Chapter 37 Your man is so boring

Of course, Tian Siyu couldn't accept being mocked like this. She turned around with her neck stiff and said, "What's it got to do with you?"

Jin Yu jumped down from the mound, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, with a bit of ruffian look between his eyebrows.

He leaned in to look at her. Her little face was so tender. College students were indeed different.

"I'm just curious, why are you trying to get close to someone who's not interested? You're not bad looking, but you have to hang yourself on a tree?"

Tian Siyu looked at Jin Yu. Although she didn't know him, Old Man Tian had said before that there were a few thugs in the village, and this should be one of them.

He really has a face that women like.

Most people on the island have dark faces due to wind and sun.

But Jin Yu is different. He doesn't work and has fair skin, like those pretty boys in the movies.

Tian Siyu snorted arrogantly, "You think you can seduce me just because you're pretty? What are you daydreaming about? Even if I can't catch up with Xiao Jinchuan, I don't want you!"

Hearing this, Jin Yu didn't get angry. He chuckled and slowly approached: "Why, Deputy Captain Xiao doesn't look good to you, so you won't look good to me?"

Tian Siyu's fingertips suddenly pinched into her palm, but she didn't show it on her face. She just said coldly: "Is it your business?"

"Actually...I kind of hate them too."

Tian Siyu looked at him in surprise: "Don't the villagers all respect them and say they are the great benefactors of the island? You are different from others."

"Song Yunqing..."

Jin Yu's tongue frivolously rolled over the name: "How can a capitalist's daughter live so well?"

This sentence really touched Tian Siyu's heart. Xiao Jinchuan was such an outstanding person and should be worthy of a highly educated college student like her. How could he marry a capitalist lady?

It's just a waste of time to criticize.

Jin Yu saw Tian Siyu's inner excitement and continued to coax her: "Have you ever thought that if Deputy Captain Xiao loses his wife, will he...look at others more often?"

Tian Siyu's heart began to beat wildly. Whenever she thought about the chance to be with Xiao Jinchuan, her blood boiled with impulse.

But fortunately, there is still a trace of rationality.

"Why should I believe you?"

Jin Yu spread his hands: "I just said it casually. Seeing you trapped in love, I feel bad too. Think about it carefully."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Tian Siyu stopped him: "Wait."

She knew that Jin Yu was not a good person, and she also knew that he must have other purposes for approaching her.

Maybe it was for Song Yunqing, or maybe it was for some other purpose.

But at this moment, she didn't care at all.

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "What do you want to do?"

Jin Yu laughed even more wantonly: "That depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."

Tian Siyu snorted lightly, which was considered as her agreement.

Jin Yu took two steps forward and brushed the fallen leaves off her shoulders, his fingertips brushing her neck lightly.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

......

"Xiao Jinchuan, come over and take a look at what I made."

Song Yunqing waved at him from afar.

Chen Zhicheng smiled and said, "Deputy Commander, I'll be leaving first!"

Xiao Jinchuan nodded, turned around and walked towards Song Yunqing.

"Why are you waiting for me outside today?"

This road is his way to and from get off work. Song Yunqing is a person who doesn't like to go out. He spends most of his time lying at home or reading.

It's just a bit strange. I didn't see her carrying much luggage when she came, but she had everything she needed.

Xiao Jinchuan felt a little guilty, thinking he should have cared more about her at the beginning.

"I suddenly thought of something fun, come and see!"

Song Yunqing pointed to a stand he had made and introduced it with satisfaction: "Hey, this is called the Coconut Weather Forecaster."

Xiao Jinchuan looked in the direction of her finger.

A stick was tied horizontally to a pillar, a dry coconut shell was hung on the left side of the pillar, and a wooden board was hung on the right side.

It says: Weather conditions, dry coconut - sunny, wet coconut - rain, swaying coconut - windy.

"How is it? Isn't it interesting?"

Xiao Jinchuan laughed, how could she be so cute.

"nice."

Although it's of no use.

"I knew it. When I was at home, I saw this thing hanging somewhere and thought I had to go and see it. Now I don't have to look at theirs anymore, I have it too."

She deliberately chose a place closer to her home.

“What if the coconuts are gone?”

Song Yunqing tilted his head: "That's a super strong wind!"

Xiao Jinchuan was amused and said, "You play first. I have to go out for a while and will be back soon."

Song Yunqing waved his hand nonchalantly, still adjusting the direction of the coconut.

"Wow, Aunt Song, what is this? It's so beautiful."

Chen Ping'an and Chen Pingle staggered over, staring at Coconut with a pair of big eyes like black grapes.

“I made this for fun.”

Chen Pingle said in a baby voice: "Auntie Song, do you still like to play now that you are this old?"

Chen Pingan: "Sister, Aunt Song's way of playing is different from your love of playing in the mud."

"Our Lele still likes playing in the mud?"

Chen Pingle nodded heavily, his cheeks trembling: "I like it."

It's so cute.

Song Yunqing took out a handful of candies of all flavors from his pocket and stuffed them all into Chen Pingle's pocket.

Then he took out another handful and stuffed it into Chen Ping'an's pocket.

The two children didn't dare to move. After a long time, they ran home, covering their pockets.

"Mom, Mom, come and see!"

Song Yunqing's heart melted as he watched the two little ones running tremblingly. He turned back to look at his masterpiece, clapped his hands and prepared to go home.

She washed her hands in the basin and was about to go into the house to heat up some food when suddenly the gate was gently pushed open.

"Miss!"

The familiar voice made Song Yunqing pause. She looked back and saw Jiang Lei standing at the door. The faded copper coin was still hanging around his neck, and he was holding a bamboo food box in his hand. His smile was lazy and bright.

"Little Stone?"

Song Yunqing stood up in surprise and patted the water droplets on his hands.

"Why are you here? It seems like today isn't the day for supply delivery yet."

It had only been half a month since she met Jiang Lei.

Jiang Lei shook the food box in his hand and strode over: "I was passing by the town and saw someone selling osmanthus cake. I remembered that your favorite food when you were a child was osmanthus cake, so I bought it for you."

He opened the lid, and the sweet scent of osmanthus filled the air instantly.

Song Yunqing's eyes lit up. He had never eaten osmanthus cake since he came to the island.

"You really are my best friend. You understand me."

Jiang Lei always had a smile on his face as he observed the environment in the yard calmly.

There was a main room, which was not very grand, but was very clean. There was stacked firewood in the yard, and next to it was what looked like a grocery room.

There is a patch of flowers planted at the corner of the courtyard wall. It is not the flowering season now, so only some branches are left.

The yard is tidy, and you can tell that the owner is a person who loves life.

"How is it? Are you used to living here? Miss Song is living in a house like this now. Will she cry quietly at night?"

Song Yunqing glanced at him sideways: "You say that as if I had a good life before. I also lived this kind of life in the Song family."

"No, it's worse than this. At least now I have enough to eat and wear warm clothes. I can do whatever I want and sleep in whenever I want. It's much better than before."

Jiang Lei raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't you marry a soldier? Why, he doesn't care about you?"

"Care about me? Of course not. He respects me very much."

"Song Yunqing..."

A cold voice came from behind. Song Yunqing turned around and saw Xiao Jinchuan standing at the door with a gloomy look on his face and a freshly opened document in his hand.

His eyes lightly swept over the food box in Jiang Lei's hand, and then fell on the slightly raised corners of Song Yunqing's lips, and his eyes deepened a little.

His shirt collar was unbuttoned, he had no posture, and he gave off an air of unreliability.

frivolous.

Jiang Lei was also observing Xiao Jinchuan silently.

His military uniform was straight and his expression was resolute, like the kind of man who would even measure the length of his strides.

Boring.

"Little Stone, this is my husband, Xiao Jinchuan."

"Xiao Jinchuan, this is my best playmate when I was little. Jiang Lei is the captain of the ship that delivers supplies to several nearby islands."

Jiang Lei smiled: "Deputy Captain Xiao."

He shook the food box: "Would you like a piece? Yunqing loved eating this when he was a child."

Xiao Jinchuan didn't say anything, he just walked over and stood beside Song Yunqing, his arm faintly touching her shoulder, like a silent oath.

"Need not."

He said calmly, "She has a bad stomach lately and can't eat anything too sweet."

Song Yunqing blinked: "My stomach is not feeling well? When?"

"I ate seaweed salad last night and my stomach felt uncomfortable in the middle of the night."

Song Yunqing didn't expect that he would remember a casual complaint.

She lowered her eyes and saw the hawthorn pills in Xiao Jinchuan's hand. She was moved: "So you left just now to buy hawthorn pills?"

Xiao Jinchuan agreed.

"This isn't sweet. It looks like Deputy Captain Xiao has never tasted it before."

Xiao Jinchuan didn't feel embarrassed at all, and there was no expression on his face.

Jiang Lei looked at Song Yunqing again: "He's so rigid, wouldn't it be boring for you to be with him?"

Xiao Jinchuan's pupils shrank. This was a naked provocation.

Unfortunately, Song Yunqing, who was so thick-skinned, didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Jinchuan, and thought about their time together.

"No, he's actually quite cute and interesting sometimes, but he doesn't talk much to strangers."

These words were like honey, sweet enough to reach Xiao Jinchuan's heart.

Even his tense expression showed signs of joy.

Jiang Lei's smile remained unchanged: "I thought you would marry someone cheerful and lively. After all, when we were little, you told me that you liked my type the most. You must never marry someone with an icy face in the future."

Song Yunqing thought about it again and again, and it seemed that she had indeed said such words when she was a child. After all, in her dark childhood, Jiang Lei was the only colorful light.

So when I think about the future, I will subconsciously refer to Jiang Lei.

Xiao Jinchuan's eyes dimmed instantly, and he stared at Song Yunqing's mouth nervously, hoping that he would say something that would reassure him.