Chapter 99: Will it always be this good?

Fu Yucheng looked into Yun Tangyin's clear eyes, and the anxiety in his heart instantly melted away. He held her hand tightly, rubbing her fingertips with his fingertips: "Wife, I'm sorry for wronging you. You are always being harassed by people like this."

Yun Tangyin threw her half-finished sweater on the bamboo chair and shook his hand back: "What's wrong with you? My man is very clear-headed."

She moved closer to him, her nose almost touching his cheek. "Besides, the more she jumps, the more it seems that I have good taste and found a good man that others would miss."

Fu Yucheng chuckled at her amusement, the vibration of his chest coming through their clasped hands, warm and cozy: "Then you better watch out, don't let a stray dog ​​take this good man away from you."

"You can't take it away." Yun Tangyin hooked her hands around his neck, her fingertips rubbing against his newly sprouted stubble. "My man has me at the top of his heart, and no one can take me away."

These words were like candy, sweet from Fu Yucheng's ears to his heart. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, his voice hoarse: "My wife still understands me."

Song Yushuang heard the noise from inside the house and lifted the door curtain to stick her head out: "It's broad daylight, be careful of the impact."

While saying this, his eyes were full of smiles.

Yun Tangyin blushed, quickly let go of her hand, and glanced into the room: "Mom..."

Song Yushuang lowered the door curtain and said, "I just came out to pour a glass of water. You two can continue as if I don't exist."

Fu Yucheng laughed softly and reached out to pinch Yun Tangyin's burning earlobe: "Did you hear that? Mom has spoken."

"Stop it." Yun Tangyin slapped his hand away and picked up the knitting needles. "Hurry up and knit a sweater for Mom. It'll be cold and you'll be worried if you can't wear it."

Fu Yucheng snatched the ball of yarn from her hand: "I'll wind it, and you knit it."

He placed the ball of yarn on his knees and twirled it nimbly with his fingers. "I just went to the commune and saw the daughter of blacksmith Wang knitting a scarf. She said it was for her girlfriend. It was red and very pretty."

Yun Tangyin paused for a moment: "You want it too?"

"What kind of scarf should I wear?" Fu Yucheng paused winding the thread. "I just think red suits you."

Yun Tangyin's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head and continued knitting, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "After I finish knitting this one for Mom, I'll knit you a pair of gloves. They're navy blue and stain-resistant."

"Okay." Fu Yucheng's voice was filled with laughter, "But it has to be thicker."

As they were talking, Jiang Jianhua brought out some sieved dried sweet potatoes to dry in the sun. Seeing the two of them talking together, he laughed and joked, "The sun hasn't even set yet, and you're already sticking to it?"

Yun Tangyin's face turned even redder, but Fu Yucheng said frankly: "I'm talking to my wife, am I bothering my second sister-in-law?"

"No problem, no problem." Jiang Jianhua waved his hands and smiled, "I'm just worried that you'll absorb all the sweetness of the dried sweet potatoes, and they won't taste sweet to us anymore."

Fu Yuanshan came out of the woodshed and just heard this. He glanced over and said, "Third brother, would you like to come with me to till the soil this afternoon? Loosen the soil in the vegetable cellar so that we can store the cabbages."

"No." Fu Yucheng didn't even raise his head. "I have to help my wife knit a sweater."

Fu Yuanshan was choked and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Jiang Jianhua poked his waist from behind him and said, "What do you know? This is called love. I'll go with you."

Only Yun Tangyin and Fu Yucheng were left in the yard. The sunlight shone through the leaves of the locust tree, casting spots of light on the two of them.

Yun Tangyin was knitting a sweater, Fu Yucheng was winding yarn, and they occasionally chatted.

"The other day, Yinyin said she wanted to eat candied haws, so I asked someone to bring two strings from town and hid them in the kitchen cabinet."

"I'll go eat it after I finish knitting this sleeve."

"Tomorrow when we divide the cabbages, I'll pick out the tenderest ones and make you some vinegar-braised cabbage with your favorite chili peppers."

"Well, make Mom some cabbage and tofu soup, something light."

"By the way, last time you said you wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. After I'm done with this, I'll teach you."

"Really?" Yun Tangyin's eyes lit up, "But I'm afraid..."

"I'm here." Fu Yucheng patted his chest, "I'll be with you and I promise you'll learn it."

Yun Tangyin looked at the light in his eyes and suddenly felt that this was how life should be. There was the solidity of daily life, but also the sweetness hidden in the little details.

In the evening, the sleeves of the sweater were finally knitted. As soon as Yun Tangyin finished putting away the stitches, Fu Yucheng pulled her towards the kitchen: "Hurry up, let's eat candied haws."

Two strings of red candied haws, wrapped in crystal sugar coating, sparkled under the light.

Fu Yucheng handed her a bunch of them, took the other one and took a bite carefully: "Is it sweet?"

Yun Tangyin held a hawthorn in her mouth. She squinted her eyes due to the sour taste, but she smiled and nodded: "Sweet."

Looking at her, Fu Yucheng couldn't help but move closer and gently take a bite of the candied haws in her hand. The sour taste of the hawthorn mixed with the sweetness of the sugar, and the scent of her lips and teeth, made his heart feel warm.

"Fu Yucheng!" Yun Tangyin pushed his chest, her cheeks as red as candied haws, "Mom is still in the yard."

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Yucheng pulled her into his arms and said in a low voice, "My wife."

Song Yushuang coughed at the gate of the courtyard, and the two quickly separated. Fu Yucheng chewed hawthorn as if nothing had happened, while Yun Tangyin turned her back to adjust her sweater, but her ears were so red that blood seemed to drip out.

Song Yushuang walked in, looked at the candied haws sticks on the stove, smiled and shook her head: "You are so grown up, but you are still like a child."

She added a ladle of water to the pot and said, "Tomorrow is the Frost Descent. I'll make you some ginger tea to drive away the cold."

"Mom, let me peel an orange for you." Yun Tangyin quickly took an orange from the bamboo basket, peeled it cleanly and handed it over.

Fu Yucheng looked at her flustered appearance, smiled secretly, and reached out to scratch her palm, in return she gave him a reproachful look.

At night, Yun Tangyin lay beside Fu Yucheng, listening to his even breathing, and felt at ease.

She recalled the vivid stories Uncle Li had told her during the day, including Fu Yucheng's words to Xu Runli, "I only have Yun Tangyin as my wife," and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Fu Yucheng seemed to notice that she was not asleep, so he reached out and hugged her in his arms: "Are you still not asleep?"

"I'm thinking." Yun Tangyin snuggled into his arms, "Fu Yucheng, do you think we will always be this good in the future?"

"Silly wife." Fu Yucheng lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her head. "In this life, the next life, and the next life, you must be this good."

Yun Tangyin buried her face in his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and finally closed her eyes in peace.

The moonlight from outside the window poured in, illuminating the two people's clasped hands, which looked like a layer of broken silver, incredibly gentle.

The next morning, Fu Yucheng went there early as expected and came back with a basket full of cabbages, some big and some small, neatly stacked in the corner of the yard.

Yun Tangyin was making ginger tea in the kitchen. Seeing him come back, she quickly handed him a bowl and said, "Have some to warm yourself up."