The peasant daughter of the crossing

Chapter 227

"Sanlang, is the gate of the old house locked?" Ruhua asked when she saw Sanlang standing by the wash stand.

"I went to see it just now, and it's all locked up." Sanlang washed his face and was wiping the water off his hands with a washcloth.

"Oh! Hey! I can finally take a good rest tomorrow morning." Ruhua stretched her waist, and couldn't help sighing thinking about the hard work during this time.

"You're really exhausted today." San Lang thought that she didn't even rest on her feet for a while, so his heart ached!

Ruhua gave Saburo a bright smile, and said with white teeth, "Hehe! You are not the same, so hurry up and wash your face and feet to rest!"

After the family washed their feet, they were ready to go into the house to rest.

Since this is the first time to sleep in separate rooms, Ruhua decided to wait for Xiaobao to fall asleep before leaving.

But Xiao Bao blinked and asked, "Mother, let's sleep together in this big bed!" As he said that, Xiao Bao moved his body and patted the empty space beside him.

Ruhua is also a little tired, she thinks Xiaobao's words are fine too!So just when she was about to lie down, Saburo appeared, "Ruhua, if you are tired, go to bed first! I'll just stay with Xiaobao."

"But..." Ruhua hesitated for a moment.

"But mother can tell stories, but father can't tell stories! So Xiaobao will sleep with mother, without father's company!" Xiaobao stretched out his hand to hold Ru Huasheng, fearing that mother would disappear in an instant.

In fact, this storytelling was still in summer, when the weather was hot at night, I couldn’t sleep at all, and there was no entertainment to pass the time, so Ruhua told stories to Xiaobao on a whim. It was out of control, and she would tell a story like a flower every other night before giving up!
In fact, Ruhua doesn't know how to tell any stories at all, she just talks about what she has seen and heard in modern times.Xiaobao also listened to a lot of stories when he was a child, and many of the stories began a long, long time ago... But the beginning of Ruhua's story was a long, long time later... Because of this, Xiaobao felt that the stories told by his mother were very novel, not only That's it, even when he told his little friends the next day, he was very well catered to, and naturally he liked mother's stories even more.

San Lang was a little unhappy, and said with a downcast face, "Didn't Xiaobao say that mother was tired when she was washing her feet just now? Why is she twisting mother now and not allowing her to rest?"

"Xiaobao didn't let mother rest! Isn't there a free place on this bed?" Xiaobao pouted, and lowered his head slightly.

Seeing Xiaobao like this, Ruhua quickly helped to speak, "Why don't you go and rest, Sanlang! I'll come over when Xiaobao falls asleep."

"Hmph! No way!" Sanlang's attitude was quite firm, "Xiaobao, you are so old, how can you be so willful, let alone you are a man, could it be that you are afraid of sleeping in this room by yourself?"

San Lang's words hit Xiao Bao, and Xiao Bao immediately shouted unwillingly to admit defeat, "I'm afraid of someone, I'm not afraid at all."

Little Treasure's furious appearance showed that he had been told something.

Ruhua didn't know that Xiaobao twisted her because she was afraid of sleeping alone, but when she thought of this, she covered her mouth and laughed.

When Xiao Bao saw his mother smile, he felt even more ashamed. He quickly turned around and buried his head in the quilt, and his voice came out from under the quilt, "Mother, don't laugh!"

Ruhua smiled for a while before calming down, patted the quilt and said, "Okay, okay, is it okay if mother stops laughing?" But even though she said this, she still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing again stand up.

Xiaobao felt ashamed, and the sheet grabbed him even tighter.

"Hehe, it's been said that it's the center of the matter! You still don't admit it!" Saburo said cheerfully, as if he still had a sense of accomplishment.

"Okay, Saburo, don't say it anymore, you see Xiaobao's current appearance is embarrassing enough." Ruhua was afraid that Xiaobao would be really angry if he took a breath, so she hurriedly persuaded him.

"It's not that I don't talk about it, it's the fact!" Saburo insisted, "But it's okay if I don't talk about it, you can go to rest with me now."

"This..." Ruhua turned her head to look at Xiaobao who was buried under the quilt, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How about we wait for Xiaobao to fall asleep together before leaving!"

Before Sanlang could reply, Xiaobao rushed to talk, "Mother, Xiaobao doesn't want you to accompany me! So go and rest!"

The person is still buried in the bed, but refuses to let his head out.

"But isn't Xiaobao afraid of sleeping alone?" Ruhua asked suspiciously.

"It's all right! Just like what Daddy said, Xiaobao is a man and shouldn't be afraid of anything." There was a firmness in that childish voice.

man?Ruhua really doesn't understand the communication between father and son. In her opinion, Xiaobao is nothing more than a little boy, and he even calls him a man!
"Then Xiaobao is really not afraid?"

"I'm not afraid."

"I'm not afraid, mother will go back to the house now!" Ruhua looked at Xiaobao's embarrassing appearance still buried in the sheet, smiled, and stood up.In fact, she felt that it was good for boys to be brave, so she prepared to leave.

"Well! Come back!"

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Xiaobao finally exposed his head and panted unconsciously.

But in an instant, he was the only breathing sound left in the room, which really made him a little scared.

And now the weather is basically coming to winter, the fog outside at night is heavy, and there are no stars at all, so the outside is also pitch black!Coupled with the darkness in the room, Xiaobao shrank his head back into the blanket again, trembling timidly.

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep... But he suddenly remembered that when his mother didn't come back, his father went hunting in the mountains, and he was alone at home. At that time, he was not only cold, but also hungry. Compared with now, life is much better now .Mother is back, every meal can be full, and there is a warm quilt at night...

After thinking about it, his eyelids slowly closed.

(End of this chapter)