Chapter 63 sixty two

Reagan's confusion (2) "They hurt the wolf, and they felt sorry for themselves, so they cried. These brats!" Jin Xia said to Reagan. But Reagan felt that there was something wrong in this crying, and he couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.This kind of crying is not a child's crying at all, but like a scheming hint, like trying to convey something unspeakable to someone.To whom?Reagan couldn't understand the message they conveyed, and was a little upset.Look at Jin Xia, with a contented look, she is arranging six small glasses on the table into a plum blossom, her slender, smoky fingers revealing her gloomy heart.

"Your house is always, always so lively?" Reagan couldn't think of an appropriate description. "Yeah. I'm sorry." But he still didn't look sorry, and his hypocrisy made Reagan angry.But is he hypocritical?Or maybe he wasn't pretending at all?His wife is taking in the quilts that have been hanging out again, saying that she is afraid of rain. She is doing these things mechanically, one after another, and she looks very calm. The weird crying of the two children is completely unstoppable. She is upset. "In the beginning, I didn't expect to build my home here. But when I saw this mountain, this banyan tree, and this house, I didn't want to leave. My nature is hard to change. There is one thing I want to ask you, Mr. Reagan, Can you tell me how big the farm is? I'm completely confused by this question these days."

"I'm the same as you, Jin Xia. Sometimes, I feel that our land is boundless, and sometimes, I feel that I don't even have a foothold. Should we continue to buy land?" As soon as the wind stopped, he and Jin Xia walked out the door and stood under the banyan tree.Looking down from the hillside, the view is wide and the farm is sunny. Why does Jin Xia's wife say it's raining?His eyes swept across the rubber forest and reached the lake.The land oppresses him, and he has the urge to flee, perhaps as Ada did.Maybe Jin Xia lives here to distance himself from his farm?But why did he work so hard to help him expand the land?Reagan clearly remembered the greedy look in his eyes when he was talking about business. He couldn't determine the nature of the pleasure he felt. Judging from the poor life he led, he should be indifferent to money. .Turning around and looking at this house again, this huge termite nest, an ominous premonition rose in Reagan's heart.Could it be that he met the evil star in his life?Did this silent, unidentified man, his strange family, live in this wooden house built by a hunter many years ago, with their silent gestures of life to influence themselves?Or is it to deny his existence?What is the meaning of a woman's arrogance from the bottom of her heart?

Two boys stood at the gate watching him, shaking their little fists at him.Reagan thought that if he went back into the house, maybe they would jump on him and beat him.He moved his eyes to the direction of his home, but strangely, he couldn't see the house anymore, the place was bare, only two electric poles stood there.After a while, he saw his yellow dog come running into view from somewhere. "You can't see your home from here," Jin Xia said. Reagan hated the way he spoke.He felt that this man had everything in his hands and was using Reagan's own influence to eliminate him step by step.His house, and everything in it, must have been wiped out by this man, because from this hillside looking out to the farm, there was neither people nor houses in sight.

He was very depressed, so he bid farewell to Jin Xia and went down the mountain.He walked a long way, looked back, and saw Jin Xia standing under the banyan tree smoking his cigarette.Maybe he's spying on himself?It is likely that in his vision of nothingness, his Reagan figure has also been erased.At the thought of being "erased" by others, Reagan felt a wave of panic in his heart.What kind of person is this person?Just yesterday, he was still persuading himself to seize the opportunity and continue to expand the farm's land. "As much land as it can take up," he said almost brazenly.In fact, he has negotiated another big deal to expand their rubber plantation north to the sea.However, when looking at Jin Xia, Reagan couldn't feel at ease.His slender figure, his special tone of voice, the gray cloth on his body, everything is too erratic.Several times he wanted to ask him about his nationality, but he backed off halfway through the conversation because he felt it was too inappropriate.How dare you inquire about the origin of someone like Jin Xia?

"Mr. Reagan, hello!" It was the girl whose sister was drowned in the bay.He wanted to avoid her after a few perfunctory words, but he found that the little girl looked at him with eager eyes, as if she wanted something from him.She was also a farm hand, in those heavy overalls, the modified overalls that Vincent made.Now there are almost no buttons on this kind of clothes, so it is very easy to put on and take off.Reagan remembers her crying until her eyes bleed on the day of her sister's burial. "No difficulty, boy?" he asked kindly. "My sister is an old swimmer," she said, looking him in the eyes.

"Huh?" Reagan felt dizzy for a while. "Everything goes to extremes on the farm, and so did she. Our parents were rich, separated, and lived in a cottage in the North. Your farm is beautiful, Mr. Reagan. It's beautiful, and my sister said so." Listening to her speak as if her sister was still alive.