Song Xiang felt that life was so fantasy that one day she could be taken care of by Yan Han. She did not dare to think so in her dreams.
Although Yan Han only gave her the things Yan Song left to eat, and the rest was just a glass of water or something, but this was shocking enough.
She lay in bed for three days, feeling that the fatigue of the past five years had been relaxed, and her body and mind were sublimated.
The most important thing is that Yan Han stopped attacking her, probably because she was injured.
On the fourth day, Song Xiang was able to walk in the fields, but he still wanted to help the old lady cut the wheat first.
The last piece of wheat is near the reservoir. It is not large but not close to the courtyard.
Song Xiang went with him, but he could only watch from the side.
Yan Han didn't say a word, and he looked like an old scalper who endured hardships and was capable.
Song Xiang drank milk on it and said with emotion, "How beautiful it is."
This transformation plan really came at the right time. Look, Yan Gou already looks like a human being.
Just as she was thinking this, Yan Han came up with a bundle of wheat, glanced at her with disgust, and spoke in a voice that the old lady couldn't hear.
"You're so stubborn about staying, what can you do to help?"
Song Xiang: "Spiritually, I have always been your strong support."
Yan Han snorted, not bothering to say anything more to her, and turned around and returned to the wheat field.
Song Xiang found it interesting and secretly took several photos with his mobile phone while he was not paying attention.
In the picture, the originally dignified and indifferent man had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and the old lady forced him to replace his sneakers with military green plastic shoes. The displeasure on his face was originally a sign of keeping away from strangers, but he didn't know.
When did it get a little bit of mud and it landed on the tip of my nose, it was so funny no matter how you looked at it.
Song Xiang became more and more amused as he watched, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
As soon as he raised his head, he was met with stern and cold eyes.
She smiled, put away her phone calmly, and made a fist gesture towards Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, come on!"
Yan Han: "..."
Mrs. Yu climbed up to the ridge of the field carrying the wheat and said to Yan Han: "You send this cart back first, this girl and I will watch here."
Yan Han withdrew his gaze from glaring at Song Xiang, responded lightly, and turned on the tricycle with a cold face.
Song Xiang watched him walk away and then laughed wildly.
Old Mrs. Yu glanced at the side and said casually: "Did you choose such an inhumane man with your eyes closed?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and explained: "Grandma, he is not my boyfriend."
"Not your boyfriend?" The old lady frowned and clicked her tongue with a complicated expression.
Song Xiang thought that the old lady felt that their relationship was unclear, so she opened her mouth but didn't know how to explain.
The old lady turned around and walked into the field, and said leisurely: "I thought it was quite unlucky for you to find such a man."
Song Xiang thought to herself that if this was really her boyfriend, he would be really unlucky.
The next second, the old lady said again: "Listening to what you said, I think this boy is even more unlucky."
Song Xiang was confused: "What?"
The old lady ignored it and buried herself in the field.
Song Xiang sat there, unable to figure out what this meant, and it was difficult to continue asking.
I was confused and didn't know where the sound came from.
She calmed down and pricked her ears, "Grandma, did you hear anything?"
The old lady stopped and leaned over to listen.
Song Xiang didn't hear clearly just now, but suddenly he heard clearly.