Chapter 73 Chapter 16 “It’s nothing, this cloth was originally…

"It's nothing. This cloth isn't that expensive anyway."

"Boyuan, how much is this cloth? I'll give it to you."

"No need, we bought them to be used together anyway." Song Boyuan thought about the number of meters marked on it, and it should be enough to make two coats.

When the time comes, I will give one to Qingyu and one to the young man.

After hearing what he said, Xie Qingyu thought so. He decided to buy some cloth of other colors and make a quilt.

The autumn rain is continuous and the wind is cold.

Winter is approaching.

There was only a thin quilt on Song Boyuan's bed now. Judging from the way he was afraid of the cold, he definitely couldn't endure it like Song Boyuan.

Thinking about these days, lying in a bed, the temperature beside me was as hot as a stove at night.

Maybe it’s not impossible to share a bed with Song Boyuan!

"How much are these pieces of cloth? I want them too." He pointed to a few pieces of ordinary and common cloth.

The teller glanced at the customer who was talking and found that it was another customer who was arguing with him. He was afraid of wasting his time arguing again and getting nothing in return, so he didn't raise the price at all.

He quickly quoted a reasonable price, prayed that Xie Qingyu would buy it quickly, and left quickly.

Xie Qingyu glanced at Song Boyuan and saw him nod. Without wasting any time, Xie Qingyu paid the bill, took the things and left.

Xie Qingyu: "Let's go see if there's anything else we want to buy!"

Song Boyuan: "Okay."

“Are there any books for sale here?”

A sudden voice sounded beside Xie Qingyu.

Xie Qingyu felt that this voice was somewhat familiar, and looked in the direction of the voice.

It turns out to be an acquaintance.

It was Fu Chen and Song Jiale. They were both dressed politely, holding each other's arms, looking very harmonious.

I heard they had a big fight before, but they made up so quickly.

He truly deserves to be the protagonist.

Wait, what are they buying? Books, I think?

Did you know the news?

"Sorry, customer, we don't have any books for sale here?"

The teller's voice confirmed Xie Qingyu's guess.

"Still no? Do you know where I can buy the book?" Fu Chen's tone was a little anxious.

Song Jiale acted as if he hadn't heard what was said. While comforting Fu Chen, he was still racking his brains to find where he might have found the book: "It's okay, there are still some places we haven't looked. Let's go to these places and have a look again."

"You'd better do what you say." Fu Chen completely lost his patience and spoke harshly.

"We will definitely find it." Song Jiale didn't know whether he was saying this to Fu Chen or to himself.

If the information Fu Chen said is accurate, we must find it no matter whether we can find it or not.

He must go to university.

The two men came and left in a hurry, and there were many people in the state-owned supermarket. The two men did not notice Xie Qingyu, but instead let him know about their affairs.

"Besides taking Brother Erniu's ox cart, is there any other way for us to get to the town?" Xie Qingyu thought about it carefully. He seemed not to have seen these two people in the car just now!

How did it suddenly appear?

"Of course you can! This place is not too far from the town, you can walk here, but it will take a little longer. Some families have bought bicycles and can drive directly here. In our village, it seems that besides Erniu, there is another family that has an ox cart. However, the places where these two people carry people are not in the same place."

It’s about the distance between the east and west of the village!

After Song Boyuan's explanation, we understood that the two people must have come in another ox cart.

Xie Qingyu didn't believe that these two people could walk to the town.

As they walked and stopped, the basket Song Boyuan was carrying was also filled with things.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like to visit?"

Xie Qingyu thought of the black market he had been to before, but this time there was nothing he couldn't buy. "No need, the sun is about to set, let's go back quickly! It would be bad if we were late."

"good."

Song Boyuan was carrying the bag on his back and holding it in his hands. He wanted to grab Xie Qingyu's hand and walk together. The moment he raised his hand, the friction sound of the plastic bag attracted his attention.

Only then did I realize that he seemed to have no free hands.

Xie Qingyu had nothing in her hands. Seeing Song Boyuan like this, she remembered his excessiveness: "You must be tired from carrying so many things! Let me get some!"

"No, there's not much stuff, just broken pieces. I'm not tired."

"It's okay if I take one or two." As he said that, Xie Qingyu took the thing from Song Boyuan's hand.

The other hand took advantage of the situation and continued the action that Song Boyuan wanted to do just now.

The cool touch of jade penetrated into his palm, and Song Boyuan was speechless. He followed Xie Qingyu's lead and walked towards the agreed meeting place.

The ox cart swayed slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and returned before the sun completely set.

The parking lot in the village is a bit far from Song Boyuan's home.

We arrived at the same time, and because of the change of seasons, the return path was dotted with scattered stars.

It’s late at night.

I got up early today and went to a lot of places.

After Xie Qingyu finished eating and taking a shower, he was exhausted and climbed onto the newly made bed early.

I didn't expect to toss and turn and not be able to sleep.

Xie Qingyu pondered for a long time, then turned around and looked towards a place not far away that was illuminated by dim lights.

He knew, he discovered that being unable to sleep was like - someone was missing.

A person who hasn't been to bed for half a day, holding a small broken stool, and no one knows what he is doing by the lamp.

The last set of bed radio gymnastics is completed.

Xie Qingyu couldn't wait any longer. Looking out the window at the moon rising over the willow branches, she asked, "What is Boyuan doing? Isn't he sleeping yet?"

The withered figure with a faint yellow glow not far away finally moved.

Song Boyuan put down what he was holding and was about to turn around to explain to Xie Qingyu.

Unexpectedly, someone was already beside him. A puzzled voice even came from above his head: "Is that what you are doing? It's so late, and you haven't gone to bed yet?"

Song Boyuan glanced out the window and realized it was getting a little late. He replied guiltily, "I was just so focused that I forgot about time."

"You can actually make clothes?" After getting closer, the haziness faded away. Under the candlelight, Xie Qingyu saw what Song Boyuan was doing and exclaimed.

I originally thought Song Boyuan was mending clothes.

I didn’t expect to do it myself.

During this time in the evening, with Song Boyuan's hard work in threading the needle, the white cloth in his hand had already taken the rough shape of a garment.

All that's left is some stitching.

From the scattered cuts of fabric, it can be seen that this is made into a coat.

Not to mention, the fabric looked smooth and shiny during the day, but I didn’t expect it to glow under the candlelight at night.

If you walk under the sun wearing it, it will definitely shine and your whole body will be sparkling.

It is clearly dazzling.

"Just sew these pieces of fabric together and it should be done!"

Song Boyuan nodded gently: "Yes, the coat is almost finished and can be worn."

But what he was thinking in his heart was that it was enough for him to sew it well, for the person in front of him.

Maybe there's something missing.

Xie Qingyu found that Song Boyuan was staring at him again, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

The young man seemed uncomfortable with his gaze, and Song Boyuan inadvertently looked away.

"Qingyu seems to have grown taller. Let me measure you!"

Song Boyuan's words dispelled Xie Qingyu's strange feeling. He really thought he was looking at his figure.

"Okay! Thank you, Boyuan, for taking care of my winter clothes." Xie Qingyu smiled and leaned over to put her arm around Song Boyuan's shoulders.

Song Boyuan felt his shoulders sink, and when he realized what it was, his heart sank.

The tips of his ears were stained red.

"It's not hard, I'll do it myself."

"Boyuan is so amazing."

It was the first time Song Boyuan had been praised so directly. Although he was thin-skinned and modest, the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress showed the joy in his heart: "No, many people can do it."

"I can't do it, but you can. In my heart, that's awesome." These words came from Xie Qingyu's heart.

Song Boyuan was no longer modest, but the redness on the tips of his ears spread to his face.

Knowing that he was shy, Xie Qingyu stopped talking about it and remembered the purpose of getting up and walking here: "We can do this slowly. I bought clothes before, so I don't need any. It's better to go to bed early and not stay up late."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

I thought Song Boyuan would be stubborn, but unexpectedly he agreed obediently.

When Song Boyuan heard what Xie Qingyu said, he quickly put away the things on the table one by one.

Before Xie Qingyu could even see how to put his things away, Song Boyuan asked him to go to bed with him.

When I came to my senses, the two of them were already lying on the bed.

Xie Qingyu found that he still couldn't sleep. What happened? He had been lying in bed for so many days, why couldn't he sleep today?

You clearly couldn’t sleep alone before, so why can’t you sleep now that someone is lying next to you?

Even my heart was beating a little faster.

Could it be that his heart disease has recurred?

How could Song Boyuan not know that the person next to him was tossing and turning, but he was also feeling hot and uncomfortable, and his heart was pounding as if it would jump out at any second.

But this time...

It seems like it’s been too long since I’ve been around someone!

Realizing something, Song Boyuan quickly turned around, disregarding his inner reserve, and turned to care about Xie Qingyu's health: "Is your heart disease coming back?"

He touched Xie Qingyu's chest, and through her thin clothes, he could feel her strong beating heart. Through the touch of his palm, it became clear in Song Boyuan's mind.

"It seems to be beating a little fast. Does it feel uncomfortable? Do you feel chest tightness or shortness of breath?"

Before Xie Qingyu could answer Song Boyuan's question.

Song Boyuan had already disappeared.

"Come, take the medicine with this warm water." Song Boyuan came back quickly, with medicine in one hand and water in the other, and appeared in front of Xie Qingyu in such a lively manner.

"I didn't..." Before he could finish his sentence, the medicine was already at his lips.

"If you still feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine, be sure to tell me and I will take you to see a doctor."

As he spoke, he did not forget to put the medicine next to the young man's mouth.

Xie Qingyu knew that he was not sick, but there might be some other reason.

He needs some time to think about the reasons.

"The water temperature is fine. If you find the medicine too bitter, I also brought candied fruit. If you take the medicine and then have a bite of the candied fruit, it won't..."

...feeling bitter.

Song Boyuan stopped chattering.

Xie Qingyu discovered that the debate in the state-owned supermarket might have had early signs, which were reflected in the unintentional moments in daily life.

For example, now.

Song Boyuan didn't notice that he was being criticized. He only cared about the finger pressed against his lips.

The chill spread, and Song Boyuan was stunned, realizing that the two people's posture was too ambiguous.

Suddenly, the whole body turned red,

I don't know if it was excitement or nervousness, but I felt a slight tremor on the soft touch.