In the next period of time, Qi Yue also got busy due to spring plowing, and basically spent his time on the fields. He Ling had never seen him again. After all, they weren't all together.

On the contrary, He Zhen had actually met several times. His purpose was obvious. Qi Yue was not a fool, so he understood naturally in his heart.

After the spring plowing, the talents in the village can finally catch their breath. They only need to go to the fields to take care of them occasionally. They don't need to be stuck in the ground all day, and there is more free time for chatting and chatting with each other.

However, this has nothing to do with He Ling. He still has to do every day. After washing and drying his clothes, he went into the mountain again with a rope and a machete. The firewood at home was used up. , If he doesn't make it up quickly, he will have to be scolded again for the delay in making dinner.

He didn't have that much energy, and he couldn't carry so much firewood every time, so he had to walk a few more times to burn at home for a few days. But also because it took a lot of time to do so, it was not uncommon for Qian to say that he was lazy hiding in the mountains.

He couldn't argue, and he would be scolded even worse. Fortunately, he was used to it. When he was young, he would be sad, so he doesn't care much now.

He Ling squatted on the ground, **** the firewood that had just been cut, and carried the bundle of firewood back on his back.

There was a neigh of horses not far away. He Ling stopped the movements in his hands and listened carefully. He heard several hooves stepping on the ground, not far away from him.

He stood up and looked in that direction. A horse was standing there, kicking the ground with a front hoof from time to time, but no one else was seen near it.

He Ling knew whose horse it was, and there was only one person in Gushui Village who had a horse, but he didn't understand why the horse was here, but that person was not there.

He hesitated for a while, then walked over to the horse, and when he got closer, he noticed that it seemed to be wrong. While kicking the ground, he would shake his head and make his nose from time to time, which seemed very irritable.

He walked two more steps forward, and he didn't dare to go too close. He had only seen horses such a precious thing from a distance before. He had never been so close before, so he was still a little scared in his heart, not to mention this horse. The mood now seems to be unstable.

After seeing a stranger approaching, the horse did not run away. Instead, he lifted the front hoof that had been kicking at him. He Ling looked down, not very understanding, and the horse snapped his nose again. Raise his forefoot at him.

He Ling seemed to understand a little bit. He tentatively walked to it. Seeing that he had no response, he knelt on the ground and reached out to touch its front hoof. The horse didn't lose its temper, and he cooperated to lift the hoof along with his strength. stand up.

He Ling put its hoof on his lap and took a closer look, and found that there was a thorn thorn near the calf of the hoof. He breathed a sigh of relief.

There are a lot of thorn bushes in the mountain, and sometimes he will get pierced if not paying attention. Although it is not very painful, it is really annoying.

He pierced the thorn, and carefully wiped off the blood that emerged with his sleeves, and then patted the horse's calf lightly, "Is it comfortable now?"

The horse lowered his head and rubbed gently on the side of his face. The snort sprayed on his neck, making it itchy.

He Ling raised his hand and stroked his cheek, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile opened up, like the first red plum blossom in the winter, bringing people a dazzling surprise in the plain white snow.

When the busy time passed, Qi Yue would take Mu Yan to let out the wind in the forest when nothing happened, and he would also find some useful herbs to take home.

Mu Yan was smart, he wouldn't hold it by his side, and followed him running in the forest. When he left, he would whistle to call it back.

After blowing the whistle today, but not seeing Mu Yan for a long time, he was a little strange, wondering if he ran away? Then follow the hoof prints in the forest to find.

After a while, he stopped his pace and his smile grew thicker.

He Ling held the horse's head and played with it for a while, then gently pushed it away to stand up, "I have to go, you also go to your master!"

"It's called Mu Yan!" He Ling jumped by the sudden voice. He turned his head to look, and Qi Yue was walking over, "How happy are you getting along?"

As Qi Yue approached, He Ling took two steps back, keeping a certain distance from him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't touch your horse casually!"

Qi Yue raised his hand and touched Mu Yan's head, and said with a smile: "No problem, it is rare to be close to others!"

"Then... I'll go now!" He Ling turned around, trot to the Chai He who had been dropped by him, lifted it up and carried it on his back.

"I'll see you off!" Qi Yue followed him, reaching out to take his chai.

He Ling dodged, avoiding his hand, "Qi Yue!"

Qi Yue's hand paused. This was the first time he had called his name. It didn't make sense to say that it was tickling in his heart.

"I know you are kind-hearted, a good person, and you want to help me, but..." He Ling's hand holding the rope tightly, "For your own reputation, it is better for you to stay away from me!"

"Kindness?" Qi Yue never knew that these two words can be on his body. What he lacks most is the so-called compassion. "How do you know that I am not profitable?"

"It's profitable? If I have anything to make others worry about, it won't be the situation it is now!" There is nothing good about him, because he has nothing, "I'm going back, Qi Yue, thank you !"

He Ling's figure gradually disappeared from Qi Yue's sight, his smile became meaningful, "Perhaps, I have a lot of pictures of you!"

He Ling returned home with firewood on his back, went straight into the stove, unloaded the firewood and placed it on the pile.

Today, Qian took He Zhen in the Zhao’s ox cart in the village to buy things in the town. He Tian and his eldest son He Fu and his younger son He Gui went for a drink. I was afraid that it would be late at night. Liu took his three-year-old son back to his natal family to visit his sick mother. It is estimated that he would have to stay for a few days. Only his second-in-law, Zheng, was in the room to take care of his one-year-old daughter.

It's rare that there is no one in the family today. It's rare to be quiet. He Ling feels that he can take a breather, and he doesn't need to be so tight, for fear of doing something wrong.

But relax and relax. You still have to do the work quickly. It's getting late, and Qian and the others should also be back. If they see him before dinner, they will lose their temper.

Sure enough, as soon as He Ling finished cooking, he heard movement in the yard, and Qian began to call him, "He Ling! Did you cook?! I'm starving to death!"

He covered the lid and walked out of the stove, "Auntie, the rice is already cooked, I will serve it!"

Qian nodded at him indiscriminately, and went in to put things in the house. He Ling was about to turn around and go back to the stove, but was called to stop.

He Zhen walked in front of him and turned around. He was wearing a goose-yellow shirt. At first glance, it was a new purchase, which made his face more delicate. "Am I good-looking?"

He Ling nodded, "Good-looking!"

He Zhen looked at the coarse cloth clothes on his body. It was his old clothes. It was already in bad condition and there were patches everywhere, but he still looked beautiful. He Zhen took another step forward. Is it you good-looking, or I am good-looking?"

Because of the premature birth, he always worked hard to eat. He Ling was thinner than the average brother. He Zhen was three years younger than him, but he was nearly half a head taller, and his skeleton was bigger than him. Talking to him so close makes him a little depressed, "You...you look good!"

He Zhen smiled with satisfaction, "You come to my room after dinner, I have something for you to do!"

"Got it!" He Ling replied softly, watching him return to the house, and went into the kitchen room to serve food.

There were not many people eating at night, and there was no noise in the past. He Ling shrank and sat at the corner of the table, and did not dare to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, but immersed himself in drinking the soup in his bowl. When he eats every day, he feels the most difficult time. Sitting with these people makes every inch of his body uncomfortable.

After eating, He Ling took all the dishes and chopsticks to clean, remembering what He Zhen had said to him before, and sighed, even though he didn't want to, he still went to his house.

Seeing him, He Zhen handed a cloth bag to him, "You embroider a purse for me!"

He Ling opened the cloth bag, and there was a small piece of silver-white silk cloth inside, as well as a few **** of silk thread. It is common for He Zhen to embroider things, and he was not surprised, so he nodded to show that he knew.

He Zhen took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, spread it out and handed it to him, "Embroider this word!"

He Ling took it and took a closer look. He didn't know how to read. He only thought that the word was written beautifully, but he didn't know what it was.

"This is the Yue character!" He Zhen smiled shyly. This character was written by the shopkeeper when he bought the embroidery thread today. He described the character he had seen on Qi Yue's purse. The shopkeeper wrote this for him, "Qi Yue's more!"

He Ling paused with the paper hand, embroidered the name of the person, then it is self-evident who the purse is for, but, "This way, to give something to a guy hastily, isn't it..."

A slap in the face interrupted He Ling's words. He covered the beaten cheek and lowered his head.

"He Ling, are you trying to say that I'm shameless?" He Zhen grabbed his wrist and pulled him a step toward him. "Or, do you like him too?!"

"No...No!" He Ling hurriedly shook his head, he just subconsciously spoke out and persuaded him, without any other meaning.

"It's better not!" He Zhen pushed him away, "I went to town for a day and got dirty. I have to take a shower. I'm afraid the water at home is not enough. You can pick two more buckets!"

He Ling had only picked up water during the day, and a bath must be enough, but he knew that He Zhen was deliberately making things difficult for him, so he wanted to find a reason.