The thin, melt-in-your-mouth chicken and egg white blend into an incredible flavor. The thick soup is rich and mellow, leaving a lingering fragrance on your teeth.

The soup was made from the bone broth that had been hung overnight, and it was very nutritious. A bowl of chicken slices in lotus sauce was not much, but it was enough for Xie Tingyu to savor it slowly. He squinted his eyes, and his curved pupils showed unstoppable happiness.

Lunch time every day is the time that Xie Tingyu looks forward to the most after recovering from his injury.

Seeing the chicken slices entering his mouth one by one, Shen Weimin's stomach growled louder. He had been running for a whole day and was very hungry. Not only was he very hungry, but he also had an irresistible desire from deep in his heart.

Xie Tingyu's thumb held the porcelain white soup spoon and scooped up a thin slice of chicken. The jade-colored chicken slice was covered with a thick paste, which looked very beautiful, delicious and delicate. The spoon was suspended in the air...

Shen Weimin took a dead look at him, veins popping out of his forehead, and turned around and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

Ye Qingshui couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Why don't you invite your friend to dinner?"

Xie Tingyu raised his eyelids calmly and said, "There is no food for him."

Ye Qingshui cherishes food very much and doesn't like to eat leftovers, so he eats by the number of people. The Ye family's food is particularly delicious. There are probably not many families in the village who can eat meat every now and then like the Ye family. Xie Tingyu often feels that it is not enough.

Every time I finish eating, I feel like I haven't had enough, especially when Liu Yiliang and his friends come to eat. Xie Tingyu still remembers the braised short ribs from two months ago.

Since that time, Ye Qingshui never did it again.

Xie Tingyu asked: "When can we make braised spareribs?"

Ye Qingshui took back his bowl which he had eaten completely, not even a drop of soup was left. His appetite was amazing. With an appetite like his, he could probably make his mother poor in the countryside. I don't know how he survived in the canteen for educated youths before.

Ye Qingshui glanced at him and said, "Don't eat too much soy sauce when you are recovering from an injury. It will leave scars that won't look good."

There was a particularly hideous wound on Xie Tingyu's back, very deep, and the other wounds were almost gone, but this one still remained. Such a beautiful back, with a wound, was like an incomplete painting.

Xie Tingyu was doing rehabilitation exercises in the room. Hearing this, he stopped, leaned against the wall, looked at her, and suddenly asked:

"It doesn't look good, do you care?"

Ye Qingshui pondered over this sentence and felt that he cared a little.

Maybe good-looking people all mind this. Ye Qingshui has tried his best to apply medicine and wash his skin. Other parts have almost healed, but this one still refuses to heal. There is nothing he can do to save it.

She quickly said, "How could that be?"

"A man is more attractive when he has scars."

After hearing this, Xie Tingyu's brows relaxed, and he raised his lips, with a slight curve at the corners of his thin lips, and said nonchalantly:

"Really? Then I'll have the braised spareribs."

Ye Qingshui's face wrinkled into a ball. She still felt that she couldn't do such a stupid thing while recuperating from her injuries. She left the room without saying a word, holding the empty bowl.

Xie Tingyu pressed his back against the wall, and the solid wall gave him a cool and comfortable feeling. The wound that had long since healed no longer felt anything.

Liar, obviously cares a lot.

…

Four days later.

The deputy leader of the first production team came to Ye's house and called for Ye Qingshui. Ye Qingshui was doing his homework well. Xie Tingyu said, "I'm going to go out and take a look. You keep doing your homework and don't move."

The deputy captain said a few words to Xie Tingyu and was sent away by Xie Tingyu. A smile appeared on his honest face, and his two big white teeth were white and bright.

"That's great news!"

"You have to urge Shuiya to prepare well."

Ye Qingshui raised his head and glanced out the window.

Xie Tingyu felt that the pair of bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, staring at him eagerly, and he couldn't help but say, "Why are you looking at me?"

"What does the deputy captain want from me?"

Xie Tingyu's expression was very calm. He narrowed his eyes and said intriguingly: "I'm here to discuss with you about raising two more pigs."

Ye Qingshui was a little angry after hearing this, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong. It was a good thing to raise two more pigs. Pigs were like a treasury. If you raise more, you can get more pork at the end of the year. But it might not be a good thing for her, after all, she had less time to speculate.

After listening to this, she retracted her head and buried her head in her homework.

Xie Tingyu couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "What a fool."

He walked back to the room slowly, pulled a small stool and sat next to Ye Qingshui. She was wearing cool shorts and short-sleeved shirts, which were very slim-fitting. Her narrow waist was straight, and her exposed arms and thighs were dazzlingly white. It was a kind of white that was pink from the water.

Xie Tingyu looked at it for a while, then looked away in embarrassment. He suddenly thought of something, so he said calmly: "Shui Ya, why do you study mathematics all day long... Your weakest subject is Chinese, you should study more."

He pulled out a rather tattered collection of poems from his bookcase, casually opened one of the pages, and threw it to Ye Qingshui to read.

"Can you take a look?"

Ye Qingshui had been writing for a long time, and her mind was a little tired. She took Xie Tingyu's worn-out book and held it in front of her to read. After reading for a while, Xie Tingyu asked her to read aloud.

It was early autumn at noon, and the sun was very hot, so hot that it made people sweat. But Ye Qingshui was calm and naturally cool, and her whole body was still cool and refreshing. She read from the book.

I recited a poem called "Reduced Character Mulan Flower" and another poem called "Lonely Anger", and started to swear an oath to the Northern Expedition, and continued to recite...

She read: "Sister, you are water——"

Xie Tingyu raised his eyebrows and listened carefully to her voice, which was soft and light like a bird's cry. Xie Tingyu liked listening to it very much, and maybe, she discovered this, so she always read with a serious face after that, but this time was different, her ordinary voice made Xie Tingyu hear a little softness and shyness.

He said calmly, "Read it, why don't you continue reading it?"

Ye Qingshui looked at Xie Tingyu's calm and serious face, his voice lazy and cold.

Ye Qingshui looked at his serious face and couldn't help biting her tongue. Her face turned red. What kind of frivolous poem was this? But she continued to read it. It would be too exaggerated to skip it deliberately. She slightly sped up her speech and continued:

"Sister, you are water, you are the water in the clear stream. You flow all day without worries, you smile sincerely, and you naturally lead me to forget the way home."

After reading the two short sentences, Ye Qingshui flipped back and found that the second half of the page was gone. She touched the yellowed paper in her hand. The book was quite old, so it was not surprising that there were missing pages. After Ye Qingshui finished reading, she naturally went on to read the next poem.

Xie Tingyu stared at Ye Qingshui, looking at her soft braid from the side. Her sparse but long eyelashes could not hide a pair of clear and embarrassed eyes. Her jade-like soft face began to turn slightly red from her neck. The face covered by the mask made people imagine what kind of expression she had under the mask.

Xie Tingyu thought absentmindedly.

He said, "Just keep reading."

He took out his diary from the deepest part of his bookcase. In the deep sunlight, he picked up a yellowed page with his thumb and played with it carelessly. The paper was yellowed due to age, and the words were a little blurry, as if it had been touched many times and the ink had fallen off. But you can still vaguely see:

"Sister, you are water, you are the water in the lotus pond. I will use the lotus leaves as a boat and the lotus stems as a pole. Sister, I want to go to the depths of the lotus."

Ye Qingshui read several pages of the book and breathed a sigh of relief. She asked, "I don't have to memorize these, right?"

Xie Tingyu said calmly: "Why not? Memorize them all and cure your bad memory."

Ye Qingshui's face wrinkled into a ball, but she still recited it. After all, she really couldn't remember words, as if she was missing a nerve, but she could remember formulas and numbers at a glance.

Xie Tingyu was sorting through his large boxes, picking out the books he didn't need and putting them on the cabinets. He said seriously:

"I've taken out all the books you might see. Don't touch my box carelessly in the future. Got it? It's my personal property now."

Ye Qingshui was not interested. She said, "I don't want to see it."

Xie Tingyu smiled and said, "Well, that's the way to behave."

"Is the dress ready? Can you show it to me?"

Ye Qingshui took out a set of student daily clothes that she had prepared long ago, including a knee-length black poplin skirt, a brand new white cotton shirt, and a gray tweed jacket for winter wear. It was simple and low-key, yet had the bright and fashionable feel of a young person.

Xie Tingyu praised: "It's really beautiful."

He took the clothes and went out.

So when Ye Qingshui was reciting her lessons, she could see Xie Tingyu washing clothes in the yard, and hanging them neatly on bamboo poles after washing.

The scorching sun at noon quickly dried the clothes.

Xie Tingyu took it back and found that the corners of the clothes were not as neat as before, and there were wrinkles. He frowned and asked Ye Qingshui: "Shuiya, do you know how to make it smooth?"

Ye Qingshui didn't even look at it, thinking: Even if I understand, I won't tell him.

Xie Tingyu's thick eyebrows, which looked like ink, became tangled. "What...what should I do? I need it tomorrow."

He stammered, then changed his words: "I'll mail it tomorrow."

Ye Qingshui taught him to put boiling water in an iron can and use the can to press the clothes repeatedly, and the fabric would become smooth.

Xie Tingyu frowned, boiled a pot of water and poured it into the enamel pot. When he touched the ear of the enamel pot, he was burned and almost spilled the water. He pushed it clumsily a few times and finally flattened the skirt. He breathed a sigh of relief and boiled another pot to prepare to iron the shirt.

Ye Qingshui really couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She suspected that if she let him do it himself, he would burn himself.

She took the enamel pot and resigned herself to ironing the shirt. She thought: Xie Tingyu is such a good brother.

Xie Tingyu asked casually: "You don't have anything to do tomorrow, right? Are you busy?"

Ye Qingshui said: "I'm not busy, but I need to go to the county town."

She heard that there was a new supply of rickshaws in the black market, so she wanted to go and have a look. Ye Qingshui didn't buy a ticket, so even if she saved enough money, she couldn't go to the store to buy one. She was waiting for the new supply until her neck was almost long.

Large industrial products such as bicycles and radios are in short supply on the black market. Although they are expensive, there are people who have money. In the city, if a bride is married with a dowry of three gongs and one gong, it will be a great honor, so bicycles are very popular on the black market.

Xie Tingyu thought for a moment and said, "Oh, that's good."

…

The next day, Ye Qingshui, holding the two hundred yuan in his pocket, rode his bicycle lightly and prepared to hit the road.

Xie Tingyu packed his clothes in a military backpack and sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

He took out his harmonica consciously and started singing, letting Ye Qingshui follow his instructions.

"Shuiya, what do you want to hear?"

Ye Qingshui recalled the little song he heard from him last time and said, "That one... is called Moscow."

"It's called 'Moscow Evenings', not Moscow. Moscow is a city."

Xie Tingyu corrected seriously.

Ye Qingshui said: "Well, I understand."

Xie Tingyu picked up the harmonica and played it softly. The low tune was light and cheerful, and the exotic and romantic style quietly spread. The slow beat was played very gently by him, and the music seemed to be able to speak, revealing deep affection.

On the mountain road to the county town, there is a section of the road that passes by sunflower fields. That is the specialty crop of Yaoshan Commune, commonly known as sunflower. The seeds are very fragrant when fried, but these sunflower seeds are used to press oil. The commune relies on growing sunflowers, and the year-end dividends are much better than those growing rice.

When Xie Tingyu saw this brilliant field of flowers, his vision became broad and bright. The rich and dazzling sea of flowers looked like a painting, and he squinted his eyes.

"Shui'er, the flowers are beautiful, stop."

Ye Qingshui didn't stop walking. She said, "This is not a flower for people to appreciate. This is food. It is used to press oil. Do you see the members guarding the flowers? If you pick one, forget about going to the county town today."

Xie Tingyu said: "I won't pick them, I'll just look at them."

Ye Qingshui stopped for a while to let him see enough.

She thought silently in her heart that it was rare for Xie Tingyu to be so childish.

Xie Tingyu only took a few glances and said, "We also have this kind of flower in our capital, but it's for people to appreciate."

After a while, he joked, "I can't pick the big sunflowers, but... I can pick the small ones."

"for you."

Ye Qingshui was almost frightened to death when he heard him picking flowers. He didn't see him picking flowers just now.

After a while of rustling, she felt her ears itchy. The man's warm breath approached slightly and sprayed on her ears, which was very itchy. Soon, a cool thing was put on her ears.

Ye Qingshui slammed the brakes on the ground, took off the flower behind his ear, and prepared to see darkness.

But she touched a very small chrysanthemum with a soft, fluffy stem. It was golden and cute. It was indeed a "small sunflower".

Xie Tingyu took out his harmonica again and started playing his cheerful and lively song, and he played it all the way to the county town.

…

When they arrived at the county town, Xie Tingyu asked her to take another route to the supply and marketing cooperative. The other route passed through many streets and had a lot of people, passing the county revolutionary committee, the county propaganda department, the educated youth office, the armed forces department, and other government departments, and finally reached the supply and marketing cooperative.

Ye Qingshui usually doesn't dare to take this road.

But she rode her bike slowly and leisurely, and saw many familiar faces along the way. The more she looked, the more strange it seemed to her. Some even waved at her.

The new deputy captain Ye Dazhi shouted in a loud voice, "Hey, Shuiya, we've been waiting for you."

He had a small red flower pinned to his chest, and for the first time in his life, his rough, weathered face was filled with a smile, he was overjoyed.

But soon he frowned, looking at Ye Qingshui's gray outfit, "Didn't I tell you to wear clean clothes? These are so tattered, isn't this a disgrace to socialism? Come on, Xiaojuan, you and Shuiya change."

"No need, I have a new set of clothes here." Xie Tingyu said calmly.

Ye Qingshui was confused as she looked at the faces in front of her that were staring at her. They were all the elders and villagers of Yejia Village, as well as some educated youth.

Xie Tingyu took her to a residential house. While he was taking out clothes, he said, "Monkey's house is here. Change your clothes first. Don't ask so many questions. You will know later."

"But...but, yes, these are clothes I sent to your sister."

Xie Tingyu shook his head and smiled, "Change it."

His tall body, facing the bright August sunlight outside the door, was so straight that people dared not look directly at him.

His palms were large and thick, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips. They were warm and dry, and he pushed her into the room forcefully.

The clothes Xie Tingyu gave her also included a pair of snow-white stockings and a pair of new shoes. The size of the shoes was just right and did not rub the feet. Ye Qingshui was confused and changed his clothes slowly.

"Is there something urgent?"

Xie Tingyu took her hand and walked into a large room, which looked like an auditorium. The moment she walked in, she heard the sound of "Singing the Motherland" played by the wind and drums. The scene was lively and the song was magnificent.

It makes people hold their breath unconsciously.

After entering the door, Ye Qingshui's eyes suddenly lit up. The bright incandescent light was like a pillar, shining on her face. In her clear eyes, faces were reflected one after another. Her mouth opened slightly, doubtful and puzzled. She didn't understand why she followed Xie Tingyu to such an occasion.

In the small auditorium, county leaders in Zhongshan suits sat upright in the front row. There were people from the Agricultural Science Institute, the Propaganda Department, the Revolutionary Committee, a few armed forces officers in military uniforms, and reporters that Ye Qingshui was familiar with... People from Yejia Village were standing in the back in a large crowd.

Xie Tingyu said calmly: "Shui Ya, go up."

"This belongs to you—"

He turned his face slightly, and his deep facial expression suddenly became soft.

"Well, a belated commendation meeting."

Zhou Ke clapped his palms, grinned through his leaky teeth, and stared at the stage with soft, bright eyes.

The author has something to say:

Pingshengjun: This scene suddenly became so grand

Brother Yu: It cost a lot of money.

Pingshengjun: “…”

This time, he spent a lot of money to pursue the girl.

My sister is wet and so sexy.