Changping Village.

On a summer night, two families, Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen, were sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air. While the world was going about their daily routine, in the yard of Taozi's house in the same village, Heifeng and a middle-aged man in his forties named Dahuang from the neighboring village

He was hiding in the house and fooling around.

The ten-year-old son Zhipeng was sent to sleep in another room by Heifeng after dinner. Taozi was also burning bricks in an earthen kiln in Wanghai County. Heifeng opened the door of the courtyard and hall.

Guan, I don’t know how happy it is.

But tonight, she was a little out of sorts.

"This is not cool!"

Rhubarb arched like a long white pig for a while and then suddenly stopped, grunting in dissatisfaction.

Hei Feng's hands were still resting on Big Butter's greasy back, and he even asked the question "Why are you not feeling energetic?" somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Why are you so unhappy? You sent a message to me during the day. I was exhausted after a long day of farm work. At night, I avoided my mother-in-law and sneaked over to meet you. You are like a salted fish.

It makes me feel like I’m humping a dead man!”

"Crack!"

Hei Feng slapped Dahuang on the back, "You are the only one who is dead. Your whole family is dead!"

Dahuang was a little annoyed, "Speak up, why are you scolding people? Are you a mad dog?"

Hei Feng retorted: "You just do it when there are some, and how do you learn to be picky?"

In the darkness, Dahuang noticed that the black phoenix's eyes were bright and shining green, like a female mouse that wanted to eat people.

Dahuang suddenly shivered, slid off Heifeng's body, picked up the clothes on the ground, and quickly put them on.

Heifeng also sat up and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Dahuang ignored her.

"The matter is only half over and you want to go back?" Hei Feng asked again.

Dahuang had already put on his shoes and walked towards the outer door.

"Huang, if you walk out of this door now, don't come back tomorrow!"

Dahuang put his hand on the doorknob and hesitated for a moment when Heifeng's shoes were suddenly thrown over and hit the back of his hand steadily in the dim light.

"Smelly women, dark and ugly, I don't care about them!"

Dahuang picked up the shoes on the ground and threw them back onto the bed. He didn't know where they hit Heifeng. She screamed, but Dahuang ran away without looking back.

In the dark tent, Hei Feng sat on the bed and covered his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

The moonlight shone in through the window, and the furniture and furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when she got married ten years ago.

The big red words "Happy" on the wall are still there, but she feels desolate and desolate in her heart, just like the wasteland at the foot of the mountain behind the village. During the day, people come and go in the shop, and it's okay to make jokes, but when night comes

This long period of loneliness and desolation made her unbearable.

She was envious and sad when she saw the young couples in the village working in the fields in pairs, with the man pushing a cart and the mother-in-law sitting on the cart, holding the child in her arms as they went to the town for the market.

Occasionally I also think about the father of my child, the man named Tao Zi.

It doesn't matter if he's stupid, he doesn't blame her if he can't say flattering words, and he doesn't care if he doesn't understand a woman's heart.

What she cares about most is his appearance.

He was ugly and extremely short. People in the village called him a "dwarf-legged tiger." His short legs were pigeon-toed and spiral-legged, making him an eyesore everywhere.

Every year in the first month of the year, I go back to my parents’ home to pay New Year’s greetings. At the dinner table, no matter whether it’s my parents’ elder brother or younger brother, or my brother-in-law, they are all tall and tall. When people at the table stand up to have a drink, he is sandwiched between them, like a teenager.

Thinking that he had been in a trance for ten years guarding such a man who could not be taken away, Heifeng admired himself and felt even more sorry for himself.

She couldn't let herself suffer like this anymore. She had to do something to compensate for herself. She liked to go to the pond and watch the men in the village paddling. She also had several wild men from her own village, neighboring villages, and even Qingshui Town.

All...

But this was far from enough, she always felt that something was missing.

Until this evening when I was washing by the pond, I saw Xiao An from the old Yang family, and saw the muscles on the arms and back of the young man standing in waist-deep water washing his hair... She was a woman of nearly thirty years old.

, his face turned red, his heartbeat became erratic, and his breathing became rapid.

That feeling was even stronger than when I met Li Sanlang more than ten years ago.

That night, Heifeng tossed and turned, and his mind was filled with images of the pond in the evening.

After dawn, a fat aunt from the same village came to buy soy sauce. Hei Feng yawned and brought her soy sauce.

When the fat aunt took the soy sauce, she glanced at Heifeng's face and was startled.

"Heifeng, did you steal cattle last night? Look at the scary black circles under your eyes!"

"Is there any?"

Hei Feng raised his hand and touched his face.

"Why not? Your eyes are all bloodshot," the fat aunt leaned closer, pointed at Hei Feng's eyes and clicked her tongue.

Hei Feng naturally understood what was going on and waved his hand indifferently: "It was too hot and I didn't sleep well."

"Hey, I don't think so? I must be missing something and can't sleep well." The fat aunt winked at Hei Feng and smiled evilly. The two women usually talked nonsense together, and they were not afraid of meat and vegetables.

"You're such a fat guy, you seem to be good at everything, so tell me what I'm missing?"

Hei Feng grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the tin can on the shelf and gave half to the fat aunt. He leaned against the shelf and spit out the melon seed shells and asked with a smile.

The fat aunt was not polite, her mouth was full of melon seed shells, and her eyes were looking up and down at Hei Feng.

"What else is missing? The fields are deserted and we need a cow to plow it!"

"If it really doesn't work, ask your Taozi to come back and stay for a few days, so that you won't have to suffer like this every day."

Hei Feng smiled and said nothing.

Cattle are also divided into different grades: dry land and wasteland, ordinary cattle cannot plow.

Call Taozi back?

Then let’s continue the drought!

The two women chatted some nonsense together, and soon they came over to buy brown sugar.

"Uncle Changgen, why are you still drinking brown sugar on this hot day? Are you not afraid of getting angry and getting nosebleeds?"

Hei Feng quickly weighed the brown sugar for Chang Gen, and couldn't stop talking.

That's what people who open a grocery store are like. They must be enthusiastic, cheerful, and like to talk. No matter what kind of people come to buy things, they can chat with each other without being indifferent.

And often most people are easily affected by this kind of atmosphere. Even Chang Gen, who usually doesn't talk much, opens up a little and speaks a few more words.

"It's not for us to drink it, no, my daughter is about to give birth, and her mother wants to buy some brown sugar and mix it with black sesame seeds for her to drink during the confinement period."

"Oh, that's it, Aunt Guihua is really thoughtful." Heifeng complimented a few words and then asked about the day Xiaoyu gave birth.

"Speaking of which, Xiaoyu and I grew up together. This half kilogram of brown sugar is a gift from me to Xiaoyu, and I won't take any money from you, Uncle Changgen."

After the weighing was completed, Hei Feng picked up a few more pieces of brown sugar, put them together, and handed them to Chang Gen.
Chapter completed!