Chapter 6 — Every Day Waking Up With You

Ha Phi Phi's legs were weak, she sat down on the ground and cried: "I know it's wrong... I'm just... jealous... sister, help me say a few words to them..." I stepped forward, looked at her tear-stained face, waved my hand and slapped her hard: "I won't help you! Just now you almost burned all the food in the whole village!" Bullets exploded amid thunderous applause: 【Deserve it!】 【This time definitely cannot be forgiven!】 Hoo Tran immediately called the police. While waiting, the village secretary asked: "Where is Chu Loi Dan? Isn't he also participating?" Ha Phi Phi sobbed and shook his head: "He... he said... let me go alone..." I laughed coldly: "Chu Loi Dan is really good at washing his hands of crime." When the police car arrived, the whole village was awakened. When Ha Phi Phi was being escorted away, she was still crying and begging me for forgiveness. But I just calmly stood next to Hoac Tran, without saying a word. 10 More than half a year has passed since Ha Phi Phi's story. It was said that she was sentenced to five years in prison. Zhou Loi Dan was dismissed from his position because of his involvement in embezzlement, and then disappeared to the South, with no more news. The program "My Rural Life" is increasingly popular, causing Hoac Tran's agricultural products to be sold throughout the country. Early that morning, I was dozing off when I felt someone gently pinch my cheek. “Wake up.” Hoac Tran's voice rang in his ear, low and gentle: "Let me see this." I squinted my eyes lazily at him: "I don't want to... it's not dawn yet..." "Hurry up." He pulled me out of the blanket and carefully put on my coat: "If you're late, you won't see me again." I yawned as I followed him out of the house. The cold early morning autumn wind made me shiver, burying myself in his chest. Hoo Tran decisively carried me on his back and strode towards the field. Bullets flew into the sky: 【Ah ah ah! "Power boyfriend" is at max level!】 【Miao Miao is like a curled up little koala!】 Reaching the edge of the field, Hoo Tran put me down: "Look." I rubbed my eyes... then froze. The entire ripe rice field is bathed in the dawn light, the rice flowers are heavy with golden light, swaying in the morning wind. In the distance, rolling mountains appeared, the sky was dyed from dark blue to orange red, each ray of light seemed to embroider a dreamy scene. “This is…” I said softly. “It's a new rice variety.” He replied, his eyes shining like gold in the sunlight. I was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the camera and slowly recorded each picturesque frame. Mieu Mieu's monologue (diary title): "I used to think I was just an ordinary girl in a small village. But it turns out, just being with the right person, whether it's a rice field or the moment of dawn, can make me shine like the heroine in the story." Bullets filled the screen: 【It's over... I'm crying】 【From the back story turned into paradise】 【Hoo Tran, you are the top of the top!】 【That dawn not only illuminates the rice fields, but also illuminates my heart】 Huo Tran stood behind me, both hands on my shoulders, softly saying: "Drought resistant, pest resistant, yield per acre has its own." can double.” I turned around to look at him. The usually quiet man who rarely spoke, but at this moment there was a light shining in his eyes. “Hoo Tran.” I softly called him. "YES?" “You're really good.” His ears turned red and he turned away: "It's okay." Bullets frantically swept the screen： 【Aaaaa so sweet!】 【Boss Even though we're farmers, we're shy!】 The sun was completely out, we held hands and walked home. While passing by the village committee, the loudspeaker suddenly rang out: "Comrade Hooc Tran, the province called and said he would give you the award!" I turned to look at him in surprise, but Hooc Tran frowned: "Another award?" The village secretary ran out of the room, so excited that he stammered: "This time is different! These are ten outstanding young men from across the country! They must go to Beijing to receive the award!" I jumped up and hugged Hoo Tran's neck: "It's great!" He firmly supported me, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "I'll go with you." A month later, at the Great Hall of the People. I wore a newly sewn dress, sat in the audience, quietly watching Hoac Tran stand on stage to receive the award. The host asked: "Mr. Hoac, as the representative of new-age farmers, who do you want to thank the most?" Hoac Tran's eyes passed hundreds of people and stopped straight at me: "My wife." The auditorium echoed with friendly laughter and thunderous applause. The host smiled and continued asking: "Why?" Hoc Tran's voice echoed throughout the auditorium through the microphone: "If it weren't for her, right now I would probably still be just a farmer who only knows how to plow the fields. I love my wife!" The whole hall burst into laughter, and my eyes turned red. Bullets exploded on the screen： 【Aaaaa public confession!】 【I can eat this "dog salary" deliciously!】 The day I returned to the village, the whole village came together to welcome me. Hoc Tran was dragged by everyone to drink and celebrate, while I took advantage of the opportunity to go home and rest first. Not long after lying down, the door to the room was gently pushed open by someone. Hooc Tran walked in, smelling of alcohol, holding a trophy in his hand. “Why are you back so early?” I sat up and asked. “Very boring.” He put the trophy on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me, "I miss you." My heart trembled slightly — this rough guy, even when he drinks alcohol, knows how to say sweet words. The bulletin board comments reverberated： 【True words when drunk!】 【Hoo Tran: I just need my wife!】 11 Early the next morning, I sat in the yard sunbathing, and Hoo Tran was busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The loudspeakers in the village resounded cheerful melodies, and in the distance, the sound of tractors roaring in the fields could be heard. I gently rubbed my belly — there, a small life was quietly growing day by day. Hoo Tran came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast and frowned at me: "Aren't you coming in? It's cold outside." “Sunbathing adds calcium.” I took the bowl of porridge he gave me and deliberately drank it slowly. He sat across from me, finished his bowl in just a few bites, but his eyes were still glued to me: "What's strange about you today?" "Really?" As I stirred the porridge, I felt my heart pounding. Bullets flew across the screen： 【Say it, say it!】 【I'm so impatient!】 Suddenly, Hoo Tran reached out and touched my forehead: "Are you feeling unwell?" “No…” I put down the bowl and took a deep breath: “Hoo Tran, I have news to tell you.” He immediately tensed: "What's going on?" I pulled his hand and gently placed it on my stomach: "I'm about to become a father." Hoo Tran was stunned, his eyes widened, his hand quickly retracted as if burned, then cautiously pressed it against my stomach again: "Really?" "I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday and it was confirmed that I'm two months pregnant." I pursed my lips smiling lips. He suddenly stood up, the chair under his butt fell with a "bang" sound. I thought he would say something touching, but who would have thought that this always strong, determined man... would spin around in the middle of the field like a disoriented fly. Comments filled the screen: 【Hahaha you're so stupid!】 【Hoo Tran: What should I do now? Online emergency!】 Hoo Tran frowned again: "You can't do heavy work now, the filming has to stop for a while." “It's okay, the doctor said I'm very healthy.” “Farming work is also not allowed to be touched.” “I know.” “And more…” I quickly covered his mouth with my hand: “Comrade Hoac Tran, if you keep talking about it, the baby will be born right now.” He pulled my hand down and seriously asked: "Do you want a boy or a girl?" “Boy or girl, it doesn't matter.” I leaned on his shoulder and gently said: "Just be our child." He nodded slightly, wrapping his arms around me tightly. The gentle sunlight covered us, warm to the heart. This is happiness — Simple, sincere, and warm.