The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 147 Strange Woman

Lin Tingting shifted her body, using the firewood to block the view, so she could see the scene inside the side kiln more clearly.

Is this what matters between men and women?

Lin Tingting's face burned, her heart raced, and she felt her blood boil with excitement.

Lin Tingting felt uncomfortable all over; she wasn't looking at her mother, but at Lin Dachun.

Lin Dachun, a villager, has a nickname: Big Black Donkey.

Lin Tingting, being inexperienced and naive, was driven mad by seeing this in real life.

For a long, long, long time.

Lin Dachun and Lin Jie stopped working, while Lin Hao, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) inside the cave, was not well soundproofed.

He could hear Lin Jie's voice clearly even from the kang (a heated brick bed).

He knew all of this perfectly well. He simply turned over. He couldn't stop it, nor could he change it. Who made his body like this? He might as well let his own people benefit from it rather than let outsiders benefit from it.

The next day.

Lin Dachun went to the mountain to work on the crops, while Li Ruoxue and He Xiulan sold tofu in town.

When the two returned, it was two o'clock in the hot afternoon.

"How about we make some hand-pulled noodles for lunch?" Li Ruoxue suggested.

"Great, I like this." Lin Dachun said while busy with his work.

Just then, light footsteps sounded outside the gate, followed by a crisp, hesitant call: "Is anyone home?"

The voice was so unfamiliar.

Lin Dachun paused in mid-air, stunned for a moment.

Li Ruoxue also poked her head out of the kitchen, her hands still covered in flour.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

A young woman, around seventeen or eighteen years old, stood at the door, wearing a light red polyester shirt and dark blue polyester trousers with perfectly ironed creases.

Her hair was cut into a trendy ear-length bob, neatly combed, and adorned with a red plastic hair clip.

He had a worn-out canvas bag slung over his shoulder and a net bag in his hand.

Her face was very white, the kind of fair complexion that only city girls have, the kind that comes from being exposed to the sun.

She had delicate features, a straight nose, and thin lips painted with a light lipstick.

But those eyes—Lin Dachun only glanced at them, and his heart clenched instantly.

Those eyes~~

Like that many years ago.

"It's me," the girl called out again, her voice trembling with tears, her eyes red-rimmed.

The hammer in Lin Dachun's hand clattered to the ground.

He slowly stood up, his movements stiff, like a rusty machine.

His eyes were fixed on the girl at the door, his lips trembling, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a single word: "You're Lei... Lei Lei?"

"Yes, it's me!" Lin Xilei's tears streamed down her face.

She threw her net bag and canvas bag on the ground, rushed into the yard, and threw herself straight into Lin Dachun's arms.

Lin Dachun stumbled slightly after being tackled by her, but managed to regain his balance.

He opened his arms and hugged the grown-up girl who had suddenly appeared in his life.

His arms were pulled tightly together, as if he wanted to make up for all the hugs he had missed over the years.

"Leilei...it really is Leilei..." Lin Dachun's voice choked with emotion, his gray hair trembling beside the woman's young, rosy cheeks. "How did you get here? You...you've grown so much?"

Lin Xilei buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mmm...I missed you...I've always wanted to come find you..."

The two of them embraced in the courtyard, a mixture of emotion and longing.

Li Ruoxue stood at the kitchen door, staring at this scene, completely stunned.

She never knew that Lin Dachun had another woman on the side?

Da Chun has never mentioned it since she married into the family.

The villagers never said that.

In this family, it seems there are only her father-in-law and her, and Lin Dachun, who once said that because of his excellent health, he had many affairs.

But now, suddenly such a big woman appears?

A light red shirt, straight trousers, the attire of a city dweller, and that delicate face with features similar to Da Chun's.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Li Ruoxue's heart.

It was surprise, curiosity, and a hint of... indescribable panic.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xilei finally lifted her head from Da Chun's embrace.

She wiped away her tears, turned around, and saw Li Ruoxue standing at the kitchen door.

"Who is she...?" Li Ruoxue asked Lin Dachun hesitantly.