Chapter 80: Wash the dirt yourself
The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily. Looking out the window, the swaying shadows of the trees looked particularly frightening.
At the dinner table, Zhou Congsheng and Shen Yuzhu each had a bowl of sweet potato porridge, the steam rising gently, unable to conceal their hazy smiles.
A dish of fermented soybeans, a dish of scrambled eggs with scallions, a few steamed buns, simple food.
The two of them enjoyed their meal immensely.
Shen Yuzhu was surprised that Zhou Congsheng actually had a holiday this year and even came to spend the New Year with her.
Since he joined the army, he has rarely come home. Zhou Daoming and Chu Lian spend the New Year together every year, eating New Year's Eve dinner and then going to sleep. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, she sometimes goes to pay New Year's visits, but it is always quiet and deserted.
Of course, it was only very occasionally. At that time, Lü Jiahao forbade her to associate with the Zhou family, so she always went secretly. She had to get rid of a few troublesome relatives at home before she dared to go to the Zhou family.
Thinking of this, and looking at Zhou Congsheng in front of her, she felt a little uneasy.
"Next holiday, let's go back to Beijing to see Mom and Dad. We're both in Heilongjiang Province, when can we meet up?"
"What if they ask me when we're going to get our marriage certificate?"
Shen Yuzhu: "......."
How am I supposed to answer that? She already said to wait a moment!
When Zhou Congsheng saw that she didn't speak, his eyes showed a moment of disappointment.
"What's the difference between this and getting a marriage certificate? I didn't even kick you out. A man and a woman alone in the same courtyard, even if we were engaged, people would still gossip. Who else could I marry but you?"
This answer made Zhou Congsheng's lips curl slightly.
Just as Shen Yuzhu was about to stand up after finishing her meal, Zhou Congsheng took the bowl away.
"I'll go wash up, you go wash up."
Otherwise, am I supposed to wash the dishes? Excuse me?
Shen Yuzhu glanced at him.
The way her eyes sparkled was so captivating that it made one's heart flutter. Zhou Congsheng swallowed hard and awkwardly turned his head away.
I filled the room with hot water and then closed the door.
When Zhou Congsheng returned, he heard the sound of dripping water. His face flushed instantly, and he turned around in a panic, almost bumping into the door as he walked out.
Even after returning to the west room for a while, the lingering heat on my face hadn't subsided.
Good heavens, this is only the first day! How are we going to get through the rest of the year?
Shen Yuzhu washed her face, thought for a moment and then went into her space to take a bath. She dried her hair until it was half dry, then came out of the space. She sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) and her hair was almost dry in no time. She picked up the book in her hand and read it over and over again, but she didn't see Zhou Congsheng come over. Thinking that he might be asleep, she turned off the kerosene lamp.
The next day, the two of them started packing the things they had brought.
It has to be said that Zhao Yue brought a lot of things; more than half of the bag was filled with items given to her by Zhao Yue.
"Why did you take so many of her things? She's already working hard on her post, and you took all her good stuff. It's a waste that she calls you 'brother'."
Zhou Congsheng smiled, raised his hand and pinched Shen Yuzhu's small face. It was delicate and smooth, and when he put his hand down, he couldn't help but gently rub it.
"Who am I doing this for? Isn't it because I'm worried that you won't eat or sleep well here alone?"
Shen Yuzhu glanced at him, pretending not to see his little actions.
"Actually, most of these things were sent to her by Chief of Staff Zheng. Even if I didn't bring them, she would give them away. It's been like this for years."
“Xiaoyue must have had a very hard time these past few years.”
Zhou Congsheng: "......."
She's not suffering at all! She takes out all her troubles on him and Song Biao. They've caused her a lot of trouble over the years.
"I'll cook something nice for her later and bring it over. I saw that she has a coal stove in her dorm, so I'll bring her some pickled cabbage dumplings. I'm sure she'll like them."
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."
"What are these?"
Zhou Congsheng looked at another large bag and told her that Bai Chunyang had asked her to bring it over for Qiao Wangshu, along with a letter. Shen Yuzhu immediately prepared to deliver it.
The item wasn't heavy, so Zhou Congsheng didn't bother to go over it, lest he cause Shen Yuzhu any trouble.
I just told her to come back early when I left.
For some reason, looking at him, Shen Yuzhu felt for a moment that he was like a statue waiting for his wife.
When Qiao Wangshu saw what Shen Yuzhu was carrying, she guessed it was brought by Bai Chunyang and kept thanking Shen Yuzhu, winking and making faces at her. It was quite...
I'm embarrassed.
Besides food and drinks, there was also a cotton-padded jacket in the bag. It was of very good quality. Qiao Wangshu immediately understood that it was probably a supply that Bai Chunyang had distributed last year. She guessed that Bai Chunyang hadn't been willing to wear it and had kept it for her!
There was another letter, which she read and it said that she would be going back to the capital this year to visit her grandparents from the Bai family.
Qiao Wangshu looked at the large bag full of bags and felt a sweet warmth in her heart. It was good to have someone who cared about her.
Shen Yuzhu delivered the things and left. This time, during her trip to and from the educated youth settlement, no one gossiped, which she found a little unusual.
Zhou Congsheng cleaned the house for Shen Yuzhu, filled the kettle with hot water, turned up the stove in the kitchen, kneaded the dough in the sand basin, and washed the cabbage and bean sprouts and set them aside.
When Shen Yuzhu returned, she saw him humming and hawing as he washed the clothes and sheets.
"Why are you washing the sheets? I just put them on for you yesterday."
Zhou Congsheng paused while scrubbing the sheets, his ears turning bright red, but he resumed washing them as if nothing had happened.
His mind was in turmoil, even recalling scenes from his dreams. He unconsciously tightened his grip, and before he could even explain why, "rip!"—the sheet was torn open with a loud rip.
Shen Yuzhu: "........."
Zhou Congsheng: "........."
Ugh, this is so awkward, what should I do?!
Silence spread between the two. Zhou Congsheng was a little flustered, while Shen Yuzhu suddenly realized why the sheets had been washed.
As boys grow up, there are some things that are simply unspeakable.
"I, I'll get you another sheet. Cough cough cough... Why is the wind so strong? It's making my mouth so dry."
Zhou Congsheng: "......."
Well, we can't blame it all on the wind!
Shen Yuzhu ran into the house, her heart pounding. This guy was really strong! That was a coarse cloth bed sheet, and it was torn to shreds after just a couple of rubs. If he did *that* in the future, her back would be broken!
Shen Yuzhu blushed and her heart raced as she thought about it. She grabbed a sheet haphazardly from the cupboard and went to the west room. Seeing the messy bedding on the kang (heated brick bed), she threw the sheet down and ran away.
Zhou Congsheng had just finished hanging up the sheets when he saw Shen Yuzhu running out of the west room with a flushed face. His heart skipped a beat.
She saw it. Did she see it?
Zhou Congsheng's face was stiff, his hands clenched tightly, wondering if she would despise him.
To everyone's surprise, a few seconds later, Shen Yuzhu returned to the west room with a quilt in her arms. Then, carrying the soiled quilt, she walked towards him. Zhou Congsheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head.
"I, I'm not..."
"What do you mean, 'you'? You got it dirty, so wash it yourself. Once it's clean, put the bedding on me yourself. I'm going to cook. Humph, stop thinking such nonsense. If you think too much when you're young, you'll be too weak to do it when you're old."
Zhou Congsheng: ".............."
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