Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 150 Made Her Cry
Ding Shitou said a little angrily, but she was thinking in her heart that in her limited memory, Ding Ding's mother died of starvation when she first traveled here.

The last bun was given to Ding Ding during his lifetime.

This is true maternal love, but the environment is too harsh and the ability is limited.But Niang's last words remained deeply in her memory, because it was Ding Ding's last obsession before starving to death.

"Ding Ding, go to the capital to find your father!"

This is Mother's last words and also Tintin's wish.But Ding Shitou has hatred in his heart, because this father abandoned Ding Ding's mother and daughter, otherwise, how could he starve to death and ruin the temple?

Crystal clear teardrops slipped from the corners of his eyes and dipped into his fingers.

Zhao Jian was enjoying the tactile sensation of her small mouth speaking in the palm of her hand, when she suddenly found tears falling down. Thinking of what she just said, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

She was unwilling to cling to a man because of her own experience, and became a virtuous woman in the man's backyard.

"Don't cry, your future husband will only love you...will treat you well." He fumbled to wipe away tears for her, coaxing her softly.

But he felt very uncomfortable, not because he made her cry, but because he thought of her attitude on this matter.

"Hmph! If my man treats me badly, I'll beat him up!" Ding Shitou announced proudly.

"Yes, yes, you are the best!" Zhao Jian twitched the corners of his mouth, almost amused by Ding Shitou's words.

That's right, she's still just a little girl, and she's still a little girl who is having fun pretending to be a teenager.

Ding Shitou couldn't help being embarrassed when he thought of his gaffe, and immediately changed the subject.

"Young master, let's sing a song, can you close your eyes and go to sleep? When you fall asleep, I will go home."

Ding Shitou negotiated the conditions again, otherwise he would lie down and chat endlessly, and he would not be able to go home after dark.

"Okay." Zhao Jian readily agreed, then withdrew his palm and didn't speak again.

Ding Shitou turned his head and took a look. He really closed his eyes, as if preparing to fall asleep.

Ding Shitou began to sing with confidence.

It's just that they no longer sang songs, but replaced them with songs with gentle melodies, with gentle and melodious accents, so that they don't seem lively and can easily lull people to sleep.

Zhao Jian pursed her lips, feeling a surge of emotion.

She was the first woman to lie beside him and sing.

After a long time, Ding Shitou stopped the coda and remained silent for a while, before tentatively asking softly, "Master, are you asleep?"

"..." No one responded.

"Master, sleep well, good night." Ding Shitou shouted twice more and got up happily, but got no response.

However, when she quietly raised her foot and was about to step out...

"Why don't you sing?" Although Zhao Jian's deep voice didn't sound like he was waking up, it was clearly audible, proving that he was not asleep.

"Uh... I'll sing after a while, sir, don't talk." Ding Shitou stared at Zhao Jian who didn't open his eyes, speechless.

It's because she didn't move lightly enough to wake him up, right?

I lowered the rock to ease my mood, changed the song and continued to sing. This time I did not change to a different song, but entered an infinite loop. I thought this would be more hypnotic, right?

After about one stick of incense passed, she quietly approached Zhao Jian, feeling that his breath was the normal reaction of a sleeping person, so she didn't ask any more this time.

Asking someone who is asleep "Are you asleep?" is also pretty silly.

Maybe he fell asleep and was woken up.

So Ding Shitou got up in slow motion, and moved his feet outward in the same slow motion, intending to step over.

"Those who dare to step over the body of the Lord will not survive." Suddenly, Zhao Jian said as if talking in sleep, "This is a capital crime."

(End of this chapter)