The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 121 Responsibility Comes With Pressure
At that moment, Ye Xiangchun's heart was astringent, and the tip of his heart seemed to be twisted severely and hurt.

Jingyu's tears originally flowed into two small streams, with clear soup and little water hanging on her cheeks.

But when he saw Ye Xiangchun's red eyes, he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, be good."

The "good" sound was a little long, with a little childish and milky voice, but also a bit of jerky coddling.

Ye Xiangchun immediately felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her whole body was numb from inside to outside. There was an indescribable sweetness, and it also made her feel a deeper responsibility.

When she said "we depend on each other", she just felt that it was nothing special for multiple children to cook an extra meal.

But now she realized that what was left was not an extra mouth, but a small expectation condensed on her body.

Even though Jing Yu is an autistic child, he still has his own thoughts, even more pure, and needs more care.

Responsibility came with pressure, which made Ye Xiangchun's heart tighten a little bit, and beat even more forcefully.

When she came back to her senses, Ye Xiangchun hugged Jingyu hard, as if giving him and herself more strength.

Then Ye Xiangchun blew twice into Jingyu's little hand, and said, "Okay, don't cry. Jingyu is really brave, she is not afraid of pain, and she even knows to come and pick me up."

"Scared." Jing Yu said, shrunk her neck, and snuggled into Ye Xiangchun's arms, wrapping her neck tightly.

"I'm sorry, I came back late." Ye Xiangchun apologized again, his heart softened into a puddle of water.

She took out her handkerchief and carefully wrapped Jingyu's little hand to prevent the blisters from being broken.Then I went to the back of the rock to pick up the pole, the burden and the basket.

Jing Yu kept holding onto the corner of Ye Xiangchun's clothes, and followed her step by step, never leaving her side for a moment.

Ye Xiangchun stuffed the small bundle back into the basket, and hung the basket well.

But looking at the oil lamp and pole again, he gritted his teeth and poked the pole behind the stone.

Then she put down her cuffs and put the lamp holder on to grab the oil lamp, put her other hand on the flames, turned to Jing Yu and said, "I don't have any more hands to hold you, just hold my lapel."

Jing Yu nodded, and tucked the corner of Ye Xiangchun's clothes into his palm again.

One way, two people walk.The darkness was dispelled by the bean-sized halo of the oil lamp, making the road less long and the surroundings warmer.

Ye Xiangchun told Jingyu about the day, and teased Jingyu from time to time, for fear that he would be tired and sleepy after walking.

But even so, before seeing the village, Ye Xiangchun felt that the hem of his clothes was pulled, and there was a "plop" sound behind him, and it was Jing Yu who was tripped.

Ye Xiangchun quickly turned back and pulled Jing Yu back.Looking again, Jing Yu's eyes were dull, her eyelids drooped and closed, and she was about to fall asleep.

Even though he almost fell down just now, Jing Yu just raised his eyelids, without any intention of becoming more sober.

"Xiaoyu..." Ye Xiangchun was about to tell him to wake up, but the oil lamp in his hand was blown out because it didn't block the wind.

Lost that little bit of bean-sized light, the surroundings suddenly darkened.

It was like a hypnotic signal, and Jingyu's eyelids, which were barely supported a moment ago, closed suddenly.

Ye Xiangchun watched Jing Yu's body shake twice, and then leaned directly on her body and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)