Sweet 80s

"Still eating!"

Lin Xiangdong didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, he took a few quick steps and took Erbao from Yang Hongxia's arms.

"The last time you came to grandma's house, you had indigestion. Have you forgotten how uncomfortable it was? Your mom held you in the yard late at night. You'd better stay hungry for the next two days."

When Li Xiuzhi heard that her grandson had fallen ill at home some time ago, she hurriedly pulled Wang Shuping to ask about the details.

Wang Shuping waved her hand to indicate that everything was fine.

After hearing this, Li Xiuzhi walked to Lin Xiangdong with a distressed look on her face, picked up Erbao and put him on the ground, then spoke to her grandchildren.

"Okay, let the adults talk. Yuanyuan, take your brothers back to the room and do your homework."

Li Xiuzhi doesn't often interfere in the affairs of her grandchildren, but once she opens her mouth, her children will listen to her.

Xu Yuanyuan obediently pulled Erbao, Dabao and the other two into the house.

The children left, but the topic did not end.

Just as Pan Dayun glanced at Yang Hongxia and Wang Shuping from time to time, his eyes were rolling around, and he was probably gathering strength to say something that would be difficult to finish.

Lin Xiangdong took the initiative.

"Wife, you don't come here often, so I'll take you for a walk in the village, which will help you digest your food."

After saying that, he pulled Wang Shuping away.

There were three protagonists in the gossip, and two of them are gone now.

Pan Dayun also felt that it was boring, so he sat down on the chair behind him, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the stone table and started to eat them leisurely.

Yang Hongxia chatted briefly with Li Xiuzhi and then left the Lin family.

In the night, the rural houses and fields appear particularly clear under the moonlight, and the mountains in the distance are looming.

In the complete silence, the only sounds were the barking of dogs in the distance and the rustling of leaves nearby.

The village was not big. On the way back, Yang Hongxia saw two figures in the shade of trees in the distance in the moonlight.

It is not difficult to judge that these are Lin Xiangdong and his wife.

She stopped and just watched until the other person disappeared into the night.

A strong feeling of loneliness came over her.

In the eyes of outsiders, being able to marry into the city from a remote and backward rural area is like becoming a phoenix overnight.

What's more, the man she married was the director of a timber factory that had the best performance at that time.

A country girl like me, I have both status and wealth, but little do I know that I have to live my own life, and only I know how it feels, whether it's good or bad.

The reason why she was able to marry a prominent man like Liu Yongqing.

She just relies on her beautiful face and age advantage.

When he got married, Liu Yongqing was nearly 40 years old and had been married twice, with two sons and one daughter.

Now, seven or eight years have passed, let alone whether Liu Yongqing can have children given his physical condition.

Even if he could have another child, he was unwilling to have another child with Yang Hongxia.

This was the unequal condition and unknown secret when the two got married.

Since Liu Yongqing already had a son and a daughter, the only condition he put forward was that he would not have any more children.

At the beginning, Yang Hongxia was young and her concept of the word "mother" was only superficial.

As time passed, her relationship with her husband gradually faded.

Whenever Liu Yongqing was busy with work and she was left alone at home, she realized how happy it was to have a child by her side.

And days like this will accompany me for the rest of my life.

When she thought of this, the tears in Yang Hongxia's eyes rolled down unconsciously.

Her eyes kept looking at the dark road ahead in the distance.

When it comes to this woman named Wang Shuping, the word "envy" can no longer be used to describe her.

The plain and ordinary life she led was something she could not get even at the cost of her life.

Yang Hongxia wiped away her tears and turned back home.

Lin Xiangdong took Wang Shuping's hand and came to a pond in the village.

The pond at night is like a black diamond embedded in the earth, shining faintly.

Occasionally, the croaking of frogs breaks the silence of the night.

"Are you so afraid that your sister-in-law will bring up the matter between you and Hongxia again?" Wang Shuping picked up a stone from the ground and played with it in her hands.

"This woman is just like Chang Dazui. She gets jealous when she sees others living better than her. She can't live without saying a few words to sow discord among others."

Unless he is angry, you will never hear insults or abuse from Lin Xiangdong's mouth.

"Don't be angry. She just wanted to tell me. I don't care about those trivial things."

Wang Shuping also realized this problem, and she put the other person's arm into her own arms.

"In the future, don't hold a grudge against her for such words. Just let her say whatever she wants. The more you care about her, the more sense of accomplishment she will feel..."

What you said makes sense. The best way to deal with someone who talks badly is to leave him aside.

But in reality, how many people can do it?

Especially for a man with a hot temper like Lin Xiangdong, he would never allow the other party to spread rumors and slander his character at will.

Therefore, Lin Xiangdong did not listen. He secretly made a decision that seemed unreliable, but it was beneficial to him with no harm.

"Wife, I'm sleepy, let's go home."

"what?"

Lin Xiangdong took the stone from the other person and threw it into the pond.

With a splash, a lot of water splashed.

Wang Shuping looked up at the moon in the sky and the people chatting in the wheat field in the distance, and began to wonder.

"It's still early in the morning, why...Oh, maybe I'm too tired from harvesting wheat in the afternoon."

"Well, let's go back."

Wang Shuping fell asleep while hugging the children. After making sure that her breath had died down, Lin Xiangdong tiptoed out of bed.

He came to the utility room in the yard.

Here are the tools used in daily labor and the toys left over from my brothers and sisters’ childhood.

Fortunately, the last time I went home, I charged the old-fashioned coal miner's headlamp in the wooden box.

Click.

After it was opened, a beam of extremely strong light instantly illuminated the entire utility room.

He wiped the dust off with his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and childhood memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

This old-fashioned headlamp was requested by father Lin Sixiang from a friend who worked in a mine, so that his sons could use it when fishing in the river on summer evenings.

Now it is coming in handy again.

The scene in the village late at night was no longer the same as it was a few hours ago.

There are no more old people hunched over and carrying stools on the roads, and there are fewer lights on in the yards of every household.

Accompanied by the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs, Lin Xiangdong came to his own wheat field alone with a sickle.

When the headlights were turned on, the dark ears of wheat in the distance once again turned golden.

The rustling sound of wheat being harvested rang out in the silent night.

Lin Xiangdong worked hard to harvest the last row of wheat in the field, and tied them into bundles and placed them at the edge of the field.

The remaining bits and pieces of wheat were left for the older brothers and sisters at home.

He wrung the towel around his neck, and sweat dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.

The cocks crowed at dawn, and the crowing of the neighbors could be heard one after another.

He supported his waist with his hands and looked up. A hint of paleness had just appeared on the distant horizon, and the morning light gradually appeared on the horizon.

In the early hours of the morning, Lin's mother was the only one who got up early. The smoke from the kitchen was rising out of the chimney.

Li Xiuzhi passed by the yard and was surprised to see Lin Xiangdong sweating profusely and holding a sickle.

She was stunned for a moment, as if she was dazzled. After a long pause, she said, "Xiao Wu? How...how did you come back from outside?"

Lin Xiangdong was so tired that his mouth was dry. He didn't care about the boiled water in the house. He lifted the water tank in the yard, scooped a full scoop of water and drank it down in one gulp.

I washed my hands and face with the remaining water and finally felt relieved.

"Mother, I have gathered all the wheat from the field and have bundled it up."

These nonsensical words made Li Xiuzhi even more shocked.

"What do you mean, you didn't stay up all night and cut wheat for half the night?"

Lin Xiangdong nodded and glanced towards his room: "I'll go wake up Shuping and the children, we'll be back in the city soon."

"Why..." Li Xiuzhi blurted out and immediately figured it out.

She sighed, shook her head and said helplessly: "Okay, if you want to go back, go back. There are so many people here, and there are so many conflicts."

Li Xiuzhi took two steps forward, touched the sweat oozing out of Lin Xiangdong's arm, and said with eyes full of heartache.

"What a fool you are! You have already harvested all the wheat and left them to enjoy their leisure time."

Lin Xiangdong smiled proudly and said, "Doesn't this show that your youngest son is capable?"

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you don't have this skill. Okay, you guys go back to the city and have a good rest."

"Okay, then remember to tell my dad."

"Do not worry."

After he finished speaking, the noise of Lin Xiangdong entering the room woke up Wang Shuping.

The wheat harvest season is almost the hottest and sunniest time in Central Plains Province.

Many people are used to working in the cool mornings to avoid the scorching heat of the midday.

After waking up, she saw Lin Xiangdong dressed neatly and thought he was ready to go to the fields.

Before she could speak.

Lin Xiangdong shook the two children hard to wake them up.

"Why wake them up? Let them stay at home for a while."

"No need, the wheat has been harvested, let's go back to the city."

Wang Shuping blinked her big eyes. She was clearly awake, so how could she still hear talking in her sleep?

A trace of trance suddenly flashed across her face, her mouth slightly opened, and she propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed and exclaimed, "Ah? What did you say?"