The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

It was only then that Yan Qing realized that Zhou Mo was talking about burns. He withdrew his hand and wanted to hide it, but the cloth strip behind the bow was dangling out of his cuff.

Zhou Mo raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Yan Qing showed embarrassment, and with her fingers hidden under her sleeves, she pulled back the strip of cloth bit by bit, and said in a low voice, "No, I accidentally burned it myself."

Yan Qing subconsciously denied it, but Zhou Mo asked him because he wanted to hear the truth.

Forget it, anyway, he doesn't have to rush to vent his anger.

Zhou Mo withdrew his gaze, stood up, expressionless, "Go back."

Yan Qing was stunned, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, the medicine has already been applied, and there is not much left of the rice, let me help you—"

"No," Zhou Mo interrupted him, "I took over this job, it has nothing to do with you, since you are injured, go back and have a good rest, there is no need to stay here."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Mo bent down to pick up the farm tools, and turned to leave, but Yan Qing grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The force was light, with some tentativeness, Yan Qing ignored the injury on the back of his hand, and only raised his head pitifully, "But you helped me all morning."

Zhou Mo lowered his eyes, "You save me once, it's clear."

Yan Qing tightened her hands and stammered, "But, but you still took care of me all night."

Zhou Mo looked at him, "That's because you took me in."

"Thank you—"

Yan Qing wanted to say more, but Zhou Mo suddenly called him by name and surname. Yan Qing was slightly stunned, and looked up at him blankly, only listening to Zhou Mo say word by word, "You must compare with me!" go down?"

"...I didn't, I just wanted to help you." Yan Qing didn't want to talk to him, but Zhou Mo would get angry again if he continued talking. He seemed to have been angry with Zhou Mo several times.

Realizing that he was making trouble all the time, Yan Qing was too embarrassed to pester Zhou Mo any longer. He let go of the clothes in his hand and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry...then you will come back today? I'll wait for you at home! "

Zhou Mo's brows loosened a little, and he said, "Go back."

After Yan Qing left, Zhou Mo has been working alone, without worrying about some idiot getting in the way from time to time, his efficiency has suddenly become much higher, but compared to the two figures in pairs next door, he looks extraordinarily lonely up.

Sister Liu and her husband went to the ground together. I didn't see her doing much work, but she shouted very hard, and every time she was tired, her husband would put down the work in hand and use his sleeves to replace it bit by bit. She wipes off sweat.

No wonder she needed to hire someone to help. According to her working method, she might not be able to pay the food in the next spring.

Zhou Mo withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

It wasn't until sunset that Zhou Mo put the last two bundles of rice away. He looked back at the field, and saw that there were some scattered people left.

Zhou Mo stretched his body and walked home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

After a day's work, there was nothing serious about it, but his whole body was so sore, and thanks to the fact that he kept exercising a lot in modern times, he finished the farm work decently.

Before approaching, Zhou Mo smelled a very fragrant smell wafting over from afar. After a tiring day, half a steamed bun in the morning and half a bowl of soup at noon, Zhou Mo was already hungry.

But the smell seemed to come from Yan Qing's house.Zhou Mo's footsteps paused slightly, not knowing whether he should go forward or not.

Before he could get tangled up, a figure in red appeared in the room. He seemed to be waiting for someone. He leaned out half of his body from the room and looked towards the field.

Because Zhou Mo took Sister Liu to visit his small shabby house, the direction was just opposite to the field, so he stood not far behind Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was holding a broken spoon, standing at the door like a watchman, stretching his neck as far as he wanted to.

Zhou Mo noticed that the flat bow in Yan Qing's hand was a little unraveled, probably accidentally tore it while working, or... Zhou Mo didn't think about letting him work again when he wrapped it for him.

Yan Qing watched for a while but didn't see what he wanted to see. He lowered his head in frustration, but within two seconds, he seemed to have comforted himself. He raised a big spoon to cheer himself up, and turned back to the room.

...It's just that the hand is really horrible.

Zhou Mo was silent for a long time, he had never seen someone like Yan Qing, weak but strong.

Zhou Mo gently pushed the door open, and saw Yan Qing was turning over the contents of the pot, he stopped when he heard the voice, and smiled when he saw the person coming, "Brother Zhou, you are back!"

Zhou Mo walked over quickly and took over Yan Qing's work. He glanced at the wild vegetables in the pot and asked, "Who asked you to rest?"

"I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I went to dig some wild vegetables on the way back." Yan Qing turned around and went to the table to get two boiled eggs, "Aunt Song gave it to you, it's overheated, you can eat something to pad your stomach first, It will be fine soon."

"You go and sit down first, I'll come."

Zhou Mo didn't pick it up, but squatted down and set aside the firewood under the stove. The fire was much lower, and he stir-fried a few times before serving the vegetables.

After Zhou Mo peeled the eggs, he insisted on one per person, and Yan Qing gave up the idea of ​​not eating the leftover egg for Zhou Mo tomorrow.

What Yan Qing thinks is actually very simple, if Zhou Mo treats him well, he should treat Zhou Mo well, and the scene of Zhou Mo protecting him in the crowd, no matter how many times Yan Qing thinks about it afterwards, his heart will palpitate.

The two of them struggled to finish their meal while they were pushing and pushing, Zhou Mo thought while washing the dishes, he couldn't wait any longer to settle food and clothing.

After the meal, Zhou Mo fetched some water and handed Yan Qing a towel, "Wipe yourself off."

Yan Qing's hands were both new and old, and couldn't touch the water, so Zhou Mo handed him a towel after wringing it out.

Zhou Mo knew that the men here were more conservative, so he turned around after handing it over, although he didn't think it was necessary, everyone was a man, and he even wiped Yan Qing's body the night before.

It's just this, I'm afraid it will make Yan Qing blush again when I mention it, Zhou Mo thinks about it and simply follows their thoughts.

After Yan Qing finished wiping his body, Zhou Mo applied medicine on Yan Qing's hands and bandaged the wound again. The medicine in the bottles and jars had already run out. Zhou Mo asked while wiping the ointment on his hands, " Are you often injured?"

Yan Qing didn't dare to lie to Zhou Mo any more, and nodded slightly.

Zhou Mo didn't say a word. After painting, he rubbed Yan Qing's head again, "Go to bed first, I'll wash my body."

At the end of the sentence, he asked uncertainly, "Can I wash in it?"

The kitchen and bedroom in Yanqing's house are not separated, and there is no separate place for Zhou Mo to take a bath, but considering his inexplicably thin skin, Zhou Mo still asked in advance.

Yan Qing was slightly stunned, nodded with red ears, and inevitably had some wild thoughts in his mind. When the clear sound of water rang in his ears, he instinctively followed the sound. Zhou Mo spread his hands on the side of the bucket, Ru Mo's long hair was scattered, and Zhou Mo's complexion was reddened by the mist.

But the redness couldn't match the face of someone hidden under the blanket, Yan Qing stiffened and looked away, brother Zhou seemed to be different from anyone he had ever seen before.

But Zhou Mo's attention was all attracted by a cinnabar mole on his hand that was exactly the same as Yan Qing.

This location...

No way? ? ? ?

What the hell is Zhou Liu thinking about, to put a shougong sand on a man's hand? ? ? ?