Chapter 428

The two of them were like set-free birds, strolling around West Street until late at night, then going to the cinema to watch a late-night movie, and then returning to the guesthouse exhausted.

Su Qingci had just finished washing up and was about to go to the farm to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

Su Qingci wrapped her wet hair, pulled open the bolt, and Song Jingzhou slipped in sideways.

Thinking about how she had just been lying on the other person's back, listening to his heartbeat while being carried back by him, Su Qingci's heart suddenly started pounding.

In the dead of night, a man and a woman are alone. Is there a chance for their relationship to take the next step?

Song Jingzhou looked at the wet hair hanging on Su Qingci's head, and naturally pulled the handkerchief from her hand to wipe her hair.

"Why are you washing your hair so late at night? How long will it take for it to dry? If you go to bed with wet hair, you might get a headache later."

Song Jingzhou wore a white tight vest on his upper body and a pair of knee-length military training pants on his lower body.

Under the orange light, his eyes were fixed intently on the top of Su Qingci's head.

As if he could feel Su Qingci looking up at him, his expression suddenly became unnatural, and his Adam's apple subconsciously slid up and down.

His body lines are well-proportioned, not the kind of burly figure. He has broad shoulders, a wide back, and tight abdominal muscles. He has muscles but they are not exaggerated, and he doesn't have those scary big lumps.

Su Qingci slowly wrapped her arms around his slender waist. Song Jingzhou's whole body tensed up. The arm that was wiping his hair paused for a moment, then quickly started wiping again, but compared to before, he was obviously a little flustered.

Gradually, Su Qingci's small hands began to wander around the other person's waist, and soon moved down along the loose elastic band on the other person's lower back.

When their palms covered the tight, round body, they were both stunned.

Su Qingci...what did I do?

Song Jingzhou narrowed his eyes dangerously and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Su Qingci, what are you doing?"

Su Qingci's mind hadn't come back to its senses yet, but her hands didn't restrain themselves at all. She pinched it twice. Hmm, the elasticity was quite good.

"Well, I, I just, just touch it."

Song Jingzhou felt like he was going crazy, his whole body was burning hot and about to explode.

Looking at the girl who was looking at him with misty eyes and an innocent face, Song Jingzhou's eyes darkened. He pressed her into his arms, lowered his head and bit her lips hard.

The temperature in the air rose rapidly, ambiguity spread throughout the room, and the sounds of thumping heartbeats mixed together.

Su Qingci's mind went blank.

Feeling the burning pain on her lips, she felt like she was almost dehydrated and unable to breathe. She subconsciously raised her hand to press against his chest, pushing him away.

Song Jingzhou held the person tightly in his arms, burying his entire face in the crook of Su Qingci's neck where her hair was loose.

Su Qingci was feeling extremely hot, and just when she wanted to pull herself away, she suddenly bumped into something incredible.

Her struggling body subconsciously froze.

Song Jingzhou's arms around her suddenly tightened, controlling the strength as he gently bit Su Qingci's shoulder. His voice sounded as if he was trying hard to restrain something, "Little Ancestor, please, don't move."

Su Qingci listened to his panting, rubbed against him mischievously, and twisted her body.

"Qingci!" Song Jingzhou restrained her body and prevented her from moving.

"Not yet."

"After I get back this time, I'll report my marriage to the organization, okay?"

It took Su Qingci a long while to react, "Are you proposing to me?"

"Yes, I'm proposing to you. Do you want to marry me?" Song Jingzhou asked cautiously, his body tense.

"No, don't answer. You should think about it carefully. You can answer me after you think it through."

Song Jingzhou tried hard to restrain his surging desire, took several deep breaths, and then let go of the person in his arms.

He didn't even dare to look Su Qingci in the eye. He awkwardly took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into her hand.

"Here you go. I'll go back first."

After saying that, he opened the door, bent his body and strode away.

"Ah, hey, hey, bring honor to our family~"

When Su Qingci chased to the door, she saw the other person running towards the bathroom at the end of the street.

He looked down at the thing in his hand. It was an orange notebook with the words "Increase production and save, and accumulate funds for socialist public welfare" written on the top.

In the lower left corner is a large ancient coin pattern, and the big words "Current Savings Passbook" on the right are extremely conspicuous.

Su Qingci curled the corner of her mouth and turned to the first page. It was filled with grids. The first number under the "Deposit" grid was 22 yuan. The date was six years ago, which should be when Song Jingzhou had just gone out to serve in the army.

After that, deposits were made at fixed times every month, and the amount gradually increased from 22 to 33.8 yuan. Then it stopped for a few months, and then all the money was withdrawn. Then irregular large deposits began, with small amounts of over one hundred and large amounts of three to five hundred or eight hundred. The last deposit was made two days after leaving Taohua Town, and the amount was more than three thousand six hundred.

Su Qingci's eyes were fixed on the total amount in the last line, which was more than 14,300.

This amount of money is not considered a lot of money in the eyes of the rich Su, but Song Jingzhou is definitely a millionaire in the 1970s.

The more than 10,000 yuan at that time should be comparable to the multi-millionaires of later generations, right?

I can buy several courtyard houses in Kyoto, and this is for myself?

Su Qingci had previously suspected that Song Jingzhou had connections with the black market in Taohua Town, and now it seems to be confirmed.

Regardless of the amount of money, the act of handing over the passbook did please her.

Su Qingci entered the farm in a flash and walked into the second bedroom. The bed was full of glittering jade jewelry, small yellow croakers and gold nuggets of various sizes, thrown casually on the floor and bed.

He opened the bedside table and carefully placed the passbook inside before going to the bathroom to blow dry his hair.

marry?

A sweet feeling welled up in Su Qingci's heart, and it seemed not bad.

The bathroom was very quiet late at night. When Song Jingzhou finished his handicrafts and came out, it was already past one in the morning.

He walked to Su Qingci's door and stood there for a while. The lights inside had gone out. Song Jingzhou lingered at the door for a long time before reluctantly walking towards his room.

The next morning, Song Jingzhou got up early, went out for a run, and came back with soup dumplings, fried dough sticks and hot soy milk in his hands.

I looked at the time and it was almost half past nine, so I knocked on the door of the next room.

Su Qingci, with a messy hair, opened the door sleepily.

Soft and cute, "Good morning, Guangzong Yaozu~"

Song Jingzhou's heart softened like water, and that silly and cute look really seemed like it needed to be rubbed.

He reached out and smoothed down the frizzy hair on her head, saying lovingly, "Did you get enough sleep?"

"How about taking a nap after dinner?"

Su Qingci sniffed the aroma in the air. "It smells so good! It's fried dough sticks and donuts, right? I'm not going to sleep anymore. Take your things to your room and wait for me. I'll wash up and change clothes and come over."