Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 442

Suddenly a cold wind blew up on the lake.

The overwhelming snowflakes hit Mo Han's face.

Mo Han just brushed the snowflakes that blocked his sight with his hand.

In this short moment, Meng Kejun, who was wearing red clothes in the crowd, disappeared immediately.

Jumping up, Mo Han, who jumped onto the big boat, stood at the highest position of the boat, trying his best to find the red figure he wanted in the crowded crowd, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he searched, there was no one there. no trace of her.

He was sure that he was not dazzled, nor did he see wrongly, he saw Meng Kejun clearly.

She was standing right in front of her, smiling at herself as before, unscrupulously revealing her pair of dimples that could make her sink.

Unable to believe that she just disappeared in front of his eyes, Mo Han jumped down and jumped into the crowd.

I want to cut through the crowd to find them one by one.

And the moment he jumped, Dong Qingfeng wrapped his cloak around Meng Kejun in red, and the two hurried out of the crowd.

"Cough...cough..."

Lying on the bed, Ye Rongrong, whose body was hot all over, just poured a bowl of bitter medicine into her mouth while her parents stared at her.

"Have a good night's sleep, and you'll be fine later!"

Holding a handkerchief, Mrs. Ye carefully helped Ye Rongrong wipe off the medicine stain left on the corner of her mouth.

"Yes! Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, I'll go to the doctor's place to grab two tonics to nourish your body."

Ye Heming, who was standing by the bed, nodded repeatedly, looking at Ye Rongrong with loving eyes.

"It's all your fault, let Rongrong go to some Meng's mansion, and let her stay at home, it will be fine. This time the play didn't work, and she fell ill!"

The mild-tempered Ye Shi couldn't help raising his head and scolding Ye Heming.

"Didn't I want to let her go out to relax? I forgot that the weather is now hot and cold. Our child is still weak and can't stand the weather."

Facing Ye's accusation, Ye Heming nodded repeatedly. He also felt sorry for Ye Rongrong. This child had just passed through the gate of hell. Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to let her go out to relax and forget everything about the past. What's more, after her daughter came back, not only fell ill, but she seemed to be even more unhappy than before.

"Rong'er, it's really thanks to Yingjie this time. On the way back, he guarded you every step of the way. He took care of you more carefully than a mother like me!"

Seeing Ye Rongrong's unhappy appearance, Ye Shi was afraid that she would be sad for Feng An again, so she quickly pulled Hou Yingjie out.

"Mom, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

Not wanting to listen to Ye's cliché, Ye Rongrong quickly closed her eyes.

"Okay! Then you sleep! Have a good sleep."

Seeing this, Mrs. Ye knew that she couldn't say any more, so she quickly stood up, helped her tuck the quilt, and then left her room with Ye Heming.

Ye Rongrong didn't open her eyes again until she heard the door closing and made sure they were all gone.

She was the only one left in the room at this moment, very quiet.

She was hot all over, so hot that almost her whole body was on fire.

The reason why she had a fever was that after being raped by that man in the attic that night, she hid in her room and took a long shower. She felt dirty and didn't care if the water was cold.

But that's it, until now, she still has the mark left by that man on her body.

Now that the Mengjia Building has collapsed, among the vast crowds, she really doesn't know where she should go to find this man to settle the score.

It was because of this man that even if she stood in front of Mo Han, she dared not admit that she was Meng Kejun.

Even if she couldn't admit that she was Meng Kejun, she didn't have the qualifications or the courage to turn around and look at Mo Han and smile at him.

Cold tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly there was the sound of howling cold wind, followed by the crackling of the window that I forgot to close.

Ye Rongrong hurriedly got up from the bed, she looked out the window, and was surprised to find that it was snowing outside.

Before she even had time to put on her clothes, she jumped off the bed and ran to the window.

The cold wind was blowing outside the window, and the sky was full of snowflakes.

She who was only wearing single clothes didn't feel cold at all at the moment, she even stretched out her hand out of the window, letting the cold snowflakes fall on her palm.

The snowflakes fell quietly into the palm of her hand, and then slowly melted, but the cold touch made her feel warm suddenly.

Throughout the year, her favorite is winter.

No matter how cold and icy this winter is, she is happy and happy because of Mo Han's company.

Last year, she was so stupid that she didn't know when it was, and the winter passed by like this. Now, she is sober, but she doesn't know how she will survive this winter this year.

"Mo Han...it would be great if you were by my side..."

The snow fell harder and harder, covering everything outside the window in no time.

But at this time, Ye Rongrong was surprised to find that in the vast white snow, there were two figures walking towards her from a distance.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a bright red figure was unusually dazzling in the white snow.

The road is slippery in snowy weather, even if she walks carefully, she still slips and falls from time to time.

In the end, the man holding the oil-paper umbrella squatted down in front of her, and directly lifted the woman on his back.

Seeing this scene, Ye Rongrong smiled, probably in such a snowy day, there will be such scenes everywhere.

Thinking of himself and Mo Han again, every time it snows, whenever he goes out, he will not let his feet occupy the ground, saying that he is afraid that the wet shoes and socks will freeze his feet.He would hug himself directly, and then jump onto the horse's back. Even when he was riding on the horse, he would not let go of his arms.

They would ride through the snow as far as the easternmost river, until there was no more road.

At this time, they would stop and get off the horse, and Mo Han would take out his wine bag, and the two of them would snuggle together, chatting with each other, and then drink each sip.

In fact, the wine in the wine bag is not good at all, the taste is bitter and astringent. This is the daughter red brewed by herself. There is a custom in my hometown, saying that after the girl is born, she will buy several jars of daughter red in the yard. It will not be dug out until the daughter is married.

Dad didn't help her bury the wine, she brewed a few jars of wine by herself with the help of grandma when she could remember. I had no choice but to bury it under the big osmanthus tree in the backyard.

Later, when she was chatting, she accidentally told Mo Han about this. Who knew that Mo Han would dig out the wine under the tree with a pickaxe.

He said that he would drink the wine slowly, and when he was finished, he would come to propose marriage to her.

When the wine was gone, it would be dark, and they would ride back, and the days would be gone.

(End of this chapter)