What do you want to do

The next morning, Zeno didn't wake up until it was bright. Yesterday he slept on the warm kang and was so comfortable that he didn't want to wake up. The tip of his nose was a bit cold. He turned around and hugged Feng Mo's neck to keep warm.

"Hmm...?" Feng Mo moved, holding him in his arms, his hoarse voice sounded so sexy, "Morning."

"Morning, wake up?" As he spoke, he shrank to the side, looked up, and was stunned...

"Feng Mo! You have a big lump on your chin!" exclaimed.

"Hmm... huh?" Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch it, "Hiss, it hurts."

"...Did you catch fire on the water kang? I've never seen you have pimples on your face before." Now that laziness was gone, Zeno got up and held Feng Mo's face I looked at it myself, and found that not only was there a big red bump in the middle of the chin, but there was also a bump on the forehead near the tip of the left eyebrow, but it was not so round.

"No wonder I feel my throat is dry, I guess I'm not used to it." Feng Mo didn't feel anything, man, it doesn't matter if you have pimples.

"What time is it?" He reached out to take a look at the mobile phone that was placed aside, it was nine o'clock in the morning.Feng Mo patted the distressed Qino, leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Get up."

Zeno nodded and got up quickly to get dressed, then rushed out to the main room under Feng Mo's puzzled eyes.

"Grandma, Feng Mo's sleeping kang is on fire, and there are two big bruises on his face. Have we given him some gunpowder, or else his face will be covered with bruises if he stays for a few days." He asked nervously. The old lady who was rubbing corn cobs on the kang, Zeno's complexion was a little paler than usual.

The old lady was taken aback by his anxious appearance, and she was happy after hearing what was going on.

"It's a big deal. Seeing how nervous you are, you don't need to eat gunpowder, just drink plenty of water. You still have to eat less medicine, which is not good for your health." The old lady's hands kept moving, and two dried corn cobs Kneaded together by her hands, the orange corn kernels fell one by one onto the mat on the kang.

Zeno sniffed, a little embarrassed, he seemed to be making a fuss over a molehill.Smiling at the old lady, he ran back to the side room, Feng Mo had already got up to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Why are you running? You think I'm ugly." Feng Mo glared at him with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"I'm just scared." Zeno pursed his lips and went to wash his face, but tilted his head and glanced at Feng Mo's chin from time to time, wanting to laugh.

It stands to reason that it is normal for boys to have some pimples on their faces during puberty at the age of sixteen or seventeen, but Feng Mo did not have such a time. Feng Dashuai is a handsome guy with a natural beauty.

The two packed themselves up and went to the main room. The old man wasn't there. Zi Nuo told Feng Mo that his grandfather might have gone out for a stroll. He remembered that there was a river that wasn't too wide in front of him, and he could dig ice to catch fish in winter.

"Xiao Nuo, go and heat up the porridge, you two have a drink." The old lady looked up at the two of them, and felt that it was an eyesore for the two of them to stand in front of her in a daze.

Zeno nodded and walked out, while Feng Mo stared at the corn cob in the old lady's hand and studied it, feeling quite amusing.

"Grandma, how about I rub it for you?" After watching for a while, Feng Mo put his slippers on the kang and sat cross-legged opposite the old lady, a little ready to move.

The old lady nodded, handed him the corn cobs that had been dried in the big iron basin beside her, and then taught him how to do it, "Put the two together and rub them against the direction, and the puppies are stuck on the cobs so you can rub them."

Feng Mo nodded, and followed the example of the old lady. With his big hands, he held the corn cob firmly and had great strength, so after rubbing it a few times, a corn cob would be bare. Throw it away and replace it. One continues.

When Zeno came in after heating up the breakfast, he saw Feng Mo was rubbing corn cobs seriously with his head down, and he immediately laughed.

"Are you okay, you, don't rub your hands full of blood." Putting the porridge and salted fish cakes on the table beside him, he leaned over to take a look.

"Tsk, how do you talk, what do you mean, can you do it? When can't I pass? Just ask grandma, I don't know how good I am." Feng Mo glanced at him, smacked his lips and raised his chin to signal him to look at himself The pile in front of me.

"Grandma, are you going to grind these?" Zi Nuo raised his hand and patted Feng Mo's shoulder to signal him to eat, then looked at the old lady and asked.

"Well, when your grandfather comes back, let him take it to the village head's house for grinding."

"Let's just buy one of those machines too, so you two won't have to run away." Feng Mo bit the salted fish in his mouth, then looked at the old lady, and said to himself that the old man's legs and feet are not flexible when he is old. Something will happen on the road.

"No, no, no, it's hard to spend money. Your grandfather and I can't eat much of this corn flour. If Xiao Nuo didn't like this year's cornfield, he should have sold it out." The old lady shook her head quickly, looking His eyes were closed and his eyes were full of smiles.

This child is very sensible, don't care if what he said is true or not, at least he has that meaning, yes, he is more filial than her son.

Zeno was stunned for a moment, looked at the old lady with the porridge bowl in his hand and asked puzzledly: "Didn't you just say you were going to lease it out last year? Why do you still keep it? If you lease out that piece of land for a year, you can get back a lot of it." Rent."

"Your grandpa said that you like to eat corn. I just left some more for you in summer, and I will pack it out next year. We can't do it anymore, and it will be troublesome to ask someone to come back to get it." The old lady sighed, with a smile on her face Yi said, "We both remember what you said, don't you see that a lot of things have been added to the house, don't worry."

Zeno nodded and said nothing.

Feng Mo looked at Qinuo, thinking that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't ask.

In the morning, the two of them accompanied the old lady to rub corn cobs in the house. Zeno was used to doing this every year, so the speed was quite fast.

On the other hand, Feng Mo, his speed was faster than that of Zeno, which made Zeno feel a little dazed, and then he remembered that this guy has great strength and his hands are callused when playing basketball, so he has to be afraid of this.

The old man came back with a bucket around noon, Feng Mo patted the crumbs off his hands and went to the yard to help him kill the fish.

Not to mention, each fish is not small in size, and Feng Mo's method of killing fish is very unfamiliar, but he is smart, and the old man told him how to clean it up, and he was easy to do.

Zeno sat on the kang and looked out the window with a smile on his lips.

The old lady looked at him for a while and sighed softly.

"Xiao Nuo, are you happy now?"

Zeno turned to look at the old lady, nodded, and said with certainty: "Every day is very happy, grandma, thank you and grandpa for understanding me."

The old lady stroked his hair and smiled.