"No,
Gu Dong,
Listen to me. "The Ai Cao raised her hand and gestured anxiously in the air.
"Speak? What do you want to say? I'm listening. "Gu Dong's seriousness at this moment was something that the Ai Cao had never seen in her long time at home. There wasn't a trace of a smile in his good-looking eyebrows, and on his well-defined handsome face.
His expression was cold and stiff.
The Ai Cao had imagined countless times sharing secrets with Gu Dong, but when it really came to this moment,
Especially when Gu Dong still had this reaction,
Thousands of words were stuck in her throat,
For a moment,
She opened her mouth, but she did not know where to start or what to say.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Gu Dong looked at the frozen Ai Cao in front of him,
His thick eyebrows raised slightly, and the smile did not reach his eyes.
This slightly sarcastic smile was like a thorn that stabbed straight into the Ai Cao's heart,
It took her a lot of effort to muster up a lot of courage, but it instantly lost most of it.
This kind of abnormal, transcendent thing happened to her,
She was already scared enough, and now Gu Dong still had such a reaction.
Should she say it,
To what extent,
What would Gu Dong think of her after saying it,
Would he think that she was a ghost,
Would he be afraid, or would he accept her? These questions filled the Ai Cao's mind. She looked at the serious man in front of her, who was different from the past, and gave herself an answer in her heart.
In Gu Dong's eyes, the Ai Cao's hesitation and worry were just excuses. She did not want to say it, and she did not treat him as a family.
Was she sad? It was probably more than a little. Being married until now was not a specialty, but sometimes Gu Dong felt like he had been living with the Ai Cao for a long time. He liked this kind of life. Even if there were occasional small quarrels, it was like an embellishment of life.
Compared to the past, the days were dull and dull, and he couldn't see any hope. He really wanted to cherish the days he had now, but would Mugwort have the same thoughts as him?
It was a few days before the autumn harvest when he first noticed that there was something wrong with the food at home. At that time, he didn't have any other thoughts. He just wondered why he had been eating so much recently. He casually mentioned it to the Ai Cao, and the Ai Cao explained it to him. It was quite reasonable. He thought about it and felt that it was right, so he didn't take it to heart.
When did he start to take this matter seriously? It was the autumn harvest. At the beginning, the Ai Cao cooked a lot more food than usual. According to the way they ate at that time, they wouldn't be able to last until the food was distributed.
He originally wanted to remind Mugwort, but then he saw how Mugwort worked herself to death in the fields every day, working hard with him. While his heart ached, he also blamed himself. As a man, he couldn't let his wife enjoy life with him. Instead, he had to get up early and work late.
He felt a little sorry for the Ai Cao, so he didn't say anything when he found out that the Ai Cao was making the food better. If she ate better, then let her eat better. He was already tired from going to work every day. He couldn't let her eat worse. At most, he would wait until the food at home ran out, and then he would think of a way to get more.
Five or six days passed. On that day, he had something to do and went to the kitchen. After taking the things, he remembered the recent meals and wanted to see how much food was left at home. He wanted to know how much food was left in the house.
But what surprised him was that when he opened the grain holder, he found that there was still a lot of food left. To be exact, there was still a lot.
According to the way they were eating now, it shouldn't be. Gu Dong had a big doubt in his heart at that time. He pondered for a while. Could it be that the Ai Cao brought the food home?
It was impossible for his grandfather. If it was him, his grandfather would have told him. But if it was really the Ai Cao, why didn't she tell him that she had a way to bring food home?
No matter what, someone must have replenished the food at home. If it wasn't him, then it could only be the Ai Cao.
Why didn't she tell him? Gu Dong asked himself in his heart. Could it be that she didn't want him to know? If she didn't want him to know, he could also pretend that he didn't know. But where did she get the food? Or how did she get it?
If it was through improper means, then as a woman, she was more ashamed and didn't want her husband to know. Then it could be explained.
The more Gu Dong thought about this matter, the more doubts and questions he had. It was stuck in his heart, so he decided not to tell the Ai Cao. He wanted to see how she got the food.
During those few days, every time Gu Dong saw the Ai Cao's smiling face, he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Especially when the Ai Cao cooked for him, brought it to the table and asked him to eat more.
What method would a rural woman, who had no money and no strength, use to exchange for food? Gu Dong didn't have to ask around. He had heard of it.
However, some women who used this method were really forced to a dead end. Some of the men in the family lived as if they were dead and needed a woman to support the family. Of course, there were also those who were purely greedy for benefits, such as Zhang Youcai's family in the village.
Zhang Youcai was famous for being a coward and afraid of women. However, He Yanmei was also famous for being beautiful.
In their family of five, Zhang Youcai liked to be lazy and was afraid of suffering and being tired. He Yanmei's ten fingers didn't do any household chores. Even the food at home was prepared by the man. In addition, they had a fifteen-year-old daughter and a pair of 10-year-old twin sons who could eat a lot.
However, it was this kind of family that didn't lack food all year round. Many people in the village secretly spread rumors that He Yanmei had an affair with Zhang Xianglan's father, Zhang Kuan, who was in charge of the village accounts. Gu Dong knew that in fact, this matter was true. Because he had seen the two of them having sex in the wild in the mountains.
For such a woman, you couldn't say whether she was good or bad. She chose her own path. He Yanmei knew how the villagers talked about her in private, but she didn't care. Even Zhang Youcai didn't care that much. Only when a blockhead ridiculed him in front of him would he go home and throw a tantrum.
However, the food that He Yanmei had exchanged herself for, he would not miss a single bite.
Therefore, compared to He Yanmei, Gu Dong looked down on people like Zhang Youcai even more.
In the beginning, when he was wondering where Ai Cao got the food from, he felt as if his heart had been dug out when he thought of this possibility. However, he immediately extinguished his thoughts.
Ai Cao wasn't like He Yanmei. She wouldn't do it. Really wouldn't? Would she have any other methods?
Gu Dong secretly observed Ai Cao for seven or eight days. He found that every day, besides working in the fields with him, she was busy at home. She didn't come into contact with anyone else in the village. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the doubts in his heart grew.
If she didn't come into contact with anyone else, then where did the food come from? Out of thin air? This idea seemed like nonsense, but unless there was something wrong with his brain and what he saw wasn't real, the extra food at home could only be explained in this way.
The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became.
After more than ten days, Gu Dong found that Ai Cao really circled around him and his home every day. She didn't even have the time to steal from him. But the fact was, according to the past, the family should have run out of food a long time ago. However, until now, there was still no food. Moreover, these days, Ai Cao didn't ask for any food from him.
From being puzzled to having all kinds of thoughts, he finally convinced himself to calmly accept it without asking for the reason. During the whole process, Gu Dong had no one to talk to. He could only work hard every day and let his body be extremely tired so that he wouldn't think about it.
After the autumn harvest ended, Ai Cao was still the same as before. She didn't show any unusual behavior. Gu Dong gradually convinced himself in his heart. He liked Ai Cao and wanted to live a simple life with her. It didn't matter whether he was a human, a ghost, or a monster in the mountains.
Because if Ai Cao really wanted to hide it from him or harm him, she shouldn't have let him discover these unusual behaviors.
He could feel that the reason why Ai Cao supplemented the food at home like this was because Ai Cao was afraid that if the autumn harvest was too tiring, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the food and his body would fall ill.
Ai Cao did it for his own good. She thought of him. In order to let him eat his fill, she gave herself away. Thinking of this reason, Gu Dong's eyes turned red.
So what if she didn't tell him the truth? He just needed to know that Ai Cao had him in her heart.
This matter was too complicated. For a moment, he didn't know where to start. Ai Cao frowned and didn't know where to start. When Gu Dong saw this, Gu Dong thought that she didn't want to say it and didn't want to say it.
"Forget it. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. In the future, just do what you need to do. But if Grandpa or anyone else asks you where the food came from, just blame it on me and say that I made it."
After saying this, Gu Dong picked up the basket on his back and quickly walked out of the courtyard. He didn't dare to look at Ai Cao's expression.
"Gu Dong! No, Gu Dong, come back! Let me explain. "Ai Cao's eyes were red and she quickly ran after him.
"It's not that I don't want to say it. I just don't know how to say it. I …" Ai Cao anxiously explained as she pulled on his arm.
Looking at the panicked and tearful little woman, Gu Dong felt as if his heart was being hammered.
"I won't force you, and I'm not angry. Don't worry. Once you've thought it through, then tell me. Don't cry. Go back and wash your face. There's no more firewood at home, so I went up the mountain to gather firewood. "Gu Dong's face showed a slight smile as he rubbed Ai Cao's little head.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel bad at all. However, he didn't want to see Ai Cao like this. Thinking about it from another perspective, if he himself was a spirit or a demon, he probably wouldn't easily tell others such a secret that could not be shared with the world.
He understood Ai Cao, but that didn't stop him from having some other feelings. This was because he really treated Ai Cao as family. She was the closest person to him. She was the person who could walk hand in hand from young to old.
Ai Cao wanted to say it, but at this moment, Gu Dong didn't want to hear it. He felt that he respected her.
Looking at Gu Dong's straight back and thin figure gradually disappear into the distance, Ai Cao's face was full of tears. She squatted at the gate and started to cry.
He didn't want to hear it. If she said it, it would make her feel even worse than if he aggressively asked her.
After crying for a while and venting her emotions, Ai Cao returned home. She sat on a small stool at the door and stared at the gate in a daze.
Her mind was empty. She wasn't thinking about anything, but it also seemed like she was thinking about a lot. Subconsciously, she was hoping that Gu Dong would come home.
However, after an unknown amount of time, she didn't see Gu Dong. Instead, she saw Fu Fang running over in a hurry.
"Fu Fang, what's the matter …"
"Cao 'er! Don't tell me first. Come with me quickly. Gu Dong had an accident in the mountains! I think there's a hole in his stomach! " When Fu Fang saw Ai Cao, she pulled her up and ran out. As she walked, she spoke. When she said the last few words, she choked with sobs and tears fell down.
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