80s: Little Sweet Wife

?Mo Zhiyuan came to the city to sell watermelons. Together with his father, he contracted to grow watermelons in the high mountains in the village. The harvest was very good this year.

"This is my eldest cousin Mo Zhiyuan." Yan Mingshun introduced them.

Mo Zhiyuan was in his thirties. He was not very tall, his face was honest and honest, and he was tanned. At first glance, he looked like a hard-working rural man.

I have long heard that my cousin and the deputy mayor's daughter are good friends, and my uncle also said that the mayor's daughter looks like a little fairy and is prettier than the stars on TV. I used to be just a little uncle to brag, but now he I really believe it.

Isn't the girl in front of you the little fairy who came out of the painting!

"Hello, Brother Mo!"

Meimei greeted politely, awakening Mo Zhiyuan, who was in a daze, and hurriedly said with a smile, "Zhao... aunt... comrade..."

Yan Mingshun was amused by the stammering Mo Zhiyuan, and said, "Brother, just follow me and call me Mei Mei, Mei Mei Mei."

Mo Zhiyuan sighed in relief, no need to worry about the name of the mayor's daughter, which is really good.

It didn't take long for Xiong Mumu and the little fat man to rush over. Xiong Mumu was as tired as a chicken in soup, and his sweat dripped like rain. Seeing Yan Mingshun and them, Xiong Mumu, who was relieved, was willing to pedal again. .

"Damn fat man, hurry up and push the cart, I'm so exhausted."

Wu Chao obediently got out of the car, looking at Xiong Mumu's sweating profusely, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, why don't you lose weight?

What Mo Zhiyuan drove was a walk-behind tractor. It rattled loudly, but it was very durable. It was the most powerful tool for transportation and farming in rural areas in the 1980s and 1990s.

Yan Mingshun asked Mo Zhiyuan to go to the back to be with the two bulbs. He was the driver himself, and Meimei sat beside him.

The extremely tired Xiong Mumu sat paralyzed, not disgusting that the car was dirty, and sat back to back with Wu Chao. The fat man was as generous as the back of a mountain, making Xiong Mumu drowsy soon.

The sound of the local motor of the walk-behind tractor, accompanied by the usual summer breeze, is really the best lullaby in the world. Xiong Mumu and the little fat man are just you leaning on me, and I leaning on you to sleep soundly.

Also sleeping soundly was the Meimei children's shoes in front, with squinted eyes, and his head was swaying from side to side.

Yan Mingshun looked funny, so he fixed her head on his shoulder, rubbed her brows on Yan Mingshun's shoulder, found the best position, and fell asleep in peace with a sweet smile on the corners of her lips.

Mo Zhiyuan looked at the pair of golden boys and girls in front of the car and couldn't help laughing, but he was a little worried.

The girl is the daughter of the mayor, how can they be so high as ordinary people!

Yan Mingshun’s grandmother’s house is about an hour and a half away from Jin City by car. The village is surrounded by mountains and the scenery is beautiful. However, the living standards of the villagers are not high. Most of the houses are still wooden pavilions.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, I'm going to sketch on the mountain." As soon as Meimei entered the village, she fell in love with this beautiful mountain village, and felt that the air was fresher than the city.

"Okay, tomorrow morning we'll go to the mountains to play."

Yan Mingshun parked the car and hugged Meimei from the car. The girl's soft and cool body made Yan Mingshun's heart sway involuntarily, and he increased the strength of his hand, but soon he put Meimei down, and his arms were empty. Now, my heart is also empty, which is very uncomfortable.