After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

"Then I'm going, my husband!" Song Jin'an was carrying a big wooden bucket, his clothes tucked into his trouser waist, he was a white and tender little farmer.

Fu Chengwang had no choice but to nod his head in agreement, thinking in his heart that if Song Jin'an couldn't carry him anymore, he would definitely ask him to help. At that time, it would be fine for him to go forward again, and he would satisfy Song Jin'an's little girl first. Wish it.

Under the leadership of Mr. PD, Song Jin'an arrived at the river. He had just fetched a bucket of water when he saw old man Chen Guanghui also coming with a big wooden bucket.

He weighed the bucket full of water in his hand, and walked forward without hesitation.

"Hello, Grandpa Chen, may I carry it for you? It's very heavy."

The old man smiled when he saw him, waved his hand and said it's okay, he can do it himself, just move back slowly.

How could Song Jin'an let the old man move by himself?If you accidentally pull your arms and twist your waist, it will be a disaster if you get injured.

Without saying a word, he took the bucket and filled it with water, and walked away with each hand.

Chen Guanghui&pd: Is that barrel very light?Is it really just their illusion?

How on earth did Song Jin'an have a bucket full of water in each hand?His strength seems to be outrageous!

Chen Guanghui hurried to catch up, trying to persuade Song Jin'an to let go, he could do it himself.Although he is young, it is better not to force such a heavy thing.

He originally thought that he would see Song Jin'an's face flushed from exhaustion.

But in fact, all he saw was a white, glowing face with a faint smile.

Chen Guanghui: It may be that he is old and his eyes are dim.

"Xiao An... Otherwise, you should put one down and give me one." For some reason, Director Chen has been making movies for so many years, and he has always spoken with a strong temper, but today he said this sentence at all. No confidence.

Song Jin'an smiled, and lifted the two buckets easily, "It's not heavy, I think it's okay."

Director Chen has nothing to say, he can still do weightlifting, it is because he is superficial, maybe the young people nowadays are so powerful.

The passing villagers were carrying hoes on their shoulders, and some were carrying loads. When they saw Song Jin'an carrying two buckets of water by himself, they all stopped in surprise.

They know this bucket, and many people in the village still use this very heavy bucket to fetch water. No one knows how heavy it is better than them.

Now I saw a handsome fair young man, one in each hand, as easy as carrying two old hens, and still had the strength to talk and laugh with the people next to him.

"A baby in this city, how strong is he?" An aunt pursed her lips in amazement.

"That's right, that kid is so black, I'm afraid he could kill a cow with a hammer." Another person echoed.

Song Jin'an couldn't understand what they said, so he noticed the eyes of others, and smiled back in a friendly way, making a group of old men and aunts smile all the way.

All of them opened their mouths and stared at his back.

"It's so good-looking, I'm going to make him laugh." An uncle staggered, he had never seen such a good-looking person on TV.

The journey was not far away, and Song Jin'an quickly delivered Mr. Chen's bucket, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he walked towards Fu Chengwang who was lowering his head and covering the seeds not far away.

After walking a few steps, I saw Le Zhi next to Fu Chengwang, talking to him constantly, and holding a small hoe, as if helping Fu Chengwang dig the soil.

Chen Guanghui wanted to say thank you to him, but just followed his gaze and saw this scene.

It is well known that Le Zhi's careful thoughts are known to everyone, and he looked at Song Jin'an with some concern.

Seeing Song Jin'an pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, put the bucket on the ground, and rubbed his face vigorously until his whole face turned red, he shouted: "Fu Chengwang!"

Hearing the sound, Fu Chengwang immediately turned his head and saw Song Jin'an who was squatting on the ground. He dropped his hoe and strode over.

"My husband...it's so heavy, I can't lift it! Help me!" Song Jin'an stretched out his hand to Fu Chengwang coquettishly, and Fu Chengwang almost trotted, and when he came to Song Jin'an, he hugged his heart liver.

He said distressedly: "Baby, you have worked hard. I will carry the rest. Poor baby, your face is red."

Director Chen: Now he has a ridiculous association. Song Jin'an is a woman who just gave birth, and Fu Chengwang is her husband who has been anxiously waiting outside the operating room for several hours.

And the wooden barrel that was left aside was their son.

Now the novice dad only cares about his wife who loves him, he doesn't even have a newborn son in his eyes, he doesn't even look at him.

It was not his turn to worry, Director Chen quietly exited the stage, watching Fu Chengwang go back with the bucket, he was very relaxed without breathing.

Sure enough, today's young people are all very strong, unusual and extraordinary.

I just don't know, there are so many young boys in the circle, why can't they lift their hands on their shoulders?Even in a martial arts scene, I have to wipe away my tears in pain.

This is the difference between people!

With his hands behind his back, Director Chen shook his head and went back to water. In just half an hour, he seemed to have comprehended a philosophy of life.