Chapter 117 An Unexpected Kiss
Xiao Cheng's buzz cut has grown out recently. To be precise, his short hair has grown a little longer, but it's not longer than a finger joint. However, it doesn't dry as quickly as before after washing.
He habitually doesn't dry his hair after showering, and only wipes his clothes with a towel after washing them. After walking a few steady steps, he casually drapes the towel over the chair next to the bed.
"Minor issue, already resolved."
"Oh..." Fine, don't tell me then.
Bai Lu picked up the book again, half-lying down to cover her face while reading, ignoring the large dent in the bed next to her.
Only when she heard a low chuckle from the man beside her did she slowly turn a page of her book, the sound of her reading drowning out the chuckle.
Xiao Cheng leaned against the headboard, staring at the thick book, his voice evasive as he spoke: "The cedar trees on the mountain are old and large. When the workers were cutting them down, one of them accidentally rolled down the mountain and hit an elder's grave halfway up. My grandfather sent Xiao Guofu to tell me to go back and offer incense."
Bai Lu had only ever paid respects at the tombs in the mausoleum in later generations, and had never seen the graves on the mountain. It was the first time she had ever seen a folk earthen grave when she went back to Xiao Family Village with Xiao Cheng to pay respects to their ancestors on Qingming Festival.
Curiosity is easily piqued when it comes to folk customs in unknown areas, and people want to learn more about them.
Let's broaden our understanding: "Was the collision very serious? Or do we have to burn incense after just one accident?"
The book on his face fell with the sound.
Xiao Cheng stared intently into the girl's clear, curious eyes, lost in thought for a moment.
He calmly began, “The villagers of Xiaojia Village went up the mountain to pay their respects during the Qingming Festival. They cleared all the weeds around the grave. A few days ago, there was a heavy rain, and the soil was wet and loose. After the cedar tree was cut down, it fell from a height and scattered the soil around the grave. Grandpa said that he had disturbed the elders and wanted to go back to offer incense to them.”
The untold truth is that the cedar wood knocked over the loose soil beside the grave, revealing the urn containing the ashes.
After listening to Xiao Cheng's calm and composed account, Bai Lu felt no fear whatsoever; instead, her curiosity grew even stronger: "When you were offering incense, did Grandpa say anything beside you? Was he saying something like he would when you pay respects to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival?"
Xiao Cheng nodded slightly: "Mm."
"What did they say?" Bai Lu continued to press.
After a moment's thought, Xiao Cheng replied seriously, "I said what I said during the ancestral worship ceremony."
Bai Lu: "..."
What were the words spoken during the ancestral worship ceremony?
We must get to the bottom of this and refuse to give up.
Xiao Cheng gave her a deep look, pulled the blanket folded at the foot of the bed over himself, lay down and closed his eyes.
She spoke softly, "She said some nice things."
"What nice things are you saying?" Bai Lu's mind was being gnawed at by the ants of curiosity, and she wanted to pull back the covers.
Let him finish answering before he goes to sleep.
Unfortunately, family precepts bound the bones of the limbs.
But Xiao Cheng was lying on his side with his back turned, and his reply was so perfunctory: "Sweet words."
Bai Lu decisively put down her book, forcefully pulled him around, and suddenly met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
She immediately let go, her face instantly changing to a smile: "Your hair isn't dry yet. Sleeping with wet hair is bad for your health. It can allow cold air to invade your body, causing adverse reactions such as colds and headaches. You should get up and dry your hair before going to sleep."
Xiao Cheng looked at her silently for a moment, and finally answered the question: "Please don't be offended, Your Excellency. This descendant had no intention of offending you. I have prepared fine wine and food. Let's go our separate ways..."
It's definitely been simplified again.
Bai Lu listened to every word, maintained her standard smile, and stood up to pull Xiao Cheng up.
Then he lay down and said, "Goodnight."
After saying that, he turned around and faced away from someone.
Xiao Cheng was forced to sit, looking at the large zongzi lying in front of him. He pressed his tongue against his back teeth, a creepy smile spreading across his lips. He slowly leaned forward, like a beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, silently hunting its prey from all directions.
A cold, clear voice approached from behind, descending towards her slender neck: "Get up."
"I have something to tell you."
Bai Lu was still preoccupied with the unfinished answer when she suddenly turned around and was caught off guard by a face that seemed to be smiling but wasn't, with deep, three-dimensional eyebrows and dark pupils that were slightly stunned.
Thin, pale lips, lips, lips...
I met her face to face, at zero distance, close and intimate.
Nose tips touched, breaths scattered erratically, indistinguishable from one another, warm breaths filling the space, lingering between the frozen lips.
Bai Lu was still covered with a quilt, and a white blanket was placed on top of the quilt. Her hands and feet were tucked into the big dumpling. She turned over in such a hurry that she didn't even think to stick them out. She was lying on her side and got pressed down.
Thinking that Xiao Cheng was still sitting in the position she had just pulled up, she turned around and looked up at him.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Cheng had already bent down, so close to her, and their eyes met without him moving...
Her upturned face received a kiss that seemed to come out of nowhere.
Bai Lu's mind went blank, and she lost the ability to think for a moment. After she came to her senses, she immediately shrank back and retreated quickly, with the blanket covering her, to the innermost part of the bed.
With his back pressed against the wall through the blanket, his head suddenly disappeared inside the rice dumpling, and he swiftly turned around in a flash.
A muffled, unnatural voice came from the tiny gap in the tightly rolled-up blanket: "It's late, go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow."
When Xiao Cheng came to his senses upon hearing the sound, he was already in front of a tightly rolled-up zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), the warmth of which had not yet dissipated from the corner of his mouth.
The last trace of sweet fragrance lingered in his mouth. He pursed his lips, a deep, satisfied look flashing in his eyes.
The lights dimmed, and moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, falling on the two figures on the bed who hadn't slept in a long time.
The stars have gone home.
A sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon.
Xiao Wei felt that he had gotten up very early today, but his older brother and sister-in-law had gotten up even earlier.
Before he even got close to the kitchen, the sweet aroma of roasted chestnuts filled his face.
The sounds of manually and electrically stirring chestnuts came in layers, seemingly chaotic yet with a fast rhythm.
Upon entering, I indeed saw two familiar figures standing by the stove, frying chestnuts with spatulas.
An electric chestnut roasting machine hummed nearby.
No matter how loudly they shouted, the two people standing at either end of the stove seemed not to hear them at all.
Aside from adding syrup to the pot on time, he had no expression on his face and didn't say a word.
atmosphere……
Something seems a little strange.
Filled with doubt, Xiao Wei brushed his teeth, washed his face, ate breakfast, washed the dishes, and went to school with his backpack.
With three more sales channels for roasted chestnuts, the demand for roasted chestnuts has doubled. If we don't get up early, we definitely won't be able to roast enough. Fortunately, we agreed to pick up the goods in batches when we discussed the cooperation.
With both electric and manual processes, and simultaneous stir-frying, eight sales channels were opened on the first day, ensuring successful supply.
Wang Cuihua was about to leave after receiving the goods when Bai Lu kept her behind, her face full of surprise and excitement as she waited for her share to increase.
Unexpectedly, Bai Lu shattered her illusions with her first words: "Did Luo Shiliu return your ladder?"
Wang Cuihua had a complicated expression on her face, as if she hadn't quite figured it out yet. "Not yet."
Bai Lu frowned: "Did he say when he would pay it back?"
(End of this chapter)
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