Zhou Chunhe also watched from a distance for a while. The old lady was much older. She sat there like a deflated ball.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Chunhe walked over and sat down next to his mother.

Mrs. Zhou Huang just glanced at him lightly and said calmly, "Look at the good thing you did, you destroyed all my fields and there are vegetables everywhere."

"I want to farm. That's easy. I'll ask the second master to give me half an acre of land tomorrow."

"Don't mention him, don't mention me again." Mrs. Zhou threatened.

"Okay, if you don't want to mention it, don't mention it. If Mr. Zhou Huang says it, don't mention it." Zhou Chunhe smiled and catered.

"Don't be poor, I know your wings have grown hard now and you are ready to fly."

"Where can I fly? No matter how far I fly, won't the thread still be in your hand? What you say, old lady, is really heartless."

"I have no conscience?" Mrs. Zhou suddenly choked up, glanced at her son and turned away her head.

Zhou Chunhe's heart suddenly tugged, "I have no conscience."

"It's me who talks too much." Zhou Chunhe admitted his mistake.

"Mom, you should come to the fields less often from now on. It's not easy to walk on the field ridge."

"I'm just saying that you don't care about me. Master hasn't gone far yet, so retreat quickly." Zhou Chunhe said, his upper body making a gesture to run out, but his lower body hadn't moved yet.

After comforting Mrs. Zhou, Jiang Lu cooked two more special dishes in the evening. The melancholy and sadness that Mrs. Zhou felt in the afternoon completely disappeared without a trace.

"Zhou Huang rarely has such sad moments. Most likely, he is thinking of my father."

The two of them didn't know what they talked about. It seemed like they didn't say anything, but they seemed to have said everything. The bottle of wine was bottomed out, and Zhou Chunhe staggered home.

Half an hour ago, not long after Jiang Lu and Zhou Chunhe arrived home, the second master came over and asked them to see Zhou Huang, who was sitting alone in the field in a daze.

"Don't talk about my grandson, he is different from you."

"I don't blame others. You didn't tell me anything, and why don't you let me hear it from others? I still know from other people's mouth that I have a daughter-in-law who does great things."

"Stop talking nonsense, I grew up here."

Zhou Chunhe picked up two stones, one to sit on, and one to put the wine and peanuts on. Then he spread them out, unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, and drank sips with the second master.

Mrs. Zhou raised her buttocks, which was a bit difficult. Zhou Chunhe stretched out his hand and pulled it, and then kept protecting his mother's back with his hand until he had walked the entire field ridge.

"Oh, then why did you come here to blow the wind?"

Zhou Huang caught him and said, "I've got everything done, so don't trouble my master anymore."

Mrs. Zhou took two more steps forward, but she didn't dare to go any further for fear of soiling the bed, so she moved her mouth and asked, "What are you spending this money on?"

"What about your grandson? You went out to see the scenery by yourself, without your grandson?"

"We don't have any conscience, and Zhou Tian doesn't have any conscience either."

It was uncomfortable at the time. No matter what, a child who needed his father's love suddenly lost his father. It felt like he was inferior to others. He hid this fragility tightly and refused to show it to anyone.

"Haven't all the buildings already been built?"

"Then I advise you to go back quickly and see what your daughter-in-law, who is doing great things, bought you."

"Isn't it just that you have no conscience? You have no conscience, and your wife has no conscience either."

"Mom, come here and see if you like it?" Jiang Lu said.

Jiang Lu knew about him. Every once in a while, this guy would go have a few drinks with the second master, so he didn't ask or stop him.

The second master put the empty wine bottle in place, stood there, patted his butt, and went back to the house to sleep.

In fact, Zhou Chunhe didn't want to think about it. He was old enough to read and remember things at that time, so he couldn't remember it at all. But at that time, he felt that his father passed away suddenly and strangely. His mother told him that his father died of a sudden illness, so he could only

If you believe it firmly, you will feel better.

Afterwards, Zhou Chunhe and Jiang Lu talked about the old lady's performance today, and Zhou Chunhe also showed unprecedented melancholy.

"Leave."

"What are you hiding? The contract has just been negotiated. Jiang Lu and I are about to come back to talk to you."

Zhou Chunhe seemed to understand, "Did you hear what others said?"

The old lady mentioned that Huihui's house had a bed that was soft and elastic to sit on. When Jiang Lu heard it, she knew it was Simmons. When she had time today, she and Zhou Chunhe went to buy it back.

"The shopping mall matter was just settled today. Where did you hear all this nonsense?"

Zhou Chunhe shrugged, "I was too young, so I can't remember it clearly."

But there was joy in every part of his face.

"Okay, why not, it's all yours." Zhou Chunhe waved his hand, "Here, here, and there are all yours."

"I'm here to take a look at my fields, can't I use my land?"

From then on, Zhou Chunhe never wanted to think of his father, and his mother rarely mentioned him. Over time, it was as if this person had never existed in this family.

"Just go and take a look and you'll find out."

"Then stay?"

Mrs. Zhou's eyes were fixed, "What did you buy?"

Mrs. Zhou panicked for a moment, then remembered, "He was playing at Teacher Lin's house."

This year, she and Zhou Chunhe spent a lot of time away from home, and her mother-in-law took care of the house, so even though the old lady sometimes acted like a monster, she could understand and turned a blind eye and didn't care, although she was still angry at the time.

My teeth were itching. Just like the last time I brought Hui Hui home, she really wanted to be a shrew. But then I thought about it, Zhou Chunhe had already come forward, which was better than her thousands of words.

Zhou Chunhe picked up a bottle of wine and was going out to find the second master.

"Why did your father die?"

The second master was still smoking a dry cigarette under the tree, regardless of the sunset, as if he had never left.

Jiang Lu hurriedly asked Zhou Chunhe to go, while he packed up the newly bought bed.

"Did you remember that you were hiding something from me?" Mrs. Zhou asked back.

"It's all mine, but it's not my turn to decide anything."

Mrs. Zhou came back from the field ridge, stepped on the mud, and the first thing she saw was the huge Simmons bed in the yard. She endured it, and at least she didn't look like she couldn't help herself.

"That was originally built."

"Not a mall?"

There are scattered peanut shells on the ground, carrying a thin red coat. When the wind blows, they fly away without any nostalgia.

On the way back, Zhou Chunhe couldn't remember whether he had complained to the second master. In fact, he was also afraid that his wife would leave too fast and leave him behind. He hoped that the woman he loved with all his life would live well.

She was glamorous and dazzling, but if he couldn't protect her and give her support, he would rather hit her with a brick.

He felt that there was some kind of force pushing them forward. This force seemed to come from the invisible, traceless and uncontrollable force. No matter how powerful his fist was, he couldn't do anything about it.

Second Master, Second Master, how should I start your story...
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