The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

During the harvest season, the sun is the most unforgiving. Jiang Zefeng wore a bamboo hat on his head, and he was still sweating profusely. In addition to recovering from a serious illness, he was too hot to sleep at night. He worked hard for two or three days in a row, and his body was still a little weak.

He felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he sat down in the shade of a tree next to him, fanning the wind with a bamboo hat, and looked at Gu Yinzhou in the field. , and moved away first.

It is not obvious once or twice, but after a few times it becomes deliberate.

He took a sip of water and looked at Gu Yinzhou's back.

Gu Yinzhou rarely hides from anyone like this.

Could it be that you did something to offend him?

Gu Yinzhou is a person who pays attention to promises and feelings. Otherwise, just because Jiang Zefeng's mother picked him up from the river, he would remember this kindness, and remember that he was burdened by the little fool who cheated him so many times. He has no regrets.

This shows that he is a good person by nature.

He has a very pure quality about him, which makes people feel reliable.

It's not like someone who would do anything wrong.

Jiang Zefeng rested for a while, got up and went to take the millet harvested by Gu Yinzhou to the side for threshing. His palm was scratched several times by the leaves of the rice, and when he scratched, several red marks appeared on the back of his hand.

The two of them worked together to harvest the millet in this field at one go. After half a day, the whole rice field was harvested, and Gu Yinzhou also came to help threshing.

Jiang Zefeng kept looking at him, but he didn't look up at Jiang Zefeng much.

"Pack it in a bag." When Gu Yinzhou spoke, he didn't even glance to the side.

The sound of threshing "bang bang bang" was heard, the man moved neatly, his sleeves fell to his elbows, the lines of his arms were tense, sweat ran down his cheeks, a drop of sweat dripped from the tip of his eyebrows, to the end of his eyes, the corners of his lips Pressed tightly, stretched into a straight line.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, holding a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Brother, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" Jiang Zefeng asked attentively.

Gu Yinzhou paused, "Not tired."

He didn't refuse Jiang Zefeng to wipe his sweat, but he breathed lightly.

All kinds of things last night made Gu Yinzhou realize that no matter how stupid Jiang Zefeng was in the past, he is still a normal man now, and he should keep some distance, but this distance is close to nothing under Jiang Zefeng's frequent approach.

"Brother, you're thirsty. You haven't had any water all afternoon. Drink some water."

"Brother, eat more, you can see that your chin is sharp from the tiredness of the past two days."

"Are you hot? Shall I fan you?"

When he returned home in the evening, Jiang Zefeng always found an opportunity to greet him with concern, which was so comprehensive that it was impossible to refuse.

When he was thirsty, water was served at the right time, when he was eating, he was given two chopsticks of vegetables, and when the fire was hot, he was sweating profusely, so he squatted aside and took a fan to fan him.

As if aware of his estrangement today, the offensive was more violent than before, and the enthusiasm was overwhelming.

Gu Yinzhou has always known that Jiang Zefeng is a bit heartless.

He used to be like this when he was stupid, but at that time, he was easy to be fooled by others, and he was led by the nose after being fooled by others, and he was sold and paid back to the counting person, but now he is much smarter, and he is more clever nod.

The two seem to be retreating while the other is advancing, so Gu Yinzhou's plan to "keep a distance" had a harbinger of aborted.

At night, it is a little cooler than the day, the night sky is like a black curtain, twinkling with stars, the moonlight is shining all over the earth, and the wind blows away a bit of the heat.

Gu Yinzhou was taking a bath, and when he heard footsteps behind him, he frowned slightly, subconsciously blocked the important parts, and turned his head.

The door slammed open, and Jiang Zefeng leaned against the door with a smile on his face.

"Brother, I'll give you a bath!"

Gu Yinzhou's face was numb: "...get out."

Jiang Zefeng, who had a bad nose, was not discouraged. After closing the door, he held the door and smiled silently for a long time. Gu Yinzhou's expression was so funny just now. There seemed to be more cracks on his usually cold and tense face. , with a bit of life breath, no longer always a "step-by-step" appearance.

The next day, Gu Yinzhou didn't have to go to the field anymore, but he went out early. Before he went out, he put the millet at home to dry in the yard. When Jiang Zefeng woke up, he was nowhere to be found at home.

The rice tank at home is almost bottomed out, and it can last for a few days. Sooner or later, I will have to make up some more, but it is not convenient to go to the town, it is several miles, and it takes a long time to walk. The little fool who took him out didn't even know the way.

After breakfast, he went around the village and met many people who greeted him. Some naughty children threw pebbles at him, and he gave him a good lesson by holding his collar.

He walked around half of the village and figured out that if he wanted to go out, he had to go earlier. There was a family in the village who would go to the town tomorrow, and that family had a donkey. If he wanted to go out, he could take a donkey with him.

Gu Yinzhou left early and returned late, and when he came back at night, he carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders and a wild rabbit.

"Where did you go today?" Jiang Zefeng asked.

Gu Yinzhou: "In the field."

"Why didn't you come back at noon?"

"I brought dry food."

What else did Jiang Zefeng want to ask, but he felt that he would be a bit babbling if he continued to ask. He was a man, so he stopped asking. He looked at the rabbit in Gu Yinzhou's hand. The rabbit was dead, and its hair was wet with blood. .

"I picked it up." Seeing him looking at the rabbit in his hand, Gu Yinzhou said while holding the rabbit's ears, "I fell into a trap, I still have one breath left, and the road is gone."

Jiang Zefeng said "um", indicating that he knew.

In the evening, Gu Yinzhou was lighting a fire in the kitchen, and Jiang Zefeng squatted beside him, passing a piece of firewood from time to time to help him.

"What happened to your hand?" Jiang Zefeng asked suddenly.

hand?

Gu Yinzhou looked down and saw a red mark on his palm, which was scratched by a sharp stone outside. When he picked up the rabbit today, he felt a sense of familiarity. He always felt that there should be something else at hand, but Grab it casually, and what you hold is a bundle of firewood.

The shock of that moment made him almost fall, and the skin on his hand was cut at that time.

"fine."

"Let me see." Jiang Zefeng went to hold his hand, but Gu Yinzhou dodged it.

"No problem."

"Then why don't you let me see it?"

Gu Yinzhou couldn't hold back Jiang Zefeng, and was half-forced by Jiang Zefeng to hold her hand.

The fire on the stove started, and the bright orange light reflected on Jiang Zefeng's face. He lowered his eyes, looking docile and gentle, like some kind of small animal waiting for someone to stroke its belly.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, the deceptive gentleness on the surface disappeared.

"No, I need to get some medicine tomorrow."

"No need." Gu Yinzhou wanted to take back his hand, but couldn't pull it back from him.

Jiang Zefeng's fingertips touched his wound lightly, with slight pain and itching, he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Yinzhou's ears suddenly felt hot.

"It doesn't hurt." He gritted his teeth, twitched his cheeks twice, and said in a low voice, "It will be fine in a few days...it's okay."

He always felt that injuries were common, commonplace things, and it was a bit too hypocritical to say that it hurts.

"It hurts to see it." Jiang Zefeng said.

Gu Yinzhou: "In the past, the injury was much worse than this."

Jiang Zefeng paused slightly, then raised his head: "Do you still remember something?"

"I don't remember." Gu Yinzhou shook his head, lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, "It's just that there are some scars on his body."

A person who doesn't remember anything has no sense of belonging. No matter where he goes, he has no "past". The "traces" left on his body are all symbols of the past. He tries to recall the past from those traces on his body. passed, but it was of no use.

What kind of person he used to be, and where did he grow up.

Those pasts were always like a thick layer of white mist, making him unable to see clearly.

"Scars?" Jiang Zefeng thought for a while, "There are quite a lot."

He gestured on Gu Yinzhou's chest, "Here you go—"

Facing Gu Yinzhou's gloomy gaze, he blinked and smiled lightly: "I saw it when you rescued me when I fell into the water last time."

He felt that this was a good opportunity for heart-to-heart talk, but it was a pity that Gu Yinzhou only showed his "softness" for a moment, and then returned to his usual inhuman and indifferent appearance.

The bonfire party is coming soon, the village needs to prepare some things, and today will go shopping, Jiang Zefeng got up earlier than Gu Yinzhou in the morning, watering the vegetables grown in the yard, after he had breakfast with Gu Yinzhou, Gu Yinzhou was ready to go out , he only asked where he was going, and after getting the answer, he didn't intend to follow.

He entered the house, found his private money from the corner of the box, the old money bag and patches, he stuffed the money bag into the skirt of his clothes, and went out with the people in the village who went out to buy.

This was his first time going out, and also the first time he had been in contact with people other than Gu Yinzhou for a long time, but Jiang Zefeng had a familiar temperament, not afraid of strangers, and soon got acquainted with those people.

The town outside is very lively, just in time for the market, the crowds are coming and going, the sun is also bright, and a group of people come and go in a hurry.

The sun was setting and the village was already preparing for the bonfire party. When Gu Yinzhou returned home, Jiang Zefeng was nowhere to be seen. He thought he was here to watch the fun, but when he arrived, he was still nowhere to be found.

His heart sank inch by inch.

Jiang Zefeng was told by his mother before that he would never hang around outside after the sun went down.

——But Gu Yinzhou forgot that Jiang Zefeng today is not the Jiang Zefeng who was frightened by scary rumors in the past.

Gu Yinzhou's heart seemed to be frying in a frying pan. Whenever he saw someone, he would ask if the other party saw Jiang Zefeng.

Not many people knew about Jiang Zefeng's going out, and he didn't get any useful news.

It was the village head who saw him and called him to help. After he asked, he found out that Jiang Zefeng followed the villagers out without saying a word.

The breath he held in his heart was relieved.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Zefeng and a group of people came back.

When he saw Gu Yinzhou, he waved to him with a bright smile.

Gu Yinzhou looked at Jiang Zefeng in the middle of the crowd, pursed his lower lip, turned his head and left.

Jiang Zefeng: "?"

The night was thick, and the village was very lively tonight. There was a fire burning in the open space, and the young girls were able to come out to play, but they were separated from the men. In the shed, the village head's daughter occasionally came out to help.

Gu Yinzhou was filled with anger, and he couldn't explain why.

When he was moving a table out, his hand lightened suddenly. On the opposite side, Jiang Zefeng took the table from his hand, "Where do you put it?"

"I come."

"Your hand injury hasn't healed yet, what a show of strength."

Gu Yinzhou: "...a small injury."

"You don't hurt, but I still feel bad." Jiang Zefeng answered the sentence casually, without thinking about it, looking around, trying to find a direction.

Gu Yinzhou: "..."

The anger in my heart was dissipated by these two sentences.

"There." Gu Yinzhou pointed in a direction, and Jiang Zefeng moved the table over there.

Next, whatever Gu Yinzhou moved, Jiang Zefeng would take it from him, and when it came to the orderly arrangement, Gu Yinzhou had nowhere to do it.

When I met another man, that man laughed at Jiang Zefeng and confessed his brother as a porcelain doll.

Gu Yinzhou immediately tightened his hands.

I just heard Jiang Zefeng happily say: "I am happy."

The things were almost moved, Jiang Zefeng grabbed Gu Yinzhou's wrist and said, "Follow me."

"Where?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow me." Jiang Zefeng dragged him, looked around, avoided the crowd, and walked towards a sparsely populated place.

Gu Yinzhou's heart was pounding, he couldn't tell what it was like.

It is both a guilty conscience and a hidden sense of excitement.

He didn't know where Jiang Zefeng was going to take him, and he didn't know what Jiang Zefeng was going to do, but the night seemed to cover everything with a hazy veil, leading it to an indescribable direction.

The palm of his hand didn't know whether it was due to nervousness or something else, a thin layer of sweat broke out, he closed his palm together, they gradually moved away from the noise, the sound of breathing and heartbeat became clearer.

Seeing that there was a distance from the crowd, Gu Yinzhou couldn't help asking him again: "Where are you going?"

"Look." Jiang Zefeng let go of his wrist.

It was only then that Gu Yinzhou realized that they had reached a small hillside.

He looked ahead, and saw not far away, among the weeds near the water, a few emerald green lights were shining, and a gust of wind blew by, lighting up bit by bit like stars, slowly floating in the air , dotted the night.

It's fireflies.

They are flying in pieces, and the scenery is picturesque for a while.

Gu Yinzhou's thin lips parted slightly, and the reflection of fireflies was at the bottom of his eyes.

"It looks good." Jiang Zefeng said quite proudly, "I saw it when I came back, and I thought I would show you."

"Why?"

"Ok?"

Gu Yinzhou rolled up and down twice with a dry voice, "Why do you want to take me to see it?"

People are busy with their daily lives, and the beautiful scenery is around, but they have no time to take care of it, and Jiang Zefeng is just able to pay attention to these beautiful scenery.

Jiang Zefeng said as a matter of course: "You are my dearest person, I don't think about you, who do I think about?"

Gu Yinzhou pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

"Does it look good?" Jiang Zefeng looked at his stunned profile, and curled his lips, "I knew you would like it."

The tone of his words rose slightly, as if to seduce people's hearts again and again.

Gu Yinzhou: "Well, it looks good."

"Give me your hand." Jiang Zefeng said again.

Gu Yinzhou stretched out his hand, and Jiang Zefeng put something wrapped in yellow oil paper in his palm.

Jiang Zefeng: "I went out today and tasted this dried fruit. It was delicious, so I brought some for you. Try it."

Gu Yinzhou picked up a dried fruit and put it in his mouth. He was not particular about food, and he was not greedy. Jiang Zefeng asked how he was, and he said it was too sweet.

"Impossible, it's obviously sweet and sour." Jiang Zefeng took one and put it in his mouth. It was indeed sweet and sour. Give me a hand."

Gu Yinzhou gave him the other hand, and Jiang Zefeng took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his bosom, lowered his head and poured it carefully on the wound on the palm of his hand.

If you make people happy, you will be willing to take medicine.

Gu Yinzhou looked at his drooping eyebrows with complicated eyes.

The taste of dried fruit still remained on the tip of his tongue, he touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and licked it again.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Zefeng asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's good, the scab will heal in two days." Jiang Zefeng raised his head.

Gu Yinzhou turned his head abruptly, and looked at the fireflies flying aside.

"Firefly, it's very beautiful." He said in a deep voice.

"Well, I also think it's pretty." Jiang Zefeng said with a smile, "Just look at me, what to hide."

Let's see if there is any less meat.

He didn't mind that they were all big men, even if a little girl stared at him, he wouldn't blush.

Seeing Gu Yinzhou's reaction, Jiang Zefeng couldn't help thinking that maybe people like surprises.

His reaction gave Jiang Zefeng, who was preparing for a surprise, a great sense of satisfaction.