After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

Mrs. Sheng narrowed her eyes: "Marriage is fine, but Sheng Yan is not."

"Why?" Sheng Lin was slightly disgusted, "Fu Xiujin already has two children, and I don't want to marry him."

Mrs. Sheng's expression was a little dignified: "The Fu family is now in Fu Xiujin's hands, and Fu Yan is his biological sister. I am worried that something will go wrong."

Sheng Lin pointed out: "Worried that Sheng Yan will use Fu Yan to climb up through Fu Yan?"

"Don't worry, he has been raised and abandoned. He has accomplished nothing for so many years. He only knows how to play with women. Maybe after getting engaged, he will still not change his dissolute nature. He will become a resentful spouse with Fu Yan, and instead have a grudge with the Fu family."

Mrs. Sheng still didn't let go: "Fu Xiujin is young, and he can take care of the Fu family to flourish. Both his talent and appearance are top-notch. Marriage with him is not a loss."

"As for the child... He just has another child. When the time comes, the child you give birth to will be brought back by us."

"Anyway, you will take over the Sheng family in the future, so it is impossible to marry normally."

"Occupy the name of a marriage, make a prenuptial agreement, live their own lives, and get married."

"Sheng Yan, I have other arrangements."

Sheng Lin suddenly sighed: "This time the Sheng family's crisis, we really don't want to go to uncle and grandpa to make a turnaround?"

Madam Sheng was silent for a moment: "The relationship between relatives will also be worn away."

"We can't go to them as soon as we encounter a crisis. We try to solve it by ourselves first, but it doesn't work, and then we go to seek help."

Sheng Lin thought of something, and suddenly raised her head: "By the way, this time Sheng Yan was injured in order to save someone. Who did he save?"

Madam Sheng pondered: "It's Fu Xiujin's ex-wife, who is now with Kuang Lang."

"You also know that Sheng Yan and Kuang Lang hang out together all the year round, as if they were wearing a pair of trousers, and he was there at that time."

"Sheng Yan is just in my hands, so you don't need to pay too much attention to him. The only thing you need to care about is Sheng."

……

Sheng Yan injured his right arm and it was inconvenient to drive. Kuang Lang and Xia Qinghuan took turns driving on the road.

Xia Qinghuan was concentrating on driving when she heard Grandma Xia in the back seat ask about Sheng Yan.

"How did you get the injury on your right arm?"

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened, Xia Qinghuan quietly pricked up her ears.

"It's not a big deal to save a little wild cat that fell from a high place." Sheng Yan said lightly.

Grandma Xia: "You are a caring young man who was injured in order to save the cat."

Sheng Yan clenched his lips: "Grandma has won the prize."

The second part of Grandma Xia's sentence came late: "It's just that the body needs exercise, even if you save a cat, it can hurt you. Young people nowadays, their physical fitness is getting worse and worse."

Sheng Yan's smile froze on his face, and he had no choice but to agree: "Grandma is right, this time when I go back with grandma, I must learn a few more tricks."

Xia Qinghuan couldn't help but smile too.

After seeing Sheng Yan's expression through the rearview mirror of the car, he was even more overjoyed.

Yes, one thing drops one thing.

Grandma Xia sighed: "I can't do it. I'm old. I can be discharged from the hospital so early. It depends on my physical fitness. I'm afraid I can't teach you."

"Let Huanhuan take you. She was a coach in the Taekwondo gym before, and she is very good at teaching people."

Xia Qinghuan also froze with laughter: "What?"

Eat a melon on the spot, watch a joke, and even see your own head.

At this moment, she deeply felt that she was a joke.

Grandma Xia didn't know her granddaughter's mood, so she repeated what she had said before, and solemnly exhorted her.

"Teach well, grandma still needs to check and accept the results."

Xia Qinghuan swallowed her bitterness silently: "Okay."

Times have changed, most of the young people in the village have gone out to work, and more of the old people and children stayed in the village.

Xia Qinghuan grew up in the village, and her grandparents have lived here for decades.

As soon as the few people came back, they were watched by the villagers, and everyone was chattering.

"Huanhuan is back? Still driving."

"I've seen it on my grandson's mobile phone. This kind of car is called, what is it called? The cheapest one costs a million dollars."

"I'm a motherfucker! Huanhuan is promising?"

Amidst the noise, a loud and clear voice came out more and more.

"Uncle Xia, Aunt Xia, I was about to harvest your wheat, but I didn't expect you to come back here."

A simple and honest middle-aged man with dark skin came over with a sickle in his hand.

Grandpa Xia recalled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Didn't I tell you, don't worry about our land, you planted it again?"

The man smiled and showed his white teeth: "It costs money to see a doctor, so you can't let Uncle Xia come back and you can't even eat buns."

"As long as there are fields and food, no matter how bad it is, there will be stuttering."

Modern people talk about cancer, and they don't know how much it costs to see a doctor, and they just want to do a little bit.

Xia Qinghuan stopped him: "Uncle Cai, we are all back, just harvest the wheat by yourself, you don't need to help us."

Xu Youcai looked at this group of people, old and sick, or young people with thin skin and tender flesh, small arms and legs.

He wondered: "Will you do it? Let me do it. There may be rain in the next few days, which will waste time and waste food."

Xia Qinghuan couldn't help but snatch his sickle.

"I will, have you forgotten? When I was a child, I followed you to learn to cut wheat."

Xu Youcai said with emotion: "Yes, at that time you were the king of children in the village, and you took a few children to do farm work together. One of them was from the next door village, and you were so old in a blink of an eye."

After setting up grandparents, Xia Qinghuan picked up the sickle and went to the field.

Sheng Yan stood in front of her with an extra sickle in his hand.

"me and you together."

Seeing this, Kuang Lang suddenly felt bad: "No, I'm going to harvest the wheat too?"

Sheng Yan: "You don't need to."

Kuang Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought..."

Sheng Yan: "You clean the house once, it's full of dirt if no one has lived in it for so long."

Kuang Lang: ...

Xia Qinghuan glanced suspiciously at Sheng Yan, especially his right arm which was still in plaster: "You... can you?"

Sheng Yan raised his eyebrows and waved the sickle in his hand: "Bibi?"

Not to be outdone, Xia Qinghuan said, "Bibi is Bibi."

When they arrived in the field, Sheng Yan turned his wrist, and as if by magic, he conjured up a straw hat and put it on Xia Qinghuan's head.

Xia Qinghuan looked at him steadily.

With his back to her, Sheng Yan stood under the shadow of a certain tree, with the straw in his right arm, and began to cut the wheat with one hand, and the voice of explanation came out faintly.

"It's sunny today, so it's easy to get sunburned."

Even with limited arms, his speed is not slow, and he can even be called skilled.

Xia Qinghuan couldn't imagine how Sheng Yan, who lived in a completely different environment from hers, was able to do these farm tasks.

She had mixed emotions: "You don't need it?"

Sheng Yan suddenly turned around and smiled: "It's only two acres of land, and I'm a big man, what do I use that for?"

Just when a gust of wind blew, the branches fluttered in the wind, the shadows of the trees swayed, the heavy wheat nodded one after another, and the golden sunlight hit the tip of his hair mottled, dyed it into a brown color, and shone in the light.

He was in love, he was changed by women one after another, he was obsessed with her inexplicably, he met him everywhere, he was full of affection when teaching her to act, he was careful and talkative in front of grandparents.

And...he who ran towards her when the wire broke.

Countless pictures are brought together to form today's beautiful picture.

Which one is the real him?

The more we get along, the less Xia Qinghuan can see Sheng Yan clearly.

Two acres of land, two people, took more than two hours to harvest.

Calculating carefully, Xia Qinghuan was actually slower than Sheng Yan.

When returning home, Sheng Yan was pushing the cart full of wheat in front, and she was behind.

The former just entered the house when Xu Youcai grabbed Xia Qinghuan and handed her two straw hats.

"Your friend came to borrow straw hats. There is only one left at home. I found two more. Do you still need them?"