When people are idle, there is no work to do, no mobile phone, no TV, or even no books and newspapers to read. The pace of life slows down and time becomes very difficult.

Dongyang and Zhang Kuang sat on the stool and listened to the radio for a long time. They looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was only more than an hour passed.

"So boring," Dongyang said weakly.

Zhang Kuang was also bored, so he turned off the radio and suggested: "Wife, let's go out for a walk. Let's take another road and walk slowly. It's really boring to stay at home all day."

The two reached a consensus and went out together.

I walked along another narrower and more uneven road, and as I walked, I finally walked to the river.

The river water is not very deep, the riverbed is not very wide, and there are several flat large stones placed in a conspicuous position by the river. Dongyang guessed that the old couple were washing clothes here in summer.

Dongyang helped Zhang Kuang sit by the river, and then sat by himself. The two of them stared at the river for a long time without saying a word.

The pace of life is too slow and they really don't adapt.

"Wife, we must find something to do, otherwise it would be too tormenting to waste time every day," Zhang Kuang said seriously: "The day hasn't passed yet, and I'm almost having a problem. It's really not possible to continue like this."

Dongyang deeply agrees, but the question is what can they do now?

"What can we do in our physical condition?"

"Actually, I think we may have entered a misunderstanding. I think that the 80-year-old man can't do anything. But think about it carefully. What did this real old couple do every day when we were not here? What did they do nothing? Of course not! There is a vegetable field outside the house, and the firewood at home is not resistant to burning. They must go out to pick up firewood every now and then. Dried mushrooms are hung on the eaves of the house, which means that when mushrooms and mountain goods are produced, they will go to the mountains to pick mushrooms and mountain goods! So I think we live too carefully and don't understand the life of the old couple at all."

Dongyang thought about it carefully, let alone Zhang Kuang said everything was right.

Also, although the road here is not smooth, there is no big stone on the road. All the big stones were picked up and thrown to the side of the road. This must be because the old lady was afraid that the old man would not be able to see the road and tripped, so she moved all the big stones to the side of the road!

There are many things you can do in a simple life, just discover them with your heart.

"What was the first thing I thought of doing!" Dongyang said to Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang thought she had found something big to do, so he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Dongyang held her hand, and his two equally thin and shriveled hands were tightly held together.

Dongyang smiled and said, "Cut your nails and cut your nails. Your nails are not only long but also very dirty. You must cut them well and wash them."

The dirt on Zhang Kuang's hands is obviously not covered in one day. The dirt formed over time is actually difficult to clean, but it is better to wash it well and clean it up than it is now.

After sitting by the river, the two of them returned home. Dongyang started looking for nail clippers inside and outside the house, and finally found a pair of black and heavy scissors in a basket on the kitchen wall.

I only have this pair of scissors at home, so I guess I will use it for everything I need to cut.

The light in the house was dim, so they moved their stools to sit in front of the house. In the sunset before sunset, their heads were next to each other, their knees touched their knees, looking very peaceful and warm.

Is it really peaceful and warm?

Not!

Dongyang tried it with his hands tremblingly for several times without using scissors.

"Wife, are you okay? My hands are sore when I hold them up!" Zhang Kuang said to Dongyang, who could not hold on.

Dongyang let go of his hand and let him rest for a while.

"I know a little now why your nails are so long and you can't cut them. The old lady's hands can do some thick work. It's really not good to have too fine work. Her hands are shaking too hard, and you will cut your hand if you accidentally!" Dong Yang said helplessly.

"Then let's cut it slowly. I'm thick-skinned and thick, so it's nothing to cut it. Don't worry, you can cut it," Zhang Kuang encouraged.

The second time I picked up the scissors, the scissors under the Dongyang are really decisive, but it is still very difficult to cut.

She didn't dare to cut the flesh, cut it a little at a time, rub it little by little, and cut it for a long time with one nail.

"Okay, I'll cut this one today. I can't see clearly the sky is too dark. I'll cut the rest tomorrow." Dongyang let go of his arrogant hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

She suddenly felt that it was not that tormenting to spend the day in a dull manner. She probably would have passed in half a day after cutting Zhang Kuang’s nails tomorrow!

Heat leftovers. After dinner, it was already dark and the two of them went on the kang and got into bed.

Zhang Kuang groped and turned on the radio. The sound was not loud, and Dongyang couldn't hear it clearly.

"I can't hear it clearly if you make a louder sound," Dongyang protested.

Zhang Kuang moved from his quilt into Dongyang's quilt like a caterpillar, pillowed on Dongyang's pillow, and touched her ear and said, "I want to chat with you."

"Then why can't you just chat with me while listening to the radio?" Dongyang felt very unfair.

Zhang Kuang explained with a smile: "Because you have poor hearing, it will be more difficult to listen to two voices at the same time, so it's better to concentrate on chatting with me."

Dongyang didn't care what he explained. Anyway, she felt it was unfair and she had to turn off the radio before chatting. Otherwise, she would stop talking on this day, and he would go back to his bed to sleep.

Zhang Kuang had no choice but to turn off the radio and talk to her carefully.

In fact, there was nothing to talk about. Both of them had nothing to say, and they started to compete to memorize ancient poems later.

Zhang Kuang felt that since it was a game, of course he had to win something, so he suggested: "How about the loser who won the one?"

"It is said that middle-aged couples can have several nightmares for a kiss. Are you sure we are still going to kiss us?" Dongyang joked.

The body is old, but Zhang Kuang's heart is young. After expressing his opinion with Dongyang, the game officially began.

When a person says an ancient poem with the word "flower", whoever can't recite it first will lose.

Dongyang has an advantage in this regard. After all, she worked hard in the punishment paper to prepare for the college entrance examination, and had memorized a lot of ancient poems. Although Zhang Kuang was also preparing for the college entrance examination, she did not work hard, and her knowledge reserves in this area were obviously not as good as hers.

After several competitions, Dongyang successfully won the first round.

Zhang Kuang, who lost, didn't feel disappointed at all, so Bei'er simply kissed Dongyang on the face.

"Continue, come on," he was addicted to playing.

After playing several rounds, Dongyang only lost one round, but winning or losing was not important, mainly because he could kill time.

The two of them had a good time having fun, and they were surprised to hear the prompt from the wall clock on the wall at 10 o'clock in the evening.
Chapter completed!