Sweet 80s

A V-neck shirt paired with a pair of straight jeans and big wavy fluffy black hair show off Yang Hongxia's beautiful face and figure.

The other person's figure went from near to far, from big to small, until not even a trace could be seen.

Wang Shuping's gaze could not come back to her senses for a long time.

She felt as if she had been shocked, or as if she had been deceived.

Ever since this character was accidentally mentioned by her mother-in-law Li Xiuzhi, Lin Xiangdong has shown disgust whenever she is mentioned.

In her mind, after only receiving a brief description, Wang Shuping had her own understanding and image of Yang Hongxia's appearance and personality.

However, after seeing it with my own eyes, the huge contrast was too much to bear for a moment.

Wang Shuping's face suddenly turned ugly.

She turned around to look at Lin Xiangdong's face as he was chatting animatedly in the wheat field, and she felt mixed emotions.

"Shuping, Xiaoping!" Pan Dayun's voice called her back from her thoughts.

"Ah, what?"

Pan Dayun narrowed his eyes with a wicked smile: "You haven't seen enough, but that's normal. Among the three sons of the Lin family, Xiaowu is the most handsome."

She tied up the last bundle of wheat and put it on the flatbed cart: "If my Xiangguo had a face like that, I would never get enough of looking at it day and night, hahahaha."

Wang Shuping ignored her and walked out of the field mechanically.

She glanced up at the horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and the clouds in the sky sparkled under the setting sun.

When Wang Shuping was about to lift the flatbed cart, a hand rested on her hand and another hand gently hugged her shoulders.

Lin Xiangdong came over with a playful smile.

After an afternoon of work, the sun tanned his face, arms and every inch of exposed skin red.

"Let me do it. You've been busy all afternoon. You must be tired." Lin Xiangdong's magnetic and gentle voice immediately dispelled Wang Shuping's frown.

"I'm fine, but you're the one who's having a hard time. I'll go to the wheat field with you."

As she spoke, Wang Shuping pulled the towel off Lin Xiangdong's neck, rinsed it briefly with a kettle, and then wiped the sweat off his body.

"No, just go back and rest, we'll drop you off and then go home."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll go buy some popsicles for you to eat when you come back."

The women returned to the Lin family's old house to prepare dinner, while the men took the harvested wheat to the threshing floor.

The so-called wheat field does not refer to a fixed location.

Usually when the wheat is about to ripen, several families will select a piece of vacant land, clean it, turn the soil, sprinkle water on it, and roll it to make it a flat, hard ground.

This place is mainly used for stacking, threshing and drying wheat after harvest.

Those who were born in the 1950s and 1960s in rural areas had not yet distributed land to households.

Each production team had a fixed place of about ten acres, which was used to thresh and dry summer and autumn crops.

But Lin Sifang is a man who knows what is going on.

Before the wheat harvest, he leveled a piece of land at the edge of his field to make it easier for the wheat to be spread out for drying and crushed for storage.

Although the wheat field is not large, its geographical location is very good. It is not on the main road and the ground is flat and smooth.

There is a farmer's proverb that says 'If you don't harvest the fields in April, the wheat will grow wild in the soil'.

After repeated renovations by the meticulous and skillful Lin Sifang, a clean and smooth scene was revealed under the land.

In this way, when the wheat is harvested and threshed, the more stalks are ground, the less dust will be generated on the ground.

Farmers who own more than a hundred acres of land naturally look down on the wheat field, but several neighbors around still habitually come to the Lin family's wheat field to thresh the wheat.

Not long after Lin Sifang and his sons arrived, they met their neighbors.

They laughed and talked about their wheat harvest and yield.

Lin Sifang sat leisurely on the straw pile and took out his pipe. There were dry wheat ears everywhere.

The urge to smoke was really unbearable, but he really didn't dare to light a cigarette here.

So he took two puffs into the empty cigarette holder and inhaled the remaining oil in the smoking bag to satisfy his desire.

At this time, a woman with a graceful figure walked towards them.

"Uncle." Yang Hongxia's voice came from behind Lin Xiangdong.

Lin Xiangdong recognized the very familiar voice but did not turn around immediately and continued to work on the work in his hands.

Lin Sifang looked at Yang Hongxia with a smile: "Hongxia, when did you come back?"

"This afternoon, my family had almost finished harvesting the wheat, so I didn't rush back. Uncle, I hope you and Auntie are in good health."

Lin Sifang put away his eye bags and put them around his waist: "Very good, very good."

Yang Hongxia's gaze gradually shifted from Lin Sifang's face to Lin Xiangdong who was working silently nearby.

"It's fine. You need to pay more attention to rest when you are older."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Yang Hongxia is a talkative person. She grew up with the Lin family's children and is as familiar with them as her own brothers and sisters.

Although Lin Xiangdong and Yang Hongxia had a big emotional dispute at the time, Lin Xiangguo, Lin Xianghong and Lin Xiangjun were not at home.

The only person involved in the whole process was Lin Xiangli.

After all, what you hear with your ears is not as good as what you see with your own eyes.

Lin Xiangguo stood up straight and had a brief chat with Yang Hongxia.

Next is Lin Xiangjun, who is a senior executive at a company in the city.

Yang Hongxia is also the wife of Liu Yongqing, the director of the Nanhe City Timber Factory.

When the frequencies are close, people will naturally be attracted to each other for different reasons.

Even though Lin Xiangjun's company's business is not currently related to wood, businessmen with a long-term vision are paving the way for the future.

"I met Lao Liu at a provincial meeting last month. He said the factory was doing well and was praised..."

When talking about her husband Liu Yongqing, the smile on Yang Hongxia's face changed obviously.

She lowered her head to look at the ground for a few seconds, then quickly adjusted her facial expression and spoke.

"Hi, my husband Lao Liu is a workaholic. He spends only a few days at home in a month. He stays in the factory almost every day. He almost treats the factory as his home..."

After saying this, she lowered her eyebrows and secretly glanced in the direction of Lin Xiangdong who was working non-stop.

"Xiangdong, how have you been lately? I've been living in the city and I haven't seen you."

Yang Hongxia's words were partly an attempt to stop the topic of Liu Yongqing, and partly an eagerness to talk to Lin Xiangdong.

After all, so many years have passed. Although Lin Xiangdong didn't want to bother with her, he couldn't embarrass Yang Hongxia in front of so many people.

His hands gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

Lin Xiangdong straightened his back and looked at the other person with a polite smile on his face.

"pretty good."

"You are much stronger and darker than before."

Yang Hongxia's eyes were like a deep lake, passing through Lin Xiangdong's eyes. Lin Xiangdong quickly lowered his gaze and touched his nose.

Before he could open his mouth, the honest Lin Xiangguo didn't notice the subtle change at all, and the shrewd Lin Xiangjun had already stepped back a few steps, leaving room for the two to talk.

"As a driver, you're bound to get tanned when exposed to the sun, right, Xiaowu?"

Someone came to his rescue, and Lin Xiangdong was happy to agree with him and nodded in approval.

"Yes, is your company busy? Are you tired from work? Do you often play billiards or roller skate when you are free?"

Judging from the situation, the other party probably wants to chat endlessly.

Lin Xiangdong threw the tools in his hand to the ground: "Dad, it's too hot. I'm going back first."

Lin Sifang didn't say anything, he just raised the pipe in his hand and waved it in the air.

Then, out of politeness, Lin Xiangdong walked up to Yang Hongxia and said, "I'm sweating all over now. Let's talk another day."

After saying that, he quickly fled from here.

As soon as I walked out along the road to the wheat field, I ran into Wang Shuping who had been waiting there.

Wang Shuping was holding a popsicle that was melting, and the sugar water was flowing down her wrist...