pale, and his expression was painful and helpless, as if all hope had been shattered and he no longer had the courage to shout.

His body was trembling slightly, and he curled up in the chair beside him without saying a word.

Only Liang Xiaozao could hear the dull whimpering sound from her throat from time to time as she suppressed her emotions strongly.

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Fengshou on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes.

After experiencing such a terrifying scene, he was extremely grateful that he was still alive.

Little did he know that soon, for the first time in his life, he would experience what it meant to live a life worse than death.

Liang Xiaozao's husband Zhang Desheng gently pushed the door open.

Holding the medical record in his hand, he glanced at the bed and found that Liang Fengshou had his eyes open and was shouting excitedly at Liang Xiaozao.

"Xiaozao, Fengshou has woken up."

At this time, Liang's mother's lost expression eased a little.

She pushed Liang Xiaozao away and squeezed next to her son's bed and asked with concern.

"How's the harvest, what do you think?"

I just had the surgery and the anesthetic effect hasn't worn off yet.

At this moment, apart from feeling tired as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on his body, he didn't have much else to feel.

Looking at her speechless brother, Liang Xiaozao turned to her husband Zhang Desheng and said, "Go, call a doctor."

Zhang Desheng is an honest farmer. Although he is not as eloquent as his brother-in-law Wang Bin, he listens to his wife's words.

After the examination, the doctor found nothing wrong and just told the patient to rest. He also repeatedly reminded the family to do a good job of psychological support for the injured person.

Liang Fengshou seemed to feel more energetic after listening to everyone's words, and even wanted to sit up by supporting himself with his arms.

With the help of Zhang Desheng, Liang Fengshou just raised his upper body slightly and his eyes fell on the hospital bed.

It was as if I was struck by an unknown lightning bolt, and a powerful and strange electric current instantly passed through my body.

Liang Fengshou stared at his left leg. There was nothing below the joint.

The cross-sectional wound was wrapped in thick white gauze, and some bright red blood had seeped out from the bottom layer of the gauze.

At this moment, he seemed not to understand what was happening, and his eyes moved from his left leg to his healthy and intact right leg.

After repeated comparisons several times.

His eyes were wide open to their physiological limit, and his eyes, which had been kept open for a long time, were filled with tears that were caused by the cornea being stimulated to protect itself.

Liang's mother thought that her son couldn't accept it and was shedding tears of grief. She felt very regretful and advised her son to be more open-minded.

Next.

It was only after rounds of persuasion and guidance from his eldest sister and taciturn brother-in-law that he was pushed into hell at that moment.

Liang Fengshou had to face the reality of amputation due to a car accident.

He didn't cry or shout, and his face didn't show any emotion.

He just lay down slowly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the voices in his ears gradually replaced by sharp tinnitus.

When life is ruthlessly stripped away, the body is no longer perfect.

His heart was like a deserted castle, empty and lonely. His faith, once as strong as steel, suddenly collapsed and ceased to exist...

The weather forecast was accurate.

The rain only fell in some counties.

The village where Lin Xiangdong lives was not affected by the rain and the temperature was still extremely hot.

But it is the best thing for harvesting and drying wheat, but the farmers working in the wheat fields will suffer.

Time never stops, life never ends.

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

With the cuckoo's repeated urging, the Lin family had no time to take a nap.

After lunch, the women cleared the table and the men prepared other tools that could be used, such as sickles, shovels, brooms, rakes and flatbed carts.

Everyone hung a towel around their neck to wipe sweat.

On the way to the wheat fields, the villagers greeted each other.

The last time the village was so lively was during the Chinese New Year.

The men were the first to arrive at the wheat field.

Reaping wheat is the most tiring job. Everyone has a sickle in their hands, and they cut down the endless wheat with one sickle after another.

My waist is sore, my legs are stiff, I am sweating all over, and I feel like wheat thorns are pricking my body.

Considering the old age of his father Lin Sifang, he was advised to just sit aside and rest.

Lin Sifang chuckled and wiped the sweat from his face with his dry and dark hands.

"You little brats have grown up and you really don't think highly of your daddy anymore."

After saying this, he bent down, and every movement seemed so skillful and coordinated.

Lin Sifang's eyes were focused and enthusiastic. He held the sickle tightly in his hand with the blade facing outward. He gently pulled along the root of the wheat stalk, and the wheat fell down obediently.

After finishing each row, he would straighten up, wipe the sweat from his forehead with the towel draped over his shoulders, and look at his results with satisfaction.

Yes, farmers never stop working for a single day.

Rest when you are tired, and continue working after you have rested.

There is never any work to be done.

Seeing that their father's hands were still as fast as in the early years, Lin Xiangguo and Lin Xiangdong brothers quickly got involved.

My second brother-in-law Xu Cheng took a gulp of water, laughed foolishly, and joined the "war" of wheat harvest.

Throughout the wheat field, the rustling sound of wheat being harvested could be heard one after another.

Their arms waved rhythmically, the sweat on their foreheads glistened in the sun, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly cut wheat.

Although it was hard work, his face was filled with a smile of satisfaction and joy.

Afterwards, the women brought more water and food, and after the logistics support was in place, they also traveled through the wheat fields together.

Holding a sickle, with his back to the sun, he bent down and quickly cut the wheat.

Interwoven with sweat, soil, wheat fragrance and sunshine, it forms a rare picture unique to a major grain-producing province.

Grandma Li Xiuzhi pulled out the flatbed cart that was rarely used at home, and when the wheat was almost harvested, she would use it to transport the wheat to the threshing ground one trip at a time.

In such a flatbed truck, the body and the deck are separated.

When not in use, the car board can be placed at the door or against the wall, in a place where it will not get in the way.

When using it, it is just like assembling a toy. Just place the car panel on the wheels and it can be used immediately.

This is very new for children who have been born and raised in the city.

Lin Xianghong's daughter Xu Yuanyuan is three years older than Dabao and is stronger.

She took the initiative to help Li Xiuzhi slowly place the car board on the wheels and secure it.

One old man and three children, the four of them walked towards the wheat field.

Just as people were working silently in the fields with their heads down to harvest, a string of women's laughter like silver bells came from a path not far away.

The woman from the Lin family was tying up and sorting the harvested wheat ears by the field.

When he looked up, he saw Lin Xiangjun, the third son of the Lin family, walking towards him, with a fashionable and brightly dressed woman beside him.

Seeing the gossip coming to his door, Pan Dayun dropped the half-bundled wheat in his hand and whispered to Wang Shuping: "Did you see, another one has been changed..."