When Ye Qingshui heard his frivolous words, her brows knitted tightly together, and gradually tended to stand up.

Xie Tingyu snorted softly. He didn't speak for a long time. After a moment of silence, he asked unwillingly, "Hey."

"Shui Ya, did you hear the song I sang for you today?"

He looked deeply into her eyes, gazing at her.

As he spoke, his back straightened unconsciously, and he tried his best to suppress the alcohol that kept rising on his face. His dark eyes like black jade were filled with a crescent moon, and also reflected her slender and gentle shadow.

Ye Qingshui had never seen such a gentle look before.

Ye Qingshui's heart was a little restless. In this ambiguous atmosphere, bearing his burning gaze, she subconsciously glanced away.

Ye Qingshui didn't know what kind of mentality he should use to answer this question.

She thought for a while and asked him, "Do you... like me?"

A blush appeared on Xie Tingyu's handsome face and he coughed lightly.

Such words of love and affection are always so difficult to bring up. When the words come to one's lips, one cannot utter them.

He looked at the confusion on Ye Qingshui's face and couldn't help wondering whether this girl was doing it on purpose or was she really too slow.

Xie Tingyu said quickly: "Yalubly."

His voice is like the hum of a mosquito.

Ye Qingshui said: "Speak louder, I can't hear you?"

Xie Tingyu's face darkened, and he said in a tough voice: "If I don't like you, how can I be a hooligan like this to you?"

At the right time, there was another noise coming from next door.

After the noise, both of them fell silent.

Ye Qingshui thought: Fortunately, the new house is about to be built. The new house is big and spacious, and the sound insulation is good. I can do whatever I want with it.

Xie Tingyu's handsome face turned red and then dark, and then dark and then red again. He couldn't help but coughed violently.

Ye Qingshui quickly pulled Xie Tingyu, covered his mouth, and glared at him: "What are you arguing about? Go drink your porridge."

My uncle must be traumatized by the fact that he disturbed others like this on their wedding night.

When Xie Tingyu walked out of the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had not messed around some time ago, otherwise -

That's so embarrassing.

He grabbed Ye Qingshui's scattered hair and said, "You come too. I...I want to drink some other porridge."

Ye Qingshui had no choice but to stay in the house any longer, so she followed Xie Tingyu to the woodshed.

The pot was filled with Laba porridge that Ye Qingshui had specially left for him.

She filled the bowl with porridge and put it aside. She also washed two handfuls of rice and scooped a spoonful of thick broth from the trotter bones and put it into the pot to cook the porridge.

Xie Tingyu was about to stop her, but the words stopped at his lips and he said nothing.

In fact, what he said, "I want to drink other porridge", was just an excuse to lure her out and make her accompany him.

Xie Tingyu moved a small stool and sat aside, watching her cook porridge.

The gurgling sound of water boiling in the pot and the whirring sound of firewood burning the bottom of the pot were particularly obvious in this quiet night. Xie Tingyu felt that his heart was filled with such ordinary warmth that he had not experienced for a long time.

Ye Qingshui finished cooking the porridge and paused. She clasped her hands together, rubbed them together, and was about to put them to her mouth to blow on them.

Xie Tingyu's big hands came down and held her hands tightly.

His palms were warm and dry, with thin calluses on the palms.

At this time, Xie Tingyu no longer wanted to think about the one-year agreement. The wonderful feeling surging in his heart made him unable to help but get closer to Ye Qingshui.

He hugged Ye Qingshui, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head to her forehead, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Hasn't Shui'er always wanted to hear me sing?"

“How did I sing today?”

Seeing that she didn't say anything, he tentatively and cautiously moved closer and held her lips and touched them.

It was just a slight touch, but at this moment my heart seemed to be trembling.

He really admired Ye Qingshui's ignorant and innocent look.

"I'll sing it to you again, do you want to hear it?"

Ye Qingshui still didn't speak. She pursed her lips tightly, and a small flame in the stove was gently reflected in her eyes.

Xie Tingyu didn’t get a response…his handsome face froze slightly, but he still sang.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyelashes cast a shadow on both sides of his nose. His magnetic voice seemed to be telling a story:

“At night the garden was quiet, and the leaves no longer rustled;

What a beautiful night, what a fascinating and quiet night. "

…

On the first day of their wedding, Uncle Ye and Du Xiaohe got up very late.

But Uncle Ye is a thick-skinned and slow-witted person. He greets everyone he meets, with a beaming smile on his face, as if he wants the word "happiness" to be written all over his face.

Du Xiaohe pulled him awkwardly.

Uncle Ye not only did not realize his mistake, but quietly asked his nephew-in-law: "What tune did you sing last night when you stayed up? It sounded pretty good."

Du Xiaohe blushed completely.

Ye Qingshui didn't say anything after hearing this, but just glared at Xie Tingyu fiercely.

Xie Tingyu said: "Just singing a foreign song at random."

After hearing this, Uncle Ye did not ask any further questions.

He changed direction and asked his nephew's husband: "When are you going back to the capital? Have you bought the tickets?"

Xie Tingyu nodded, "Everything has been arranged, uncle, don't worry."

A few days before the New Year, Xie Tingyu brought Ye Qingshui back to the capital.

This was Ye Qingshui’s “first time” to go to the capital. The ugly daughter-in-law always had to meet her parents-in-law. Ye’s mother was a little worried and almost wanted to go with her.

Ye Qingshui thought of Xie Tingyu's family and was unwilling to let A Niang go from the bottom of his heart.

If possible, she would like to stay and spend the New Year with her family, and she doesn't want to go to the cold capital. No matter where you live, it's better than your own doghouse.

But if I stay at home, I'm afraid I won't be able to have a peaceful New Year.

Since there was no way to refuse, Ye Qingshui had to accept it. She asked Xie Tingyu excitedly, "Are the stores in the capital still open during the New Year?"

“The shops will open after the Chinese New Year.”

Ye Qingshui was a little disappointed, but she thought the black market in the capital must be more interesting. She had waited for a long time here and couldn't find the bicycle ticket, so she would definitely be able to find it there.

In addition, Ye Qingshui also wanted to buy some nutritional supplements for grandma and some nice clothes for mother.

She wrote down a list of the things she planned to buy and put it in her luggage.

A few days later, Ye Qingshui, Xie Tingyu and several other educated youth arrived at the train station by car.

The train station was packed with educated youth from all over the country, and during the Spring Festival travel rush, the station was packed. It is hard to imagine what it would be like once you get on the train.

Ye Qingshui was already used to the convenient transportation of later generations, and faced with the Spring Festival travel rush of the 1970s, she was very troubled. Xie Tingyu took all the luggage from her and said gently, "Shui'er, let's get on the bus."

"Why is Xie Zhiqing so fast? Why doesn't he take the same train with us?" a male educated youth couldn't help but ask.

The train they booked together was in the afternoon, so they had to wait a few more hours. But they had to exchange their tickets at the window before boarding the train. In order to avoid missing the train, they had to come to the station early. If they missed this train, they might not be able to go home for the New Year this year.

There was such an honest man among so many educated youth, and no one had the heart to ridicule him.

"They are riding a special train, which is different from us."