Happy peasant girl

Chapter 58
In the end, it was Lin Zhongguo who went to the field to look for Lin Qingxi, and when he arrived in the field, he found his daughter's small figure hunched over the field, moving forward step by step, and the weeds in her hand were neatly arranged by her. Put it in the backpack behind you.

"Xi girl, take a break, daddy will pull out these weeds for you later." Lin Zhongguo walked up to Lin Qingxi, unloaded the pannier on her back, took her little hand and walked over land.

"Father, why are you here?" Lin Qingxi looked at Lin Zhongguo strangely and asked.

"Why can't Dad come! Dad's precious girl is exhausting herself in the field, how can Dad still stay at home!" Lin Zhongguo looked at Lin Qingxi with some anger and said, this anger was directed at himself and also at him. Lin Qingxi.

Lin Qingxi didn't know how to offend her father, so she could only say flatteringly: "Father, are you... all right? Did Xi'er do something to make you angry?"

Hearing his daughter's cautious questioning voice, Lin Zhongguo's heart softened. He secretly blamed himself for not getting angry with his daughter, and at the same time he said helplessly, "Silly girl, you didn't do anything to make dad angry. Moderate use. If a handsome man of seven feet wants to let his little daughter work hard to support the family, it is useless to be a father, it is useless to be a father!"

Lin Zhongguo blamed himself so much, Lin Qingxi was a little panicked, and said quickly: "Father, don't be like this! We are not a rich family, and your daughter is not the delicate body of Miss Qianjin. I am a peasant girl, and I was born in the fields. Besides, how did she become the breadwinner of the daughter? Brothers and sisters-in-law are all so capable, even grandpa, grandma, and parents do so much work every day, and the daughter just wants to help as much as possible."

Lin Zhongguo sighed, put the basket on the ground, and then pulled Lin Qingxi to sit next to him on the ground, facing the vast fields and the dreamlike mountains hidden in the mist in the distance. mountains.

At this time, there were not many people in the field, and Lin Qingxi, who was wearing a simple bun, sat quietly beside Lin Zhongguo, her father's unique breath made her feel warm and comforting.

"Girl Xi, I'm sorry for making you suffer!" In front of his little daughter, Lin Zhongguo, a farmer who didn't like to express his inner feelings, couldn't help showing his long-lost warm face.

He loves each of his children, but he always shows a soft side to his youngest child and only daughter.He doesn't know what other fathers think, but he can beat and scold his sons, and even teach them with heavy hands, but for his daughter, he can't wait to spoil her to heaven, and has never given her a bad look.

Today, it's not so much anger as guilt. He feels that he, as a father, did not do a good job, he is ashamed of his family, and even more ashamed of his daughter.

Sitting next to Lin Zhongguo, the sensitive Lin Qingxi could feel that his mood today was a bit unusual. She had no chance to experience what kind of love a father is like before. She just heard the teacher say "father's love is like a mountain" when she was in school. this phrase.

Now, she seems to be able to feel a little taste of father's love, some sourness that makes her uneasy, and some sweetness that makes her mouth curl up, but more of it is the kind that even if the wind and rain suddenly fall at this moment, there is still A safe and stable harbor for herself to rely on, the feeling of having a strong backing, she has never had in modern times.

"Father, don't say that! Xi'er has never felt bitter, and Xi'er likes the joy and steadfastness after hard work and harvest. Also, Xi'er always feels that the old man taught me so many things, not Let Xi'er enjoy the blessings, he wants to teach Xi'er that only by constantly working hard and enduring hardships can he live a good life." In order to relieve Lin Zhongguo's guilt, Lin Qingxi had to move out of the non-existent house again. Grandpa.

Lin Qingxi's words silenced Lin Zhongguo, a farmer, Lin Qingxi didn't bother him, and sat beside him quietly and obediently.

The father and daughter kept sitting side by side looking into the distance for a long time, until the clear and melodious high-pitched birdsong came from the distance one after another, and they suddenly woke up.

"Girl Xi, let's go play! Dad hopes you don't stay in the fields all day long, play with the children in the village more, and make more intimate friends. Dad is responsible for farming!" Lin Qingxi thought of her family wholeheartedly She is a rare and good child, but she should also have her own friends and live a life of her age. On this matter, Lin Zhongguo does not intend to make any concessions.

Lin Qingxi turned her head and gave Lin Zhongguo a big smile, nodded and said, "Well, Dad, Xi'er listens to what Dad says, and will definitely play more and make more friends, and won't worry Dad and his family!"

"This is Daddy's good daughter. No matter how capable you are, in Daddy's eyes, you are just a child, Daddy's precious girl!" Lin Zhongguo stroked Lin Qingxi's hair lovingly.

Lin Qingxi tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, smiled and leaned her little head on Lin Zhongguo's thick arm: "Father, you are the best father in the world, and Xi'er's most precious father!"

Lin Qingxi finally put down the farm work in the field and went to play with Lin Xiaoyu and the others. When she ran to the stage at the east end of the village, she saw Lin Xiaoyu, Lin Xiaotao and Lin Cuihua were all there, as well as Lin Hu, Lin Hu, and Lin Cuihua. The boys Lin Xuequan, Lin Yongjie and Lin Xiaobo surrounded the front and backstage of the stage, laughing and playing non-stop.

"Sister Xi, sister Xi, here, here!" Lin Xiaoyu, who saw Lin Qingxi's figure from afar, shouted at her.

"Sister Xiaoyu!" Lin Qingxi also ran and waved to Lin Xiaoyu and the others with a smile.

After Lin Qingxi joined them, Lin Xiaoyu was busy introducing the stage to her, while Lin Xiaotao introduced a few girls who were relatively unfamiliar to Lin Qingxi.

Soon, Linqingxi and these children from Linjia Village started playing around the stage. From barely coping at the beginning to playing together sincerely, Linqingxi also felt as if he had returned to the place where he lacked friendship and innocence. childhood.

In the early morning of Lidong, the sun was extraordinarily warm. Although there was a slight cold wind blowing, it gave people a very comfortable feeling.

When the village is going to sing a big show, the first ones who can't sit still are the children, so before breakfast, there are already many children from Linjia Village and Zhaojia Village around the stage.

Zhaojia Village was even poorer than Linjia Village, so the village naturally had no money to hire an opera troupe, so when they heard that Linjia Village would invite an opera troupe to come on Lidong, many children came early.

In fact, Caojia Village also invited a theater troupe that day, and I heard that it was a famous theater troupe in Fu'an Town, but because the relationship between Caojia Village and Linjia Village has deteriorated further, and most of the people in Zhaojia Village who have always had a good relationship with Linjia Village are not here today. Come to Jiacun to join us.

(End of this chapter)