The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 472
”I still have a few acres of land over there. You can help me collect it later.” Chen Qianhu said.
”Shall I take it from you?” Jiang Zefeng chuckled, “Okay, give me the money first.”
Chen Qianhu was stunned.
He was such a mean person, but when Jiang Zefeng talked to him, he became more energetic and wandered around next to him, as if he was curious about Jiang Zefeng’s recovery, and kept asking him how he was doing well and whether he still remembered what happened in the past.
Especially because his face was often dirty because he was stupid in the past, but now it is clean, and he looks like a handsome young man from the city. He is very eye-catching, and Chen Qianhu wants to talk to him more.
”What do you always see Da Zhuang doing?” Chen Qianhu asked.
Jiang Zefeng: “Let me see my brother, what’s wrong?”
”What about your brother? Don’t you like him?” I
was reluctant to call him brother before.
”Tsk.”
Maybe it was because the sun was too bright, and Jiang Zefeng was a little upset, “What? Are you afraid that I will expose your bad things?” Chen Qianhu was stunned for a moment. He had never been treated with such an attitude
. He cursed in a low voice, “It’s your uncle’s fault.”
”It’s your uncle’s.” Jiang Zefeng retorted.
Chen Qianhu: “…”
Jiang Zefeng: “Why don’t you stay cool? Don’t come in front of me.” Out of the
corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking over. Jiang Zefeng turned his head and saw Gu Yinzhou coming over with a sickle, and Chen Qianhu also Seeing Gu Yinzhou, Jiang Zefeng could feel that Chen Qianhu tensed up and his face didn’t look good.
”Go back and eat.” Gu Yinzhou glanced at Chen Qianhu lightly, and Chen Qianhu took two steps back.
The midday sun reached its peak, making people’s heads hurt due to the scorching sun. One after another, people packed up their things and left the fields.
”Why is he so afraid of you?” Jiang Zefeng raised his hand to block the sun.
Gu Yinzhou walked in front, his voice cold and hard: “I don’t know.”
He said these two words in a perfunctory manner, and it sounded like he didn’t want to talk to Jiang Zefeng anymore. Jiang Zefeng licked his dry lips. He felt too hot and rolled up his sleeves. When he went up, the man in front of him was wrapped tightly.
Jiang Zefeng didn’t know much about what happened between Chen Qianhu and Gu Yinzhou. He only knew that he didn’t see Chen Qianhu for a few days after he came back from a gambling house.
He didn’t care about Gu Yinzhou’s attitude, so he asked casually: “Aren’t you hot?”
”Hot.”
”The heat is still so tight.”
”Yeah.”
Passing by a pond, Gu Yinzhou stopped walking.
”What are you going to do?” Jiang Zefeng asked.
Gu Yinzhou: “Wait.”
He went to the edge of the pond and picked a lotus leaf, then handed it to Jiang Zefeng, “Block the sun.”
”Is there an owner here?” Jiang Zefeng asked.
Gu Yinzhou: “No master.”
”Then wait for some time and get some lotus roots back to try.” Jiang Zefeng said.
The two of them were walking one behind the other. Jiang Zefeng, who was behind, was holding a green lotus leaf above his head. He felt the subtle changes in Gu Yinzhou. In the past, his care for him was mostly due to responsibility, and he would not care about him anymore. Pay more attention to such details.
Jiang Zefeng did not see Chen Qianhu again in the afternoon.
In the past two days, the most lively gossip in Xishi Village was the matter of Jiang Er’s marriage. When everyone was having dinner in the evening, every household would mention this matter.
Jiang Zefeng and Gu Yinzhou had a tacit understanding. Every morning, after Gu Yinzhou woke up, Jiang Zefeng would follow him out, and the two of them would go to the fields to harvest rice. The two of them worked quickly, and the few acres of land were almost finished.
During the day, when Jiang Zefeng was resting, he liked to stare at Gu Yinzhou. He had an extraordinary bearing, and he didn’t look like a farmer. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and looked like a practitioner.
Ever since Gu Yinzhou knew that he was not stupid, he no longer took off his clothes and showered in front of him without any hesitation like before.
That evening, the two of them went home and boiled water. Jiang Zefeng sat down so tired that he didn’t want to move. His fingers felt dull pain and his fingertips were red. When the water boiled, Gu Yinzhou helped him carry the water as usual. Place it by the well.
Jiang Zefeng did it himself.
Jiang Zefeng thought that he would wash first when he came back every day in the past two days, so he said: “You can wash first.”
Gu Yinzhou: “No need.”
”How about… wash together?” Jiang Zefeng asked.
Gu Yinzhou: “…”
His eyes darkened, and he glanced at Jiang Zefeng, “I’m going to chop firewood.”
Jiang Zefeng was confused by his look, “Don’t you feel itchy?”
”It’s okay.”
” The next two people standing here don’t have to share the day…” Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yinzhou in front of him turned around and walked out.
Jiang Zefeng: “Why are you running? I won’t eat you.”
Gu Yinzhou staggered at the door.
Jiang Zefeng didn’t bother anymore. He felt itchy everywhere on his body. He quickly took a shower and called Gu Yinzhou.
”I got it.”
The sound of chopping wood didn’t stop.
Jiang Zefeng squatted by the well in the yard and washed his clothes. The clothes were stained with mud and had to be rubbed for a long time. Gu Yinzhou waited for him to finish washing and went outside to dry the clothes before taking a shower.
They were both grown men, and Gu Yinzhou was a little too particular.
Is it possible that Gu Yinzhou was so particular about all the men who were marching and fighting? It was getting dark in the evening, and the light was
dim. Jiang Zefeng lit the candle and sat in the main room picking up the blisters on his palms. He was just starting to work. My body seems to have muscle memory and I can get used to it quickly, but it is inevitable that I will still feel a little uncomfortable.
Jiang Zefeng was actually not a good-tempered person, nor was he patient. He poked the blisters a few times, and in the dim light, he poked the palm of his hand several times. He got tired of poking, so he threw the needle on the table and shook his hand.
