After being forced to marry by her stepmother, the Koi wife brings prosperity to the whole family

After the matter was settled, Du Wanchun began to pick up the radishes, picked out some good ones and put them in a dustpan to wash off the mud. As she was picking, her hand accidentally touched another hand. The cold touch startled her whole body. She looked up quickly and saw Zhou Ruiyuan. Zhou Ruiyuan was sitting on a chair, bending over to help her pick up the radishes. His movements were very agile, and his waist moved up and down, faster than Du Wanchun's movements. Every time he moved, his hair would shake with it, and unconsciously brushed across the back of Du Wanchun's hand. "Husband, you?" Du Wanchun was startled and a little surprised. She stared at him with her round eyes. She had always thought that her husband was disabled and could not move, but she didn't expect that his waist was still strong.

Zhou Ruiyuan saw that she was looking at him all the time, looked up at her and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I can't walk, I can still do some farm work."

His deep eyes were slightly raised, with slender double eyelids and long eyelashes, just like the man in the painting, every stroke was so fine that there was no flaw.

Du Wanchun was very close to him, she could almost see his eyelashes, and even feel his warm breath on her face, and her heart suddenly beat again.

She hurriedly lowered her head, picked up the radishes with her hands and feet in a panic, and said, "Thank you, husband."

Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her flustered little hands, with a gentle smile between his eyebrows.

The two of them didn't speak again, and worked quietly, but as the radishes became fewer and fewer, the two of them got closer and closer.

There was a spring breeze outside the house, with a wisp of catkins and a petal of peach blossom.

A long hair hanging down from Zhou Ruiyuan's temples gently brushed Du Wanchun's cheek in the unbridled spring breeze.

The faint scent of pear blossoms passed by her ears, so close that she had the illusion of being embraced.

In this illusion, Du Wanchun felt the warm and powerful breath on him, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.

In order not to disturb them, Aunt Zhou, who was not far away, got up and went to the backyard.

In the backyard, Zhou Feng was sitting on a stone in a daze, looking up at the sun in a trance.

Aunt Zhou saw it and hurriedly asked, "Feng'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Feng looked at the sun and said, "Mom, I always feel that I can see the light, but I don't know if it's an illusion."

"See the light?" Aunt Zhou said happily, "Could it be that your eyes suddenly got better like your third brother?"

Zhou Feng shook his head, "I don't know, I always feel that there is light, but when I look closely, it seems that there is no light."

Aunt Zhou walked to his side, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Feng'er, can you see it?"

Zhou Feng frowned slightly, his face full of disappointment, "I can't see it."

Aunt Zhou tried again, this time she She directly blocked his eyes with her hands and asked, "Feng'er, can you still see the light?"

Zhou Feng looked carefully and shook his head, "I can't see it, it's all black."

Then Aunt Zhou took her hand away again, "What about now?"

Zhou Feng looked intently for a long time, and his eyelids blinked slightly, "Mom, it seems that I can really see a little light, like a lamp far away in the dark night, very far and blurry."

Aunt Zhou blocked his eyes with her hands again, "Can you still see it?"

Zhou Feng was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I can't see it."

Aunt Zhou then took her hand away again, but this time she didn't tell Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng hurriedly said, "Mom, I can see the light again."

Aunt Zhou was surprised and happy, grabbed his arm, and said excitedly, "Feng'er, you can see with your eyes!"

Zhou Feng was stunned in disbelief, his face was dull, and he always felt unreal.

Compared with Zhou Ruiyuan's calm and strong character and Zhou Zhao's lively and active character, Zhou Feng is more like the young man from a noble family sitting in the academy, leisurely and gentle.

He is blind, like a piece of jade without luster.

Aunt Zhou was overjoyed and turned to go to the front room, "I'm going to tell your elder brother."

Zhou Feng immediately pulled her and said, "Mom, don't tell your elder brother yet. I'm not sure if my eyes are really healed yet, lest he will be disappointed when he knows."

Aunt Zhou understood what he meant, patted his hand gently, and said, "Okay, I won't tell your elder brother. Don't always look at the sun these days. Take more rest. Maybe it will be completely healed in ten days or half a month."

Zhou Feng nodded, his voice gradually became hoarse, "Mom, let my eyes heal, let me go to the capital!"