"Shui Ya'er - Shui Ya'er, wake up -"

Ye Qingshui tried hard to open her eyes, and she found herself sleeping in a simple mud house. Grandma Ye was calling her.

Ye Qingshui was surprised for a moment. She hadn't dreamed about her grandmother for a long time. This dream seemed to take her back to more than 40 years ago.

Grandma Ye, who was still in good health, frowned and said with a straight face, "If Xiao Xie treats you badly, tell me!"

"You are just too stubborn!"

The old man's rough nails poked Ye Qingshui's head, making Ye Qingshui cry out in pain.

The pain was too real, and the old lady's scolding pierced her eardrums. Tears welled up in Ye Qingshui's eyes. She suddenly jumped up, pinched her grandmother's rough and skinny hand, and called out:

"Grandma!"

She glanced at the tattered furnishings in the room. The broken tables and chairs were covered with thin red paper. These were the furnishings she had just gotten married for a short time...

She's back to the seventies!

In 1976, a group of new educated youth came to the first brigade of Hongqi Commune. Among them, Xie Zhiqing was the most eye-catching. He was full of cultural knowledge and polite to others, and easily captured Ye Qingshui's heart.

Later, Ye Qingshui did something crazy. She jumped into the river and tricked Xie Tingyu into saving her. But she didn't expect that this scene was seen by some people with ulterior motives, and then it became a hot topic.

In this era of strict sexual relations, a good young girl was hugged and embraced by a man, and her reputation was ruined. Even if Xie Tingyu was unwilling, he had to marry Ye Qingshui obediently.

So much so that Xie Tingyu later divorced her in order to return to the city, and Ye Qingshui, who felt guilty, agreed without hesitation, without any hesitation. However, after he returned to the city, there was no news from him.

Several years later, Ye Qingshui saw his busy figure on TV. At that time, he was already a high-ranking government official with many honorary titles. It was rumored among the people that he was swift and decisive, but narrow-minded, and that anyone who had offended him would end up in a miserable situation.

The secretary of the Hongqi County Party Committee who had spat on him and insulted him was thrown into prison with his entire family in the 1980s, and he died of food poisoning in prison that night.

In countless sleepless nights, Ye Qingshui felt a chill on her back whenever she thought of this. She used to think she loved his good qualities, but it seemed that she never understood him as a person.

Ye Qingshui raised his eyes and saw his grandmother's hunched back.

Grandma Ye had stood up straight all her life, but now she couldn't. She was very strong-willed, and finally failed because of her granddaughter's marriage. Now there were rumors everywhere, and Grandma Ye used her prestige in the brigade to forcibly stop those hurtful rumors.

Ye Qingshui had a rough idea of what people outside were saying: How could an intellectual from the capital be interested in a woman from a poor village? It was like a flower stuck in cow dung, which was shocking and regretful.

The sweetness of the married days in the previous life could not withstand the sneering eyes of the people around her. Ye Qingshui's waist has never been straightened since then. After the divorce, the guilt and inferiority were relieved, and she finally had her own sky.

Whenever Ye Qingshui thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh: The past is too hard to recall. The self-deprecating and cowardly Ye Qingshui had died in his previous life.

Forty years ago she was still stupid, forty years later she is no longer stupid.

She lifted the quilt and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, I don't want to live with Xie Tingyu anymore. I want a divorce..."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady punched her and said, "You wanted to get married, so you got married. Now you want to get divorced, so you get divorced. What do you think of Xiao Xie?"

Ye Qingshui was hit by a punch, and it hurt like hell, but he still stood firm in his belief.

She put on her shoes silently and got out of bed, only to find Xie Tingyu standing outside the house without saying a word.

The old lady's face showed neither anger nor embarrassment. She glared at Ye Qingshui and returned to her room on crutches.

Ye Qingshui glanced at Xie Tingyu, just a casual glance, and then he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Xie Tingyu was very handsome when he was young.

The man looked like he had just finished work. Although he was sweating, he looked very fresh. The dacron shirt stuck to his abdomen, clearly showing his eight abdominal muscles. His face was handsome and fair, his silent eyes were like precious black jade, and his thick eyebrows were like swords. He stood in this shabby house, and Ye Qingshui felt that the house seemed to be a little brighter.

With such good looks and such a kind character, if he lived in modern times, I guess there would be many girls who would be willing to jump into the river for him.

When Ye Qingshui saw Xie Tingyu forty years ago again, she seemed to reinterpret the stupid things she had done back then. Time went back, and the young girl's immature and clumsy feelings seemed to be reopened.

Ye Qingshui turned his eyes away, held his beating heart, and quickly slipped away.

Xie Tingyu frowned and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was quite afraid of this country woman's entanglement, just like the action of rushing up to him and pulling his pants off last night. Xie Tingyu had never seen such a bold woman in his twenty years of life. In the city, no matter how bold the girl was, she would only dare to stare at him a few more times.

…

When Ye Qingshui was picking vegetables in his private plot, he belatedly realized the cold look in Xie Tingyu's eyes.

She recalled something from the past. At that time, she had just gotten married and was extremely happy. She thought about being intimate with Xie Tingyu every night. However, Xie Tingyu looked down on her. After rejecting her several times, he succumbed to her for a year on a makeshift shabby bed.

The absurdity and ignorance of youth, at this moment, was like a public execution. When Ye Qingshui thought of this, her face became hot and she felt embarrassed. Even the movements of fetching well water to wash the vegetable leaves became heavier.

I'm old now and can't think about such passionate things anymore.

When Ye Qingshui was washing sweet potatoes, Aunt Wang from next door came over and said with a wink: "Shuiya, you are incredible. If you marry Xie Zhiqing, you will have endless blessings in the future..."

Aunt Wang's smile quickly disappeared in her smile lines. Now everyone in the team suspected that Xie Zhiqing was being relied on by Ye Qingshui. Otherwise, with Xie Zhiqing's style and manner, how could he be interested in Ye Qingshui, a humble peasant? Although this peasant was also a flower in the surrounding area.

But how could Xie Zhiqing not have seen a good girl? She heard from her middle school classmate Erwa that the women in the capital were fair, tall, and very impressive, and their ideas were very progressive. Even those who had seen the Chairman were considered to have seen the world. What was a little girl like Ye Qingshui?

Ye Qingshui could see through such an insincere smile at a glance.

Her eyes became calm, she pulled up the loose hair on her cheeks, and said to Aunt Wang: "I can't say whether you will enjoy happiness or not, but we don't have any delicious food or meat to treat you tonight. We will only eat sweet potatoes."

Aunt Wang certainly disdained eating sweet potatoes. She didn't believe that Xie Zhiqing, this great treasure, didn't bring back any meat. After all, eating sweet potato rice every day after just a few days of marriage was not something Xie Zhiqing could do.

But Ye Qingshui didn't invite her, and Aunt Wang didn't have the audacity to eat for free.

After washing the vegetables, Ye Qingshui went to the firewood room. She saw the evenly fat and lean pork belly in the bowl. She only thought of the generous comrade Xie Tingyu. The Ye family was so poor that they were almost leaking through the tiles. How could they afford to buy meat? When she was in love with Xie Tingyu in her heart, Xie Tingyu gave her a piece of meat, which almost made Ye Qingshui crazy with joy.

A piece of meat, that is something that can make people jealous and crazy. His piece of meat bought her life. In fact, many years later, when she looked back, Xie Tingyu was rich, and a little bit of his money slipped through his fingers and gave to others would make others jealous and crazy, but in fact, it was just his "kindness".

Ye Qingshui didn't hesitate to pick up the knife she sharpened every day and cut the meat into even slices.

Compared to Xie Tingyu who later became a successful politician, she had worked hard all her life but was only a cook and the proprietress of a restaurant. The comparison was extremely humiliating.

Now back to square one, Ye Qingshui felt that his skills were not worthless. In the cold shadow of the knife, Ye Qingshui's eyebrows gradually relaxed.

First, it can now make a good meal and fill the stomach.

Ye Qingshui was reluctant to waste such beautiful pork belly for cooking. No matter how delicious it was, it was not as good as stewing it. She stewed a pot of braised pork for an entire afternoon, until the pot of water gurgled into an agate-colored, sticky meat sauce.

Soon, Ye Ma's unexpected voice was heard outside: "Shui'er, what are you doing? It smells so good!"

The aroma was so delicious that it made people salivate. Meat was naturally fragrant. In this era when people did not know the taste of meat, being able to eat meat was a big deal. Moreover, it was made by Ye Qingshui.

Ye Qingshui said, "Xie Tingyu bought some pork belly. Let's eat meat tonight. Mother, please wash your hands."

After she finished cooking the pot of meat, she bowed to the meat as per custom to thank the pig for providing the food.

Mother Ye clapped her hands and muttered, "You're already married, why are you still calling me Xiao Xie in such a strange way?"

She looked at her beautiful daughter, who was tall and slender, with big eyes and thin eyebrows. When she smiled, her eyes were like the moon. She was a famous girl in the whole village. Ye Ma had never been to school, so she couldn't describe how pretty she was. It had been seventeen years, and she seemed to still remember the clear stream on the brigade when Qing Shui'er was born.

Ye Ma's husband was a soldier and died gloriously while on a mission, so the family loved Qing Shui'er very much.

Seventeen years later, the fragile baby has grown into a grown-up girl, and Ye's mother is very pleased. Although Ye Qingshui is not well educated, she is pretty and many young men have proposed to her in recent years. In Ye's mother's mind, she is not far behind Xie Zhiqing, who has a good family background and is well educated.

I'm afraid that only Grandma Ye knows the whole story in the Ye family. But... now there is also Ye Qingshui who has been reborn and is very self-aware.

Ye Qingshui handed Ye Ma a pair of chopsticks with a smile and said crisply, "Mother is right. I will ask him if he has a nickname at home later."

Mother Ye wanted to say a few more words, but a mouthful of meat blocked her mouth and captured her stomach.

The braised pork had been soaking up the boiling water for an entire afternoon. The fat was so soft that it oozed with oil, the lean meat was moist and chewy, and the steamed red pig skin was as tender as a baby's skin. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, the Ye family was not so poor that they could not afford a piece of meat, but this time, Ye's mother was desperate to eat more.

After finishing one piece, she looked back at the pot. Five taels of meat was not enough for a full meal. Her tiny Adam's apple rolled and she looked away.

She said, "It's delicious. I haven't eaten such delicious meat in many years. It reminds me of the time when your father was still alive. Shui'er, I'll go call your grandma and Xiao Xie to come for dinner."

She slipped out of the kitchen and took a deep breath when she was about to go out the door. For some reason she almost turned back to ask for another piece.

The author has something to say:

Pingshengjunfei is here!

Fei is here with a story that goes like this: "When you meet a man after three days, you should look at him with new eyes."

This time the hero is kind, great and righteous, but he is actually a little Tibetan mastiff

You can play music, sing, write, and paint; you can do math, physics, chemistry, and research medicine.

Horizontal banner: Young master of a bourgeois family

Backward, ignorant, poor, white, beautiful vs designed, tall, rich, handsome

A lighthearted and silly book, just make you laugh, don't bother with the facts~