The Gobi Desert in Ganzhou is exposed, and this is the first time Zhong Yue has experienced the Danxia style in the northwest.

I am used to seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers of the hills in the south of the Yangtze River. Such rough scenery is mainly red and yellow. Zhong Yue and Sasha sat on the iron tricycle filled with sunflowers. Sasha was chirping and shouting along the way, making Sasha, who was driving a motorized tricycle, look speechless.

"Uncle, do you think my father is coming back from the racecourse?"

"Well, you, go back and do your homework quickly. Today I have been playing crazy for a day. I will stay at home honestly tomorrow and I will not be allowed to go anywhere."

Sasha pouted and said, "Uncle, Qiu Shan and I will help you collect sunflowers, you don't appreciate it!"

"Come on. How fast do you two turtles crawl? They are playing and harvesting. How much has they harvested?"

"Hmph! I don't care. Anyway, my father comes back tomorrow, and I want to ask him to take me to the market to buy food. By the way, he wants to eat... he wants to eat ice cream."

Zhong Yue: “…”

One big and one small on the iron cart, the two of them stared at each other with big eyes like mung beans.

"Come on, I'm still here. Qiushan is a mute, so just talk nonsense. It's not easy for your father to work in the horse farm. He earned less than 2,000 yuan this month. You want this and that, as well as Qiushan's medical expenses before..."

"Uncle!"

"Okay, OK, I won't say it."

The iron car arrived in a village with flat mountains. Zhong Yue jumped out of the iron car first and then carried Sasha off the iron car. The small villages are all red brick bungalows. Zhong Yue hadn't seen such a village for a long time, but this was where he was about to move in. After lying in the hospital for two years, from the doctor's helplessness to the miracle later, Zhong Yue relied on his willpower and ink rhyme and barely survived.

This was the first time he had walked out of the hospital after he recovered and was discharged from the hospital and came to this poor small village.

"Qiushan, come and follow me, I'll take you to my house."

The driving uncle held an old-fashioned pipe in his hand, pulled a cart of sunflowers, and said, "Go."

Zhong Yue and he nodded and followed Sasha toward the village. The village was deserted and there were almost no people. Except for some old men and ladies who were so old that they couldn't walk, there were basically no traces of young people. Fu Sasha and Zhong Yue were like walking in a castle that was so old that it was about to collapse.

Walking up the slightly tilted steps, Sasha jumped into a red tiled house with her small backpack.

There was no figure, only a hungry dog, like a dog dug out of a pit, pulling the rusty chain and pounced on the little master diligently, while barking at Zhong Yue, a stranger like Zhong Yue.

"Ahua, don't call him. He is Qiushan, your good brother."

Zhong Yue: “…”

Since I couldn't speak in my throat, Zhong Yue's silence and speechlessness have become the norm.

The local dog seemed to have been ordered by the little master, and whined a few words, then it stopped ringing. It shook its tail, asked for food at the little master, rubbed its head around, and waited excitedly.

Sasha divided a sausage into three sections, and reluctantly handed over one section, "Qiushan, you eat it."

Seeing the little girl's eyes, Zhong Yue was speechless, but he was embarrassed to refuse. Moreover, after working for a whole day, he was indeed hungry, so he took the sausage and started eating.

"Qiushan, I'm going to do my homework, otherwise my dad will definitely not let me go to the market tomorrow. You can help me make a fire and burn some water. My dad will definitely wash his face when he comes back from the horse farm."

After Zhong Yue couldn't speak, he just started to do things directly without using his hands to gesture. He was not mute at all, and he was too lazy to learn sign language. When he was in the hospital, he communicated with the nurse with paper and pen. After being discharged from the hospital, Sasha's ten words were of no recognition, and Zhong Yue was too lazy to do this.

Although Zhong Yue has stopped doing these jobs in recent years, it does not mean that Zhong Yue has forgotten them. He is still very skillful in lighting some dead grass and then adding firewood.

"Qiushan!"

Zhong Yue put the firewood into the pot, sat on water, and walked over. Seeing Sasha holding a pen under the incandescent lamp, she looked puzzled.

"Come here and teach me, I don't know how to do this arithmetic problem."

When Sasha came to the hospital before, she learned that Zhong Yue knew about cultural courses and always pestered Zhong Yue and asked him to teach homework. So now, whenever she knew what she could, she would have to look for Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue pulled the draft.

Sasha said stingyly: "Use the one I used in the previous one."

“…”

He wrote the formula for the one-elementary equation of the primary school Olympiad problem on paper, and then wrote a very simple analysis aside, trying to avoid asking Sasha to ask any questions again, and then continue to return to the stove.

Sasha's uncle said in the car that he would go to his house for dinner. In fact, Sasha had returned before and ate and lived at his house. It was something Zhong Yue never expected that he had burned it. In the past two years, he slowly walked out of the shadows from despair, and finally knew how powerful Huang Youwei was to survive alone under the shadow of death.

While burning the fire, Zhong Yue used ink to nourish the withered meridians in his body. This is his must-do homework every day. Now it is much better than when his muscles completely atrophy.

"Sasha."

"Dad!" Sasha, who was still doing homework, heard the familiar shouts outside, immediately put down her pen and ran outside the house.

Zhong Yue looked up and pulled the firewood, and the water he had sat down had almost gone away.

"Where is Qiushan?"

“It’s in the stove.”

"You girl, Brother Qiu Shan was burned, and you still asked him to stay in the kitchen!"

Sasha hugged the middle-aged man's neck, "Dad said Brother Qiu Shan is the son of the Vulcan God?"

Zhong Yue stood in front of the father and daughter and nodded at Fu Guoqiang.

"Go and go, do your homework. I'll say something to you, Brother Qiu Shan."

"Dad, go to the market tomorrow, remember to bring me with you."

"What are you taking you there? Didn't you just took you there last month?"

"I'm going."

Fu Guoqiang looked at his daughter who was holding his thigh and acting coquettishly, and touched his head in a doting way, "Okay, finish the homework, otherwise there will be no talk."

"Okay." The little girl hurried back to the incandescent lamp to do her homework.

"Qiushan, you sit down. These are anti-inflammatory drugs, the doctor said. Although your amazing resilience does not seem to cause the wound to be infected, you still need to take some anti-inflammatory drugs. Otherwise, with your current immunity, you may get sick once you have bacterial infection."

Zhong Yue took the small bottle of anti-inflammatory drugs without any words. This drug was probably directly packed from those cheap pharmaceutical factories and stuffed into his pocket. He didn't need these, but he didn't want to explain these to Fu Guoqiang, and he couldn't explain them now.

"I'll tell you good news. I've shown your paintings to the director of the horse farm. He said that you can go to a magazine to be an illustrator. His wife is the editor-in-chief of the magazine. It has been agreed that if possible, the monthly salary will be 3,500 yuan, which is more than I earned to wash horses in the horse farm."

Zhong Yue smiled and nodded slightly to Fu Guoqiang to thank him.
Chapter completed!