When Wang Qingshan came back under the moonlight, Liu Mei had just coaxed the child to sleep.

Looking at the obvious grass stains on Wang Qingshan's body, Liu Mei couldn't help frowning.

"It's midnight, why are you hiking into the woods again?"

Wang Qingshan smiled, "Most of the people in the village have gone, it's okay."

When Liu Mei heard this, she knew that something big was going to happen, but she didn't ask in detail.

He called Wang Qingshan to change his clothes and scrub it clean.

The two of them rested early.

The more you know, the faster you die.

Liu Mei understands this truth more than anyone else.

After all, that is a pain in the skin.

A scream cut through the tranquility of the night in Wangjia Village. Liu Mei's body suddenly shook and she woke up from her sleep.

It was not cold in October, but the bed sheets under Liu Mei were completely soaked in cold sweat.

Her eyes were wide open, and her cherry lips kept twitching, as if she had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.

A big palm patted Liu Mei's back comfortingly, and a male voice who deliberately lowered it whispered: "Is there a nightmare again? I'm not afraid, you still have me!"

The simple voice pulled back Liu Mei's thoughts. She looked at the baby against the wall, then at the man leaning against the edge of the bed, the stone table not far away, and the stone wall next to the stone table. Liu Mei's horror expression slightly restrained a little, her infinitely enlarged pupils slightly closed, and her slightly opened lips slowly closed.

Although she was the second lady of the Liu family in name, the Liu family had never treated her badly. She lived for two lives. She never thought that a stone house or a village man could give her an unprecedented sense of security.

What a great irony!

But it is a reality that is truly true.

Men are chosen by themselves, and they also choose this kind of life. As long as you escape from the terrible city of Dian and escape from any terrible man, it is all worth it.

Liu Mei touched the child who was sleeping soundly beside her, wiped the cold sweat, covered her with a quilt, and leaned against the simple man, and fell asleep again.

The next day, when Liu Mei got up, there was no one beside her.

The things in the house were cleaned up, and except for clothes and daily necessities, nothing else was left, including the hare skin in front of the house.

Liu Mei felt a sudden slap in her heart, and she always felt that something big was about to happen.

Compared to milk powder, the little girl prefers complementary foods.

Liu Mei made a small pot of millet porridge with millet, skimmed out the thick rice oil, and fed it to Yingying.

Rice oil is a ginseng soup for the poor.

To this day, it has fallen to this point.

That's all the best that Liu Mei can give.

Thinking of this, I feel a little sorry for this little girl.

Liu Mei pursed her lips and made a decision silently.

After the rabbit skin is cleaned, make a piece of clothing for the little girl as soon as possible and compensate the little girl.

It was such a pleasant decision.

Liu Mei made a decision, wiped the little girl happily, and carried it to the yard to bask in the sun.

On the small road at the door, who came here slowly, wasn’t Qiao Lan?

As he was far away, Qiao Lan waved at her and trotted all the way.

"Auntie, my uncle asked me to come and accompany you."

Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, "Your uncle? Where is someone else!"

Qiao Lan smiled, "Uncle said that he wanted to go up the mountain to hunt and would come back at lunch."

hunt?

As for bringing all the valuable possessions and rabbit skins?

Liu Mei’s head was not stuck by the door, so she would definitely not believe it!

In front of outsiders, give Wang Qingshan some face.

She asked with a smile, "Have you had breakfast?"

Qiao Lan nodded, approached Liu Mei's ear, and whispered: "In the morning, the sweet potato porridge made by the whole village together with pickles! My dad said that the Revolutionary Committee is coming to check, so you must keep a low profile."

Although this is Muxiang, which is 108,000 miles away from Diancheng, Liu Mei is disgusted with the three words "The Revolutionary Committee" from the bottom of her heart.

When I heard these three words, I was in a bad mood.

Liu Mei thought about it. Wang Qingshan went to the mountains to hunt, or something, probably just an excuse, and hiding things was the main purpose.

Faced with this trend, Wang Qingshan emptyed his entire family, and Liu Mei would not say a word.

Liu Mei slapped Qiao Lan in anger, "I know that the group of people are coming, but I still don't keep the door?"

Qiao Lan curled her lips and muttered, "I'm just talking about it here."

Liu Mei frowned, looking disagreeing, "There are ears in the partition walls. I'm not absolutely safe here."

Qiao Lan immediately became nervous, looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, "Auntie knew to scare me."

Liu Mei shook her head and returned to the living room with a look of "not as good as you".

Putting the child into the cradle, Liu Mei pulled the pen and paper, and then started drawing on the stone table.

After a while, a lifelike image of the chairman was born in her hands.

I scooped a little millet porridge from the pot, spread it randomly on the four corners of the drawing paper, pasted it on the wall facing the door, and jumped off the stool and clapped my hands.

A series of movements made Qiao Lan stunned.

"Aunt, you still have this ability!"

Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it necessary to make a fuss about drawing a personal image?"

Qiao Lan nodded, "When the second aunt next door left, she invited a master to come and paint the portrait. The second uncle packed a whole dollar and a pack of cigarettes!"

In Qiao Lan's opinion, one dollar is an astronomical figure.

After all, it only costs five cents to eat a bowl of noodles.

Hearing this, Liu Mei's mouth twitched.

She is a college student who graduated from the aesthetics department and looks like she is a special portrait of a dead person?

Her teacher knew about this, but I wonder what expression would it look like?

Qiao Lan looked at Liu Mei's constipated face and then realized her mistakes. She covered her mouth and didn't know how to do it.

Liu Mei sighed and smiled bitterly: "Not everyone can draw this portrait.

I'm not good at this.

Even the Chairman's portrait was specially practiced to make a living.

Very ashamed."

When Qiao Lan heard this, she couldn't help but feel curious.

"What's my aunt good at?"

Liu Mei smiled, "Engraving!"

Qiao Lan remembered the two carvings that Liu Mei carved for herself, and she wanted to beg Liu Mei to carve one.

Just thinking about the reason why I came here today, thinking about the group of people who were almost at Qiaojia Village, and silently shut their mouths.

As the days go by, there will always be a chance in the future.

After picking up his insole, Qiao Lan began to take it.

Liu Mei looked at it and found that it was a traditional diamond pattern. She smiled and picked up another insole and helped her to put it in.

Qiao Lan smiled and said, "I still owe my aunt two pairs of insoles! I don't know how big the aunt is wearing."

Liu Mei looked at the insole in her hand and smiled, "It's a coincidence, it just happened to be the same as the pair of insoles on her hand, size 36."

Qiao Lan smiled with a pursed lips, "Okay! When I take it, I'll give this pair of insoles to my aunt!"
Chapter completed!