Chapter 118

The man on the ground sat up.

Song Ran's voice was a little hoarse: "Jingxing, it's still early. It's only five o'clock. Let's go to sleep."

Gu Jingxing folded the quilt neatly and quietly said to her, "no, I have to work in the field. Finish early and leave early."

Song ran knew that he thought she was wronged here, so he wanted to take her away early. He was moved: "otherwise, you can teach me, I will cut with you, so it will be faster."

Poof Gu Jingxing laughed.

Song ran was in a hurry and kicked him gently with his foot: "what do you mean? What are you laughing at

Gu Jingxing also folded the quilt on the ground and put it in the side cupboard. He looked back and looked at her with a smile: "believe me, I can cut half an acre of land if I teach you the time."

Song ran picked up a small pillow and threw it at him: "I look down on people."

Gu Jingxing took the pillow and looked at her with a smile: "Xiao ran, if you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while."

Song ran immediately jumped up: "no sleep, no sleep."

If she sleeps too much, she will be charged with another crime. How dare she sleep?

While they were having breakfast, the big trumpet in the village rang again

The fragrance of flowers in the flower basket

listen to me sing and sing

come to Nanniwan

a good place in Nanniwan

after singing a passage, the voice of familiar village cadres sounded again: "villagers, this evening, in the open space in front of the four groups of clinics, there will be a movie and a movie, everyone will go to see it."

Gu Jingxing grinned: "there is a movie tonight."

Song ran was surprised as he sucked his face? What movie? "

"I'll show you an open-air movie tonight. The villagers of the whole village will watch it together."

Song ran was excited: "open air film, I have heard of this, I have heard of it."

Gu Jingxing took over the empty bowl in her hand, picked up the dried loofah pulp, brushed the bowl clean, put it in the small bowl cupboard on the side, and picked up the sickle behind the stove: "well, today we have to cut faster and finish work earlier."

Song ran followed Gu Jingxing and walked along the winding path to the second wife's house.

Rural people like to eat at the door with a big bowl in their hands.

I didn't look at them carefully yesterday. When I looked at them now, I found that they were all dressed in plain clothes. There were some patched clothes. She understood the sadness of the book about "the new three years, the old three years, and the sewing and mending three years".

She approached Gu Jingxing and whispered, "Jingxing, do you wear patched clothes?"

Unexpectedly, Gu Jingxing shook his head: "I didn't wear it."

Song ran was surprised: "really?"

"Well, I didn't wear them. Jingxiu and Doudou had worn them. Jingxiu hardly wore any new clothes. They were all my old clothes. The child was very sensible. Even during the Spring Festival, my mother was cruel enough to buy him a dress. He didn't want it. Once, my mother bought him a cotton padded coat secretly for the new year. He walked ten miles to the town and returned it."

Song Ran's voice suddenly choked up: "I can't see that he is my age."

Gu Jingxing quickly touched her head: "or you so carefree good."

He didn't want Xiaoran to endure the hardships that she had to eat because of poverty. She should be the little princess who was held in the palm of her hand.

Not far away, Gu Doudou comes over and dances and sings: "on Sunday morning, the fog is boundless, the old men who pick up garbage line up. When the whistle blows, they rush into the garbage heap, and the broken shoes and socks fly all over the sky..."