C183 The Feeling of Going Home
C183 The Feeling of Going Home
He couldn't see enough of the mountain, the water, the tree, the flower, the blue sky. He only wanted to stay by his wife's side forever, to be a shepherd boy at the village entrance, to be Silly Girl's eyes, to think of ways to carry her parents, to soak her in the water, and to spend the rest of his life like this.
Strangely, in almost every remote village, there was a shepherd called Second Fool Silly Girl and a young widow named Silly Girl.
They had never driven a car, never ridden a plane to play with a computer, did not use a cell phone, did not have any noble temperament, and did not know what kind of clothes to wear in order to show off their so-called sexy and handsome looks.
They would smile foolishly before hugging each other and pressing their foreheads against each other like sheep. Then they would mysteriously take out an egg, saying that it was stolen from the little widow's chicken nest and had just been cooked, so they could eat it while it was still hot.
However, the best thing to do was to bury the egg. The little widow had been jumping around cursing at him for a long time and was carrying a hammer as she searched the village for egg thieves.
They did not care what kind of clothes Lee Nanfang wore or how clean it was. In their eyes, no matter how expensive his clothes were, just like their coarse clothes, they scratched with their mud-stained hands and intentionally left a few dirty handprints. It meant that they missed him during his absence.
In the medical field, Lee Nanfang was a great miracle when he grew up as a normal man, but to them, it was nothing. Lee Nanfang was a normal man when he grew up, it was nothing to them, but to them, it was nothing.
Every time Lee Nanfang came back, he would never bring those candy such as chocolate, which was great for taking a bag of candies. Every time Lee Nanfang came back, he would never bring those candy such as chocolate, which was amazing for taking a bag of candies,
Bringing something like chocolate into this isolated village was like pouring a barrel of engine oil into a clear lake. It would cause a pitiful amount of ecological pollution.
He then ate the egg that was still hot to the mouth bit by bit while Second Fool was swallowing his saliva. Under Silly Girl's lead, he buried the egg in the grass. Only then did the three of them let out a sigh of relief and looked at each other before laughing out loud.
Second Fool had something good to tell Lee Nanfang. The moment he wrapped his arms around his neck, Silly Girl kicked him a few times. She covered her face with her hands and ran away as fast as she could, her shy appearance was surprising.
The good thing about Silly Girl was that she slept soundly. Silly Girl cried for the whole night, afraid that there would be a child by her side the next day. If her parents saw this, would they sell the child and change it for salt?
After saying that, Second Fool's honest face revealed a sly smile. Lee Nanfang quickly understood and grabbed his hair before punching him on the chin. How dare you sleep with the woman I like!
The two of them were fighting on the hillside, rolling down to the bottom of the hill. They sat on top of him and squeezed his neck, forcing him not to look at Silly Girl again in the future. After getting a satisfactory answer, he let go of him and patted his clothes, saying that he would go to the Little Widow's house tomorrow to steal eggs for him to eat.
The two of them were wondering if they should steal the old hen from the little widow and stew it as well. While they were eating, a woman in a miniskirt ran over with a club in her half-open arms.
Pointing at Jack as he ran, he swore that he would break the leg of this thief who stole eggs --
Silly Girl couldn't bear to tell her that Lee Nanfang had just eaten an egg, so the eggshell was buried under the dog tail on the hillside.
In the face of Er'zi's schadenfreude laughter, Lee Nanfang could only run away with his arms around his head. He couldn't just run away without leaving a trace in the blink of an eye, so he had to let her smash him on the back a few times. Otherwise, she wouldn't calm down and would chase him home, telling him that the egg was meant for his wife.
"Stop chasing, if you keep chasing, I'll let the dog bite you to death!"
Lee Nanfang finally gained the ability after rolling and crawling into the door of firewood in a small fenced yard. He jumped back and threatened Lee Nanfang with a small black dog that was not much bigger than a mouse.
Afraid that the dog was afraid of Hanged Ghost's widowhood, its expression immediately changed. It turned around and ran, falling twice before it finally escaped from the pursuit of the little black dog. It swore to take the kitchen knife.
This little black dog was a righteous Chinese field dog, the grandson of the big dog from the Second Born's family — perhaps because it was too picky and malnourished, it ended up with a lump in it. If a person was not careful, they could turn it into a cake.
Every time Lee Nanfang came back, other than his mistress, he would be the happiest. Lee Nanfang would feed him dried beef that no one from the small mountain village had eaten before, and this time was the same. After scaring away the little widow, he would run back with his tail wagging, flapping around on Lee Nanfang to demand a good treatment fee.
It was obvious that it had no conscience. Just as it snatched the beef jerky from Lee Nanfang, it let out a roar and threatened him to get the hell away from it. Don't try to snatch it from it!
Lee Nanfang felt a lump in his foot and turned around to look at a middle-aged beauty standing at the entrance of the thatched cottage.
The woman wore a short-sleeved sweater similar to the little widow's. Her face had a hint of Yue Zitong's shadow, but she was more dignified and amiable than Lee Nanfang. Especially when she looked into his eyes, there was a strong sense of kinship.
Lee Nanfang's eyes reddened a little, then he walked over with a giggle. He raised his hand to scratch his ear and lowered his head to say: "Mistress, I'm back."
"Man Fang, you've lost weight again."
His wife raised her hand and gently comforted the top of his head as she spoke softly.
Every time Lee Nanfang returned home after being chased out of the country by the old man, his mistress had to say this. Although he had gotten a few kilograms more fat due to his laziness during this period of time in Qingshan City, his wife said that he had gotten skinnier, so he had really gotten skinnier.
"In the future, I will eat more. "En, it would be best if you ate potatoes and stewed mushrooms all day long, drooling just thinking about it."
Lee Nanfang was half a head taller than his mistress. In order to make it easier for her to calm the top of his head, he pretended to open the shoelace and bent down to tie it.
The potato stew was my wife's favorite dish. Lee Nanfang never cooked it and never ate it outside.
This dish was the most delicious, and only his wife could make it for him.
All these years, she had never eaten any meat dishes, nor had she cooked any. This had caused the old man to become greedy, and he had to go hunting in the mountains, roast his food, and then grab some dandelion to chew for a long time. He only dared to come back after knowing that his mouth had no taste of meat.
"Alright, Old Man went to the mountains to gather mushrooms. I'll make some for you tomorrow."
His wife asked him to stand up. Seeing that he seemed taller than he had been two years ago, she nodded in satisfaction and took his hand, walking into the room.
The thatched cottage was very simple and crude. There were a few prayer mats made of cornskin on the floor, and on the old-fashioned bedside table was a fixed line that his wife had installed because she was worried that her husband would miss her. It was also the only phone in the village.
Until now, Lee Nanfang still couldn't believe that his wife, a young miss from a wealthy family in Beijing, would elope with an old man who was older than her by a decade. She gave up on her luxury and stayed in this small mountain village for over twenty years.
However, this was a fact that no one could refute. Furthermore, Lee Nanfang had never seen any dissatisfaction with life in his wife's eyes.
Can you imagine how the eyes of a beautiful middle-aged woman would be filled with the serenity of an innocent young girl?
Sometimes, he even felt that his wife was his own mother, if only she was a few years older.
After brewing a cup of wild tea made by an old man for his wife, Lee Nanfang sat cross-legged in front of her. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head and said softly, "Mistress, I didn't get along with her, so I … came back. "Speaking of which, it's my fault …"
Mistress interrupted Lee Nanfang's words, "This matter can't be blamed on you. Mistress knows that Zitong is still a little childish and immature. She is still using her old eyes to look at you."
Lee Nanfang was stunned: "You know about it?"
"Yesterday morning, your mother-in-law and Auntie Xue were playing at our house and received a call."
The wife smiled and said, "The caller is a girl. She said her name is Min Rou. "Just listen to the voice. I knew that child's name was correct. It was soft and gentle, like a year cake with sticky teeth."
Lee Nanfang's old face was a bit red.
He went to Qingshan City in the name of his wife to protect Yue Zitong, but in reality, he had already gotten married to her. In the end, two months had passed, and he had gotten on good terms with other girls, going against his wife's good intentions.
He wanted to explain something, but his wife shook her head. "No need for that. Min Rou told me everything, including that letter."
His wife had lived in seclusion in this small mountain village for so many years, when had she ever played with WeChat?
So when she heard Min Rou mention this in a very reserved manner, she was still very surprised. After hanging up the phone, she asked Xue Xinghan and her mother-in-law, "Now that technology in the outside world has developed, can you see a living person's appearance in the letter?"
His mother-in-law, who had lived in the Wealthy Class for too long, did not understand these 'tricks and tricks'.
When he subconsciously looked for his phone, he remembered that the wounded man ran out of the hospital without his phone. Min Rou found it when she called him, out of curiosity — — she saw his WeChat and his conversation with Yue Zitong.
After that, that simple-minded kid handed the phone to his aunt.
When his aunt saw it, she felt like she had been struck by lightning. She just didn't know if she had committed suicide out of shame or not.
If he could kill himself, then that would be great. It would be better to avoid Lee Nanfang feeling embarrassed when he saw her again in the future.
However, from his wife's words, Lee Nanfang could tell that his aunt was very thick-skinned. She didn't commit suicide. She was sent home to sleep after sitting on the bed half the night later by Min Rou.
Such a shameless woman, which man would want to take her as his wife?
"Min Rou, that kid said, luckily it's just like water that doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders …"
When his wife said this, Lee Nanfang couldn't help but interrupt her, "Mistress, do you think that I'm the only man on the internet?"