There was a dog but no owner. The yard was quiet. Because the place was so poor, several families had moved to other places to rent houses and work. Only an old man, a middle-aged woman and her daughter were left.

At this time, the middle-aged woman was sitting on the bench threshing corn with her hands. The hall was filled with dried corn cobs. When she saw Lin Le, her eyes lit up and she asked before he could say anything: "Is something okay, little brother?"

This is a woman in her forties, with a long and narrow face, thin lips, thin, slender limbs like insect joints, dirty body, and wearing a dirty skirt.

"Sister, I'm passing by, can you give me a bowl of water?" Lin Le bowed, a little embarrassed.

"Of course, wait, I'll pour the boiling water."

"No need, just drink cold water."

"It's rare to see someone in the mountains. Drinking cold water will cause diarrhea, so don't be polite." The woman poured a bowl of boiled water and handed it to him.

"Is the eldest sister the only one in the family?" The water was too hot, so Lin Le sat on another low stool, holding a bowl and blowing on it.

"There is an old man working in the mountains. His daughter is studying in a vocational high school and has not come back." The woman sat down to thresh the grain again. "Where is the little brother?"

"Visiting relatives."

"How far?"

"There are still more than ten miles."

"Why are you visiting relatives with nothing?"

"Just go and have fun."

I don't know why, but when she was threshing, her legs were slightly spread apart, and because she was wearing a skirt, parts of her body that shouldn't be exposed were exposed.

After drinking a bowl of water for a long time, the two of them chatted. Her name was Cuihua, and the man turned out to be from the iron club in the town, a very ancient collective unit. Later, it was disbanded and no longer made iron, but he fell ill.

, still living in the hospital.

With the experience of the first two times, Lin Le vaguely felt that she was a little weird. When she went to the kitchen to put the bowl, he followed her and said, "I want to drink a bowl." He boldly leaned in.

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"Little brother, you're welcome." She didn't turn around, but leaned back.

Just when I didn't know what to do, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the old man Cuihua came back with a hoe. He was so frightened that he hurriedly exited the kitchen.

Cuihua calmly dealt with the old man and returned to the main room to thresh the grains.

Lin Le was a little scared and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

"Little brother, come back and play next time." After walking out of the main room, Cuihua glanced at him with a strange look in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll definitely come."

When they arrived at the edge of the rock ridge, the little cock raised an earthenware pot with snake patterns on it: "Brother, we have made a fortune. This thing is very popular in the market. We can sell it for thousands. Hey, you delayed for so long.

Is there something going on?"

"Do you recognize Cuihua?"

"Of course I do. She likes to play with babies like you the most."

"Little Chicken, don't talk nonsense."

"You can still hide it from me? If you want to go, just go at night."

Back in the village, Little Chicken Gong said that he would go to the provincial capital and sell earthenware pots. When he got rich, he would buy jacks, iron catalpas and other tomb robbing tools, and start a big fight. But Lin Le had never been interested in money or anything like that.

I agreed, but I couldn't forget the strange green flowers.

For two days in a row, I could never forget the scene in the courtyard in the ravine, and I didn't want to do anything.

One night, Mao was so angry that he boldly walked into the ravine.

After leaving the pass, my chest started pounding.

That night, I couldn't see my fingers, and with the help of the faint starlight, I climbed over two mountains, waded across a small river, and entered a ditch in the dark.

Touched outside the courtyard.

The dog barked.

A thin figure came out of the yard, "Which one?"

"It's me, Lin Le."

"Brother, it's dark and you haven't gone home yet?"

"I came back late from visiting relatives."

"If you don't mind, you can sleep here with me. There are plenty of beds."

"Thank you."

Everything seemed normal, and Lin Le even suspected that she had no intention of that, so he followed her into the yard and then into a thatched house.

"You can sleep in this room."

"Okay." This is a house that has been unoccupied for a long time. It has a musty smell. It only has a bamboo chair and a bed. Sitting on the bed, I feel a little at a loss.

Cuihua arranged her accommodation, turned around and went out. After a long time, she came in with a basin of washing water and said, "Brother, come and wash your face."

"Thank you." Lin Le squatted on the ground and washed his face. When he raised his head, Cuihua left again, so he had to close the door, lie on the bed, and listen to what was going on outside.

Mosquitoes buzzed around him and circled around him.

After a long time, Cuihua walked in, holding a small bottle of Fengyoujing in her hand, "There are so many mosquitoes on the mountain, are there any bites?"

"Well, I bitten a lot of places."

"Here, sister, I'll put some oil on you and it will stop itching."

"Sister, that's great." When she came in, Lin Lebi was a little shy and lifted up the quilt to cover himself.

"You're welcome," Cuihua gently lifted the quilt, poured some oil on her fingers, and slowly rubbed it on the palm of his arm, "Oh, I bitten a lot of knots, but I don't know how itchy it is." She wiped her right hand,

Wipe the left hand again.

"Apply some oil and the itchiness will go away." Lin Le lay on the bed with his back, not daring to move. It would be embarrassing to kick her out if he misunderstood her.

"Is it itchy here too?" Cuihua wiped it, slowly put her hand into his clothes, and slowly slid it on his chest.

"It's itchy too." She slowly applied the oil and slid one hand slowly inside her clothes.

"I was bitten by a mosquito, is it itchy down there?" Cuihua's hand had already touched her belly.

"OK."

"Where's the next one?"

Her hand reached her belly and finally stopped.

"It's itching too." Lin Le said softly.

In fact, Cuihua's hands were no longer oily, and her palms were still sliding down little by little.

"Is this right here?"

"OK."

"Want to go down?"
Chapter completed!