Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 95 Going to Work in the Fields

After laughing, Xiao Yunqing turned her head to look at him.

He lay on the chair with his eyes closed, the sunlight falling on his face, highlighting the boy's delicate features and the sunshine perfectly.

She looked at it for a few seconds, then turned back to look at the sky.

The sky was very blue, and the clouds were very white, like cotton candy.

"Huanhuan." Her voice was very soft.

"Um?"

"This place is wonderful."

Song Huan opened her eyes and turned to look at her.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was very light, and her eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow on her face.

Fell asleep.

She fell asleep after only saying a few words. What time did this girl go to sleep last night?

Song Huan didn't move, but turned her head to look at her.

The sunlight shone on her face, making the few dark marks that hadn't been wiped off clearly visible.

The most obvious mark is on the tip of the nose, like a small tuft of beard.

Actually, he deliberately didn't wipe himself clean just now, so that when Xiao Yunqing looked in the mirror, he would get angry and hit himself.

He smiled, sat up from his chair, and moved his chair closer to hers.

The two chairs were placed side by side, with a fist's width between them.

He lay back down, picked up a palm-leaf fan from the side, and gently fanned himself.

The breeze from the fan wasn't strong, just enough to cover the faces of two people.

The wind blew the stray hairs on her forehead, then they fell back down, then it blew them back up again, then they fell back down again.

In the yard, the mother hen led her chicks to the corner of the wall.

There were people talking in the distant fields, but their voices were too faint to make out what they were saying.

The sunlight moved slowly, and the dappled light filtering through the leaves moved with it, from her face to her shoulders, and from her shoulders to the back of her hands.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing was steady.

The palm-leaf fan swayed across her face like a butterfly perched on a flower.

After washing the dishes, Grandpa came out of the kitchen and stood at the doorway for a moment.

Under the pineapple tree in the yard, two bamboo recliners are placed side by side.

The two children each lay down on a chair and fell asleep.

Song Huan was still holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, which he rested on his stomach. The fan was tilted, half covering his hand and half hanging over the side of the chair.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the two people, creating patches of light and shadow.

Grandpa didn't say anything, tiptoed back into the house, took a thin blanket out of the cupboard, and came out again.

He gently covered Xiao Yunqing with the blanket, up to her shoulders.

Then he glanced at Song Huan, hesitated for a moment, and took another coat from inside the house, draping it over Song Huan's stomach.

Grandma sat in the main room, looking out the window at the two people in the yard, and smiled.

"Old man, be quiet, don't wake them up."

Grandpa came back, sat on the doorstep, took out a cigarette, and just held it in his mouth without lighting it.

"These two kids are exhausted," he said.

"That's right." Grandma leaned back in her chair, fanning herself. "But they're all quite well-behaved."

The two people sat inside the house, watching the sleeping child in the yard.

A cool breeze blew in from the doorway.

Grandpa took the cigarette out of his mouth, but didn't light it. He just smelled it, placed it on his lap, and stared at the pineapple tree in the yard for a long time.

"My dear wife," he suddenly said.

"Um?"

"When Huanhuan was little, she always slept under this tree. She was just a tiny little thing back then, and her feet couldn't even reach the ground when she was lying on the chair."

Grandma didn't say anything, paused for a moment, then continued fanning.

"You've grown up so much in the blink of an eye." Grandpa's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

In the courtyard, Song Huan turned over, and the palm-leaf fan in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Grandpa peeked out and saw that he was asleep again and hadn't woken up.

Xiao Yunqing next to her stirred, pulled the blanket up a little, and continued sleeping.

Grandpa pulled his head back out and smiled.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

……

The afternoon sun wasn't so harsh anymore; it slid down from the treetops and fell to the ground like a pool of golden water.

Song Huan was woken up by the rooster crowing.

A rooster had somehow appeared next to the chair, tilting its head to look at him, its red comb swaying back and forth.

When Song Huan was a child, she was very afraid of roosters because she wore open-crotch pants and would be chased by roosters whenever she appeared in front of them.

He squinted at it for two seconds, the rooster crowed twice, pecked at an ant on the ground, and walked away.

Well, the rooster that bullied me back then has already been killed; this is just the new one.

He sat up, his coat slipping down to his knees.

I paused for a moment, picked it up and glanced at it; it was my grandfather's.

Xiao Yunqing was still asleep on the chair next to him.

A thin blanket covered her shoulders; her breathing was light; her face was flushed from the sun.

He glanced at her, didn't call out to her, stood up, and draped his coat over the back of the chair.

In the main room, Grandma sat in a chair, dozing off, her head nodding off.

Grandpa is not here, and the hoe by the door is gone.

Song Huan glanced into the yard; her grandfather's straw hat was gone.

He walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked outside.

On a distant country road, a figure wearing a straw hat is walking towards the fields. He is a little hunched over, carrying a hoe on his shoulder. His steps are slow but steady.

He glanced back at Xiao Yunqing, who was still sleeping, then at his grandmother, sighed, walked back, picked up his coat, and draped it over his grandmother's shoulders.

Grandma opened her eyes. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Grandpa went to the fields, I'm going to help."

Grandma grabbed his wrist. "Don't go. Your grandpa can manage on his own. You stay home and rest."

"It's alright, I'll go lend a hand." He gently removed his grandmother's hand. "Yunqing is still sleeping. Let her stay home with you when she wakes up."

Before Grandma could say anything more, he had already turned around, walked into the yard, picked up a straw hat, and transformed into a straw hat boy.

Xiao Yunqing had woken up sometime earlier. She was lying in a chair with her eyes open. Seeing him about to leave, she immediately sat up. "Where are you going?"

"Go to the ground."

"I'm coming too, wait for me." She threw off the blanket and stood up quickly, not even having time to tie her hair back up.

"What are you going to do? The fields are dirty."

"I'm not afraid of getting dirty." She had already started tying her hair into a ponytail, the rubber band in her mouth, her fingers weaving through her hair. "Wait for me."

Song Huan looked at her anxious expression and didn't say anything.

She tied her hair into a ponytail, ran up to him, and said, "Let's go."

"You're wearing these shoes?" He glanced down at her white sneakers.

Xiao Yunqing glanced down, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is it not allowed?"

"Okay." Song Huan didn't say much, put a straw hat on her head, and turned to walk out.

Grandpa was wearing a straw hat, with a padlock on his left shoulder and a towel draped over his right shoulder. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when he heard a noise behind him and turned around.

Seeing Song Huan chase after him, and then seeing Xiao Yunqing following behind, he paused for a moment.

Where are you going?

"Let me help." Song Huan took the hoe from her grandfather's shoulder. "You're too old, don't do heavy work."

Before Grandpa could say anything, Song Huan had already shouldered her hoe and walked out.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, ran a few steps, then stopped, turned back to look at her grandfather, and asked, "Grandpa, is there anything I can do to help?"

Grandpa looked at her, paused for two seconds, and then smiled.

It seems not.

"I'm not playing around, I'm here to work," Xiao Yunqing said seriously on the spot, her expression as solemn as if she were making an oath.

Grandpa smiled even more broadly, "Good, good, good, you'll get to work."

With one old person and two young people, the three of them officially set off.

Walking along the village road, I saw Aunt Liu picking vegetables at her door. Upon seeing this, she forgot to put down the vegetables in her hands.

Song Huan walked ahead, a hoe on his shoulder, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, taking long strides.

Xiao Yunqing followed beside her, clutching a small iron shovel in her hand. Her ponytail was tied high, and she looked around like a primary school student on a spring outing.

Grandpa walked at the very back, his hands behind his back, moving slowly.

After looking for a while, Aunt Liu turned and shouted into the house, "His father, come out and see!"

Her husband poked his head out of the house. "What are you looking at?"

"Wen Tao's son took his female classmate and went to the fields with his grandfather!"

The man came out, stood at the doorway, glanced at the scene, and smiled. "This kid is interesting."

As Aunt Liu watched the three people walk away, she sighed, "Our village hasn't seen a scene like this in years."

On the village road, we encountered a few more people.

Some were carrying buckets of manure, some were leading oxen, and some were carrying plows and harrows.

Everyone stopped and watched the three people walk past.

Someone shouted at Grandpa, "Old Song, are you taking your grandson to the fields?"

Grandpa laughed heartily, "Yes, the one next to me is my grandson's classmate."

The man glanced at Xiao Yunqing, then at Song Huan, and smiled meaningfully, "Your grandson's classmate is really good-looking."

Grandpa smiled even more broadly.

Xiao Yunqing walked ahead and blushed slightly when she heard what was said behind her, but she didn't turn around.

She quickened her pace to catch up with Song Huan and whispered, "Are they laughing at me?"

"No, they're just envious of my grandfather."

"What's there to envy?"

"I envy him for having his grandson to accompany him to the fields."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced at her grandfather.

Grandpa walked behind, the carrying pole swaying on his shoulders, his wrinkles smoothing out, and he smiled like a chrysanthemum.

She turned back without saying a word, but her steps became a little lighter.

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