idle mistress

Chapter 227 Mysterious Identity
"Shen Qing." Someone shouted at her from the foot of the hillside.

Shen Qing turned her head, and Dashi was standing below waiting for her, she turned her head reluctantly, and walked down the slope, she said to Dashi: "It's getting late, let's go..."

Dashi nodded at her, and the two of them walked to the quiet mountain village not far away...
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October is approaching and the weather is getting cooler.

Shen Qing woke up from the cold, and when she woke up, she found that the quilt had fallen on the ground, she turned her head to look out the window, the sky was already white, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Habit is a terrible thing, because she is used to being in the arms of a man and having his body temperature when she sleeps. During these days, she suffered from insomnia frequently. She finally fell asleep last night, and woke herself up from the cold.

When I woke up, I no longer felt sleepy.

She got off the couch, put on her coat, and walked out of the farmhouse.

The farmhouses are in a row, there are about a dozen of them, which are the property of the landlord’s family, all of which have been requisitioned by them; there is a small yard outside, and beyond the yard is the temporary bamboo sheds built by the soldiers, very simple, with thatched roofs , behind the shed is a hill, and across the hill is the mountain village where the villagers live.

The cooks woke up early and were preparing breakfast for everyone under the scaffolding. Seeing her walking slowly, they quickly stopped what they were doing and bowed to her.

Everyone didn't know the background of this young man surnamed Shen. They only knew that he was a doctor who was left to take care of the wounded soldiers. However, which doctor would have his own personal servants or even guards.

In this farmhouse, due to the limited conditions, the wounded and patients lived in one room, and the other three doctors were also squeezed into the same farmhouse, Dr. Shen was the only one, each in his own room.

All of the above are revealing that his identity is not simple.

Therefore, the entire medical team respected him, and naturally, they did not dare to get too close.

Where there are people, there is gossip.

Under various conjectures, there are all kinds of things behind him. Some people say that he is a miracle doctor, some people say that he is the deposed prince, and some even say that he is the general's child molester.

These words were all found out by Dashi, and he told her in descriptive manner, but Shen Qing didn't care at all, and smiled lightly.

Walking out of the small camp, Shen Qing shuttled through the mountain trails. The small mountain village in the early morning was very ordinary, but there was no surprise everywhere.

It is quiet, surrounded by mist, like a virgin with delicate features, mysterious and fresh.

Shen Qing stood on the hillside, quietly admiring the beautiful scenery in front of her.

The breeze blew past, making her clothes flutter and bringing a cool breeze.

Not far away, there are tenant farmers working in the fields.

In the melon field, there was an old man bent over and busy working there.

The busy figure of the old man reminded Shen Qing of his grandfather, who was old, stubborn and not good at speaking, and loved to grow crops after guarding a hill all day long.

The old man has no friends, and he is not close to his biological father. All along, the only person who can talk to him is himself who grew up beside him.

And she has been boarding at the school since she entered high school, and she can only go home during the holidays. The old man is looking forward to the stars and the moon and looking forward to the holidays.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to be raised but the relative is not there.

Grandpa's busy figure coincides with it.

Shen Qing was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and sadness came from it, and she walked into the ground without knowing it.

When I got closer, I saw an elderly woman in the field, who was picking up the melon climbing vines, holding a long small bamboo pole in her hand and struggling to insert it into the mud.

She was old and had little strength. She was exerting her strength when she heard footsteps and turned her head to look at her.

Shen Qing smiled at her and greeted her: "Grandma".

"Oh... um..." The old grandma saw her with a hint of panic on her face.

The place here is small, and every household is familiar with each other, and everyone even knows exactly who is in the neighboring villages.

This unfamiliar face made the old man immediately think that the other party was a member of the group of officers and soldiers in front.

There was a trace of embarrassment and tension on the old man's face.

Shen Qing didn't notice the expression on the old man's face, but was attracted by the thriving melon seedlings, and asked, "Grandma, are you the only one who planted these melon seedlings?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded.

The entire crop field made Shen Qing feel very kind. Seeing the old man holding a small bamboo pole in his hand, she often helped in the field when she was a child, so she walked over and said:

"Let me come." While speaking, he took the bamboo pole from the old man's hand, and inserted it into the ground familiarly. The position was just right.

The old lady quickly said: "Guan Ye, don't bother you, I will do it."

Shen Qing smiled: "It's okay, I'm free too." While speaking, she took the bamboos on the side and began to insert them into the ground one by one.

That movement is quite skillful, where to insert the bamboo strips, how deep should be inserted, there is no ambiguity at all, the old grandma was taken aback when she saw it, and she couldn't help asking: "The official is also a farmer?"

Shen Qing nodded: "Grandma, I'm not an official, just call me Xiao Shen."

Seeing the kindness on her face, the old man slowly relaxed his vigilance, and the two of them worked together to handle the bamboo one by one, chatting with each other.

The melon frame gradually took shape, and the two gradually became acquainted with each other during the conversation. The old lady began to chatter with Shen Qing about the situation at home.

Said that she herself was a miserable person, at a young age, her husband had an accident when she was pregnant; said that she was a widow who finally brought up the posthumous child in her stomach, and now she finally married a wife.

He also said that her daughter-in-law was already pregnant and would give birth in less than a month.

When she said that she would soon be a grandmother, her face was full of happiness.

No matter how difficult life is, as long as you don't give up, you will always have a day when all the hardships are gone.

Shen Qing listened quietly, and worked with the old man until noon before leaving.

When Dashi saw her, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over to her: "Shen Qing, where have you gone? I've been looking for you everywhere."

Shen Qing smiled apologetically at him: "Just stroll around."

"Look, your face is covered with mud, wipe it off quickly." After finishing speaking, he handed her a towel.

"Really?" She smiled indifferently, took the handkerchief and wiped her face.

The two walked in one after the other, and Dashi asked from behind: "Did you get up early?"

"Well, the sky was still hazy when I woke up, so I went out for a walk if I couldn't fall asleep."

"Don't go out alone in the future, at least call me together." Dashi added in his heart: If something happens to you, let me explain to the general later.

Before leaving, the general specifically told him to take good care of Shen Qing.

Previously, Dashi had vaguely felt that the relationship between Shen Qing and the general was not easy, and the words of the general's entrustment confirmed his guess even more.

(End of this chapter)