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Chapter two hundred and seven drying clothes

Inside the house.

The lights were lit on the room.

Under the lamp, the middle-aged man with a lame leg moved back and forth in front of the woman from time to time.

Holding a warm towel, carefully, gently wipe the woman's face and saying something.

The woman in some big red clothes sat blankly beside the bed, her eyes were confused and her eyes were distracted.

"Wife, I'll wipe it for you again, and you'll soak your feet."

The middle-aged man moved his feet with some inconvenience, squatted down with a veil, washed it, and wrung out some water from the veil in the basin.

Next to him, the woman in big red clothes looked distracted, as if she had watched the middle-aged man wringing his veil.

Waiting for the middle-aged man to turn around, he stretched out his hand and took the handkerchief in the middle-aged man's hand over.

"What's wrong, my wife?"

The middle-aged man asked.

The woman was just standing there, her eyes were still unconscious and had no focus.

Just lifted his hand with the veil forward, followed by, and let go of his hand with the veil.

The veil just fell back into the basin, splashing some water.

The woman was still holding her hands, and then in the air, she seemed to be holding something down and pulling her hands down.

"...Wife, are you trying to dry the veil?"

The middle-aged man looked back and forth and asked,

"Wife, you don't need to hang it, I'll just hang it. You soak your feet."

The middle-aged man said again, hunched down and changed the water from the basin to the foot wash basin next to him.

Help the woman take off her shoes.

The woman was still sitting by the bed, her eyes were distracted and unconscious.

...

Chen Lun and the other two appeared beside the bedroom door.

But the women and middle-aged men in this room were unaware of Chen Lun and the other two.

With calm eyes, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the bedroom room, the middle-aged man who was sitting blankly and looking at the middle-aged man who was taking care of the woman,

On the side, Shu Rou also stared at the couple. Rao Chang looked at them from time to time, and raised his head to think about something.

The surrounding scene,

As the middle-aged man said to the woman, he gradually changed rapidly.

...

"...I'll combed my hair for you, my wife. But I'm so clumsy and combed it a little ugly. Another day, my mother passed by the door of the house, and I'll ask her again."

"...Wife, I'll go to the street and sell some woven baskets and baskets in the house. You can stay at home. When these things are sold out, I will come back from the street. Just stay in the house and don't run around."

The scene changes again, and in the distance is the rising sun and the singing of birds in the mountains and forests.

He helped his wife take care of her hair again. The middle-aged man left the main hall, picked up some bamboo baskets in the yard, picked up some bamboo baskets, and bamboo baskets, and then turned around and told the woman.

The woman stood blankly by the door of the main room, her eyes dissipated, and she looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, without any movement, and naturally without saying anything.

"...just stay in the house, I'll come back..."

"...Sister Wu, I'll go out to the street today. Do you have anything to bring to me?"

"You can help me bring a bag of radish seeds back."

"...Hey, Sister Wu, please help me watch my wife."

"Don't worry, I know Anle. When she was still in her parents' house, she wouldn't run around. As soon as her parents left, she would just stand in her own yard, standing quietly and waiting. She didn't make a noise or making a fuss. She would be a crime to watch... Don't worry, there would be no trouble. I'll show you."

"Thank you, Sister Wu... I'll stay in the house. I'll sell these things and buy some vegetables to come back..."

The middle-aged man gave a few more words of advice, then picked up and took some woven backpacks and walked away.

The woman stood there in a daze by the door of the main hall, her eyes were confused and she didn't say a word.

Chen Lun and the other two stood by the yard, and this scene naturally came to their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed again.

The surrounding scenes changed, and scenes changed in front of Chen Lun and the other two.

...

"...Wife, do you miss home or not. Although our parents live at the end of the village, you haven't been home for so long."

"I'll take you home today, and we'll also go see our parents and have a meal with them."

Then next to the main hall, the middle-aged man stretched out his slightly rough hands and carefully braided his hair for the woman, while talking to the woman.

The woman sat on the stool with her eyes dissipated, facing her face, sitting blankly, without making any sound, and she didn't know if she understood the middle-aged man's words.

"Okay, let's go there."

After tied his hair, he helped the woman to take care of her clothes.

The middle-aged man lame his legs and walked towards the end of the village with his woman. The woman's eyes were not focused, and she was confused and followed the middle-aged man in a daze.

"...Mom, we're here."

It was just not long that the middle-aged man took the woman to the place.

Outside the door of the house, the old woman sitting under the eaves was folding some vegetables, and saw the middle-aged man coming over with the woman, and then stood up.

"Come here, come here... Chengde, please sit down."

The old woman looked back and forth at her daughter, then said to the middle-aged man, and moved a stool from the side and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Aren't you just let me come here for a meal? Why did you come here so early?"

After saying something to the middle-aged man, the old woman looked at her daughter again.

"There was nothing in the house today. I thought to see if there was anything to help here, so I came here early. Dad, why didn't you see anyone?"

"Her dad got up early in the morning and went to the field, saying that his daughter likes to eat sweet potatoes and went to dig sweet potatoes."

"Baby, don't miss home."

The old woman looked at her daughter, her eyes were a little red, and she asked again.

The woman stood blankly, staring at her mother without saying a word.

The old woman paused, raised her head again, and looked at the combed hair on her daughter's head.

"You braided her."

"I can't make it up either, so I guess I'm just clumsy..."

The middle-aged man said embarrassedly.

"It's good to have this heart."

Following closely.

The surrounding scenery has not changed, time has changed.

"...Then mom, Anle and I will go back first."

It was already evening, still in the yard.

The woman stood blankly towards her parents, with no focus in her eyes and her eyes were distracted.

The middle-aged man was saying goodbye to the old farmer and the old woman.

“Hey.”

The old woman looked at her daughter and responded.

"Wife, we're back."

The middle-aged man called the woman softly, took the woman's hand, and slowly turned around.

The woman stood there, looked at her parents, and then slowly turned around.

"... Chengde, if you have time, come here to have a meal. My daughter is stupid. Although we are just across the village, you are at the entrance of the village, and we are at the end of the village. But if you let her stay there, she will just stay there and don't know how to come back."

The old woman looked at her daughter and couldn't help but her eyes were a little red, and she said again.

"...why do you always come back? Just live your life well. Chengde, don't listen to her and don't delay the affairs in the house."

The old farmer said again, but also looked at his daughter.

"...It's okay, parents, it's not far away anyway, just at the entrance and end of the village. I'll bring you peace here if you have time. Don't be bothered..."

"Then let's go back first. Mom, you can come over if you have time and come to the house to sit down."

“Hey.”

The old woman and the old farmer watched as their daughters and middle-aged men gradually distant.

Just stand aside,
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