Dumb painter giants grudge

After the shallow kiss, Wen Rang immediately pushed her away.

At such a busy moment, he is not in the mood to continue making love.

"Hey, I'll help you." He Shishen scooped up the bamboo basket at the opponent's feet.

Wen Rang didn't explain anything, and He Shishen didn't ask anything. The two worked in tacit understanding.

It's dawn, but it's still gloomy. The rain probably won't stop for the next week.

After picking enough wormwood leaves, the two walked back side by side.

"Be careful, don't let the grass cut your hand." He Shishen went to hold the other's hand, and accidentally touched Wen Rang's burnt place.

"Bah." Hearing the pain, he immediately withdrew his hand.

He Shishen immediately grabbed the opponent's wrist, "What's wrong with your hand? Burned?"

Wen Rang insisted on withdrawing his hand, He Shishen's face darkened: "Don't move, let me see."

The scalded area was already blistered and filled with pus, and a round lump swelled up, which hurts just looking at it.

"I'll find some medicine for you when I go back later." He Shishen blew distressedly, "How can you be so precious to do such rough work."

Wen Rang just gave the other party a blank look without a word, and continued walking while holding the other party's hand.

Seeing the other party treat him like this, He Shishen couldn't help secretly laughing, and followed the other party.

The two walked through the weeds, climbed over the field ridge, and returned to the village. Wen Rang winked and let go of He Shishen's hand.

"Okay, I got it." He Shishen took advantage of no one's attention, quickly kissed Wen Rang on the cheek, and Wen Rang immediately gave him a slap on the chest.

There were more people, Wen Rang took wormwood leaves and spread them outside the house, and He Shishen followed suit. Many people secretly looked at He Shishen, a foreigner, but no one knew who he was.

It wasn't until Wen Rang went to the bathroom that a teenager who looked like a junior came to talk to He Shishen: "Who are you? Are you my grandma's friend?"

"I...is your grandma?" He Shishen held a broom in his hand.

The junior was a little puzzled, and said sadly: "My grandma... is the one lying in the hall."

"Ah... sorry, sorry, I don't know, I'm Wen Rang's friend." He Shishen quickly explained.

"It's okay, you are cousin Wen Rang's friend, no wonder I said, why does our family have such a relative, then it's okay." The junior sighed.

He Shishen hummed, and the junior ran back to a group of elders, presumably to report the situation.

If the judgment is correct, the person in the hall should be Wen Rang's grandmother, and He Shishen will understand the situation now.

Wen Rang came back after washing his hands, and washed his face. The hair on his forehead was still dripping. With wet hands, he handed He Shishen a note.

"I'm busy, I'll be back in a few days, you go back first..." He Shishen silently read the contents of the note, and then immediately changed his face, "I won't go back, I'll stay here to help, I won't go back."

Wen Rang looked at him suspiciously.

—————What can you do when you stay?

———Sweeping the floor is not clean.

"Anyway, I'm here all the time. Whenever you go back, I'll go back. Your grandma is also my grandma..." He Shishen held the broom tightly and didn't let go.

"Wen Rang, the pig is being slaughtered over there, go over and press it!" An uncle with a butcher's knife in his hand and a cigarette dangling from his mouth shouted.

When Wen Rang heard this, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to follow, but He Shishen threw the broom to Wen Rang and went over first: "Uncle! I'll come, I'll come!"

Fortunately, He Shishen was tall and powerful, and he cooperated well with the pig slaughtering group, and the pig slaughter went smoothly.

Wen Rang's aunt threw He Shishen an apron and sleeves and asked him to help repair the chicken feathers, and he also went.

No one here knows He Shishen, and no one cares who he is. In short, everyone in the village has to contribute to weddings and funerals.

Wen Rang could only let him go, and he concentrated on cutting pork with a few young people.

He Shishen didn't rest all night, so this meeting was unavoidable, he could not help dozing off when he was plucking the chicken feathers, the phone in his trouser pocket buzzed, he rushed his hands casually, and then answered the phone, it was He Yibai calling.

He Shishen: "Yibai, what's wrong."

He Yibai: "Brother, where are you, why don't you come to the company?"

He Shishen: "I, I'm busy, you just ask Lei Yuan to look after me, I won't go to the company anymore."

He Yibai: "Lei Yuan went on honeymoon."

He Shishen: "Then you can watch for me, I won't go to the company these days."

He Yibai: "Where are you?"

He Shishen: "I'm at your sister-in-law's house. Anyway, I won't go back for a few days. You can take care of the company yourself and ask me if you have anything to do."

He Yibai: "You..."

He Shishen: "Stop talking, I'm going to fix chickens, and there are more than a dozen chickens waiting for me to fix them, they're dead."

He Yibai: "???"

After hanging up the phone, He Shishen returned to the work of repairing chicken feathers. This work was so delicate that He Shishen almost couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, it was almost time for lunch to repair it.

Wen Rang also had a busy morning, and his apron was stained with a lot of animal blood. He took He Shishen to wash his hands with grapefruit leaves, and then took him to the kitchen to find something to eat.

The aunt who was in charge of the kitchen, seeing them tall and handsome, smiled from ear to ear, and filled a plate full of food for them.

When they are busy with this kind of work, they all work together and eat together, like a construction site. After taking the meal, the two of them sat down in front of a big fire stove and ate.

He Shishen had starved to death a long time ago, and started gobbling it up regardless of what was in the bowl.

Wen Rang was okay, although he was very hungry, he still chewed slowly, and even picked a lot of things from the bowl to the other's bowl.

"This chicken breast is delicious, why don't you eat it." He Shishen picked up the pieces of meat thrown by the other party and started to eat.

Wen Rang just snorted, it's not that he didn't want to eat, but just watched He Shishen follow him tired all day, it's inevitable a little...

Both of them exuded a strange smell, like the stench of poultry, but no one cared, just like two ordinary country boys.

He Shishen was full soon, Wen Rang only ate half of the meal, picked up a black charcoal in front of the stove, and wrote on the ground:

[I'll take you to rest for a while later, after rest, go up the mountain with them this afternoon. 】

"Really? Is it my turn to go up the mountain?" He Shishen said happily.

Wen Rang didn't understand why the other party was so happy, so he nodded.

After eating, the two went to the coffin to burn paper money for a while, and Wen Rang led He Shishen to the second floor.

The floor of the lobby on the second floor is covered with straw, and cotton tires and quilts are placed on it. This is also a custom. People with funeral affairs cannot go to bed, but can only sleep on the floor made of straw until the deceased is buried.

The two picked a corner and lay down directly, the straw creaked, the floor was a bit rough, He Shishen had never slept in such a place before, so it was a bit novel.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't hate you. I'm just afraid that you won't feel well. Come here, put your head on my hand, and come here." He Shishen put his arm under the back of the other's neck.

Wen Rang felt weird, but still turned his back to He Shishen and closed his eyes with his pillow on his arm.

"Come here, don't stay so far away. When someone else comes later, there's no place to sleep, ah." He Shishen grabbed the other person's waist and brought him to his side.

—————It feels abnormal to be seen by others.

——————The weather is still hot, so close...

The current situation of this environment was as bad as it could be. After a while, several men of different ages came, each looking for a place to lie down, and the sound of rustling was a bit noisy.

Wen Rang simply turned his face and faced He Shishen, the noise came and went, making people very upset.

He Shishen covered each other's ears with his hands, and whispered, "Go to sleep, I'll cover it for you."

Wen Rang snorted and fell asleep peacefully, He Shishen also slowly closed his eyes, and the two embraced and rested unknowingly.

The two slept for only two hours before being called up to work.

Wen Rang has always been a little angry for getting up, but he won't show it at this time. He Shishen is fine, but he feels that he is still almost rested.

"Why don't you sleep for a while longer." He Shishen took the straw from the other party's hair, "Your eye circles are so dark."

Wen Rang yawned and pushed the other party, but He Shishen's eye circles were no better than the other party's, and the bruises turned black badly.

"Why push me, don't you want to hug me?" He Shishen pinched the other person's face.

Next to him was a middle-aged man who had just woken up. Hearing these words, he instantly woke up and looked at them suspiciously.

Wen Rang jumped up immediately, put on his shoes and went downstairs quickly.

"It's okay, he's just like this, shy." He Shishen joked with the middle-aged man with a smile.

The middle-aged man clasped his back, "Oh."

........................

It started to rain again in the afternoon, Wen Rang found a raincoat for He Shishen to put on, and put on his bamboo hat, ready to follow the crowd up the mountain.

Tomorrow there will be a banquet for guests, and today I have to prepare the coffin site in advance. I have already consulted my husband for Feng Shui, and the location is set on a dirt slope on the winding mountain road outside the village.

The black crowd carried shovels and hoes and walked slowly up the mountain. The rain was not too heavy, but the mountain road was already muddy.

"Slow down, the road is slippery." He Shishen grabbed the corner of the opponent's raincoat.

Let alone He Shishen, Wen Rang has never experienced these rural customs, and can only follow the instructions of his elders.

The two were still wearing the clothes they had just arrived, but they already looked like they were wearing rags.

He Shishen's leather shoes had already been covered with mud stains, so Wen Rang could only find a pair of high-top water shoes for him to wear. His trouser legs were tucked into the shoes, and the original white shirt seemed to have turned yellow, as if It hasn't been washed for several years.

The hair of the two of them was also slumped and greasy, and they looked like they hadn't washed their faces.

"What are you looking at me for?" He Shishen smiled in the rain.

Wen Rang shook his head immediately and continued to look at the road.

"Do you think I'm ugly now?" He Shishen shifted the shovel to the other shoulder, and hooked the opponent's hand with that hand.

Wen Rang slapped the back of the opponent's hand mercilessly and went back, glaring at him.

"Hey, am I really ugly now?" He Shishen chased after him.

"Hey, tell me, do you despise me?"

"How do you walk so fast, the road is slippery."

Wen Rang was anxious when asked, so he quickly kissed He Shishen under the cover of the bamboo hat when no one was paying attention to them.

How could it be ugly? The current He is extremely tall in his heart.

[The author has something to say: It is estimated that something went wrong, it will probably end in 9w, but it will still be very fast??(???????)??]