"Sit down. It's nice here. You can enjoy the view and you don't have to be blown by the wind."
Second floor.
Sophia found a good place for Zayne, and they sat down together.
At this angle, you can see the direction of the fish pond and how Luther is shivering in the cold wind.
Zayne doesn't believe that this position was not chosen on purpose.
However, this time, Zayne did not avoid it, but sat down in silence.
The stove was warm and the charcoal fire was burning.
At this time, it was very suitable for roasting sweet potatoes.
"Let me do it, Miss Sophia you take a rest." Seeing that Sophia was going to wash the sweet potatoes, Zayne quickly stopped her and specially instructed: "You'd better not touch cold water these days..."
Sophia said "Oh".
She seemed to understand.
But she didn't ask much. After all, she had been a girl for far less than Zayne, and she certainly didn't have the experience of Zayne.
Sophia sat down again, holding her chin and looking at the scenery in the distance.
Zayne carefully washed the sweet potatoes of uniform size, wrapped them in tin foil, and then put them into the charcoal fire.
When she was in her hometown, she was most afraid of autumn.
Her parents died early, and the little land at home was occupied by neighbors. In theory, she had no farm work to do, but this was not the case.
After her parents died, her uncle became her guardian.
During the days of living under someone else's roof, Zayne had to help her uncle's family harvest corn and dig sweet potatoes. She also had to seize the good weather and stare at the corn drying outside from morning to night, drying it and peeling the corn kernels.
Her uncle's family planted a lot of corn.
Drying corn and peeling corn kernels was once Zayne's childhood nightmare.
To this day, she can still clearly recall the hardness of the corn cobs and the feeling of her hands being numb, swollen, and painful from exhaustion, and having large blisters.
"Zayne, what are you daydreaming about?"
Sophia stretched out his finger and waved it in front of her eyes.
Zayne came back to her senses and smiled reluctantly: "I thought of some things in my hometown."
Sophia said "Oh".
She didn't ask any more questions. After all, she knew that Zayne's parents died early, which led to Zayne's childhood living under the care of others and was quite miserable.
It's not very moral to expose someone's scars.
"Come, drink some hot tea."
Sophia poured her a cup of steaming hot tea.
"This plate is dried fruit, that plate is candied fruit, and the one in front of you is dried vegetables, all made by Aunt gina herself, you can try it."
When talking about a heavier topic, Sophia would change the subject as if nothing had happened.
Zayne was ready to tell her a story, but now he could only take back his story silently.
In the past, Lutheralways liked to listen to her talk about her sufferings, and every time he would pat her on the shoulder and comfort her, "I'll take care of everything."
But what's the difference between having him and not having him?
When she was working in the fields under the scorching sun, what was Luther doing?
He seemed...
He seemed to be reading all the time.
Famous books from ancient and modern times, fashionable magazines, newspapers, palm-sized comic books, novels as thick as bricks... all kinds of things, everything.
He seemed to never have time to do anything.
He was always reading.
In fact, in order to give him more time to study, Zayne would take the initiative to help him share his farm work.
She was so tired that her back and waist ached, but what did she get in return?
It seemed that she only got a sentence from him, "Everything will be fine in the future", or "I'll take care of everything".
Thinking of this, Zayne couldn't help but clench his fists, and infinite sorrow surged in his heart.
What she wanted was not the invisible "future", but to have enough food, a good night's sleep, and someone to share the burden of life with her!
What kind of life has she lived these years?
Zayne was afraid that she would cry again, so she quickly grabbed a candied fruit, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it hard.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Eat slowly, I won't fight with you."
Seeing that her face was red from coughing, Sophia quickly patted her back and refilled her with a cup of tea.
Zayne sniffed and said, "The wind is so strong, there is sand in my eyes."
Her eyes were red, like a wronged rabbit.
"Don't rub it! I'll blow it for you."
Seeing that she was about to rub her eyes, Sophia quickly grabbed her hand.
Sophia moved her chair, sat down next to Zayne, and put him down, letting Zayne rest his head on her legs.
"Don't move."
"No, don't blow, I'm fine now...!"
"What do you mean fine? Your eyes are red and swollen, there's probably a lot of sand in them. "Where is the child." "
Relying on his strength, Sophia forcibly opened Zayne's eyelids and leaned forward with a pout.
"Hoo——"
A breath of cool air blew over.
Since she couldn't close her eyes this time, she was forced to appreciate Sophia's beauty from a close distance and smell the special fragrance on Sophia's body.
Sophia looked at her eyes carefully and tidied up her messy hair: "Are you feeling better?"
Her voice was very domineering.
It was the kind of domineering without any offensive power!
Zayne shuddered, as if she was hit by a slight electric current, and her hair went numb to the soles of her feet.
She really couldn't bear this super close contact, and she didn't dare to look directly into Sophia's eyes!
In a hurry, she waved her hands randomly, trying to push Sophia away.
Pah——
By the time Zayne reacted, one of her hands had already been firmly pressed on the other's flat chest muscles.
The other hand was pressed ferociously on Sophia's face.
Sophia: "..."
No, sister, what should I ask?
It's always me, Sophia who has taken advantage. You want to rebel today, right? Yeah!
"Well, sorry!"
Zayne was completely ashamed and quickly withdrew her hand.
She leaned back uncontrollably and fell to the ground. Her butt hurt so much that she didn't dare to yell. She quickly stood up and bowed to apologize.
"I...hiss, I didn't mean it. I was just a little...scared? No no no, just a little...a little unexpected..."
"What didn't you expect?"
Sophia was still rubbing her face. She was very depressed at the moment.
How could Zayne dare to speak?
She couldn't say, I didn't expect you to be so gentle.
"I didn't expect you, you have good skills..."
Sophia: "Huh?!"
You are going to defy the heavens, little Zayne.
What weird things are you saying.
Zayne's brain was about to crash, and the whole person was confused:
"No! What I mean is that your skill of blowing your eyes...that is, your skill of healing, is pretty good!"
Sophia raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
Obviously, she didn't believe it.
She didn't believe that this was what Zayne was going to say.
Sophia smiled meaningfully like a cat that smelled blood:
"Hey, that's not right! Looking at your expression, you were thinking about something bad, right?"