Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 453: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (23)

Song Guanwen, who was almost suffocated by the scorching sun, was now tortured by the burning pain on his skin and could hardly stand.

Sweat rolled down his skin, leaving a winding mark on his sunburned neck and slowly seeping into his collar. It was itchy and painful, as if countless ants were crawling under his skin.

He stumbled into the gate of the educated youth center. In the shadow cast by the brim of his straw hat that was pulled down very low, Song Guanwen could only see his pair of worn-out Liberation shoes stepping on the ground, raising fine dust.

The heat wave wrapped in the smell of dust hit him in the face, and in a trance he was dragged back to the threshing ground during the autumn harvest last year - the same maddening heat, the same pervasive wheat awns, which pricked his whole body and made him itchy and unbearable.

The old locust tree in the corner of the yard stood silently, and the large shadow it cast became a life-saving spring at this moment. Song Guanwen, holding the bamboo basket in his hand, staggered towards the shadow. The back of his sweat-soaked shirt stuck to his back, rising and falling with his rapid breathing.

The quilts drying on the bamboo poles exuded the scent of sunshine, burning his fingertips. The occasional chirping of cicadas among the branches and leaves seemed to be amplified countless times. He eagerly reached out to push away the quilt that was blocking his way and wanted to rush to the well behind him, but the next second.

"Snapped!"

Before Song Guanwen could react, a black shadow wrapped in cool and moist air pounced towards his face.

A few drops of cold water splashed onto his body, penetrating the thin cloth to his skin, causing Song Guanwen to shiver subconsciously. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief at this rare coolness, a heavy, wet cloth was slapped on his head.

The straw hat on his head was blown away by the sudden force, like a withered yellow leaf, spinning in the air and landing on the bluestone slabs wet by the well water.

Song Guanwen's vision suddenly brightened and then suddenly darkened. He felt a cold wetness suddenly falling on his face. His body swayed and he stumbled.

"Cousin? Cousin!"

The moment she saw the figure of the person coming, Lin Xi was suddenly startled and subconsciously wanted to take back the quilt she had just thrown out.

However, the damage was done and it was too late to undo. In her panic, not only did she fail to retrieve the quilt cover, but she also stumbled forward a few steps uncontrollably due to the inertia created by throwing the quilt cover forward.

Lin Xi's heart suddenly tightened. In panic, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed the bamboo pole in front of her, trying to steady her body. However, in her panic, her feet stepped on the slippery moss on the bluestone slab. In an instant, she completely lost her balance and fell straight forward.

Lin Xi's heart suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously reached out and grabbed the bamboo pole in front of her, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt her feet slip.

The soles of her shoes, wet by the well water, stepped on the slippery moss beside the well platform. She suddenly lost her balance and fell forward like rice cut down by a sickle during the autumn harvest.

Song Guanwen had already taken two steps back and barely managed to steady his body. He subconsciously looked up to see what had "attacked" him, but the next moment, a familiar figure screamed and pounced towards him.

Song Guanwen was unable to dodge and was rushed into someone's arms. He reached out to hug the person in his arms, closed his eyes resignedly, and fell backwards.

Crackling!

The crisp sound of a bamboo pole falling to the ground, accompanied by the dull thud of a heavy object falling, suddenly rang out under the shade of the locust tree, startling the cicadas among the branches and leaves so that they stopped chirping for a moment.

"Tsk! Who is this? It's the middle of the day. Can't I sleep?"

I don't know which room it came from, but I could hear a vague grumbling and complaining, but it soon returned to silence.

"Ok!"

Although he adjusted his posture to avoid a direct collision of the back of his head with the ground, Song Guanwen still couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan from his throat the moment his back hit the mud.

"Cousin! Are you okay?"

Lin Xi was prepared to throw herself to the ground and get smashed, but she didn't expect Song Guanwen to be her human cushion. She was stunned for a moment, and then her heart tightened. She hurriedly raised her head from Song Guanwen's arms and asked in a nervous tone.

Song Guanwen was closing his eyes and gritting his teeth to fight the dull pain in his back and shoulders, so he didn't immediately devote the energy to responding to Lin Xi's question.

But his eyes were closed, his face was red, his lips were a little chapped due to lack of water, and he didn't say a word. In Lin Xi's eyes, it looked like he had fainted from the pain and couldn't speak at all.

"Cousin...brother, cousin! Where are you hurt? Wuwuwu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't scare me."

Lin Xi threw away the quilt and bamboo pole that were pressing on her, and tremblingly supported herself on Song Guanwen's chest and tried to stand up. Her panicked tone was filled with obvious tears.

"Woo woo woo, don't scare me."

"Wow, wow, wow, it's all my fault, wake up."

"Wuwuwuwuwu, wait a minute, I'm going to call someone to rescue you, don't sleep anymore."

"Woooooooooooooo..."

Lin Xi's crying became more and more rapid and flustered. Song Guanwen, who had originally closed his eyes, felt a little dizzy because of her crying. He couldn't help but sigh heavily, opened his eyes helplessly, and wanted to tell her to stop crying.

"I'm fine, don't..."

After seeing the scene above his head clearly, the second half of Song Guanwen's originally somewhat annoyed sentence was suddenly stuck in his throat.

Lin Xi's face was flushed red, her eyes were swollen, her eyelashes were soaked with tears and stuck together in clumps, tears rolled down like beads with broken strings, and she was shaking all over from crying.

Her usually neatly tied pigtails had come loose at some point, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her wet cheeks, trembling with her sobs. Her originally loose blue cloth jacket was soaked by the water and stuck to her body, making her look even more frail and delicate, like a skinny child who had not grown up.

Seeing Lin Xi's eyes, which had always timidly shrank and dared not look at him, now filled with his reflection and looking terrified, Song Guanwen, who was originally a little irritated by this unexpected disaster, immediately lost his temper.

"Cousin!" Hearing the sudden voice, Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reacted. Her eyes suddenly burst into a frighteningly bright look of surprise, and she hurriedly moved her face closer to Song Guanwen.

"Woo woo woo woo, you finally woke up, you scared me to death."

"Ooooooooooo, does your back hurt? Can you move? Let me help you up."

Tears as big as beans fell down, with a touch of fear and joy, drops of them slid down Lin Xi's cheeks and hit Song Guanwen's chin without warning.

The momentary warmth was quickly replaced by coldness. Song Guanwen was stunned and subconsciously pursed his lips. At this moment, a tear fell on the corner of his lips, and because of his subtle movement, it naturally slid into his lips.

As if possessed by a ghost, he stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

The salty and bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue. Song Guanwen's eyelashes trembled, and his heart softened for some reason. He pursed his lips and lowered his voice.

"I'm fine, don't cry."