Song Xingzhi still had a gentle smile on his face and was holding a small bag of fruit candies in his hand.
"Sister Chunxue, are you busy?" Song Xingzhi's eyes were gentle. "I heard from Xiao Zeng that you wanted to buy a second-hand bicycle?"
Zhang Chunxue was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Song Xingzhi knew about this.
I guess Xiao Zeng told him after he went back.
But Zhang Chunxue didn't expect Song Xingzhi to come to her to talk about this so soon.
"Yeah, I'm thinking about it, but I haven't found the right one yet."
"I don't ride my Phoenix bike very often. If you don't mind, you can take it first," Song Xingzhi said. "I don't use it very often anyway. If you need it, you can borrow someone else's."
He asked again tentatively: "Can you ride a bike? Do you want me to teach you?"
Zhang Chunxue quickly refused: "No need for that, I don't want a bicycle, and I don't want to ride it... No..."
She paused, then decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I want to... start a small business. I want to get a tricycle so that I can sell my goods in the county."
She told Song Xingzhi about her plan to start a braised pork business.
Song Xingzhi listened, his brows gradually furrowed, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "Sister Chunxue, why... why are you working so hard?"
His voice was low, with a hint of barely perceptible heartache.
He hesitated to speak, the words in his mind turning over and over again: If you were willing... to marry me, why would you have to endure this pain?
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
He was afraid of offending her, and also afraid of... being rejected.
Zhang Chunxue seemed not to notice his abnormality. Her eyes were bright and showed a spirit of not admitting defeat.
"Xingzhi, when you're alive, you have to have some goals of your own, right?"
She smiled brightly: "There is still a long way to go. I have to rely on myself to live a prosperous life! I can't always rely on others."
Song Xingzhi sighed softly.
There is a reason why he likes Zhang Chunxue.
Her unyielding spirit, her determination to live a good life, and her occasional, unknown tenderness all deeply attracted him.
"I'll keep an eye on this tricycle for you," Song Xingzhi said gently, "If there's a suitable one, I'll let you know as soon as possible."
Zhang Chunxue showed a rare hint of embarrassment on her face. "Well... well, that's really too much trouble for you, Xingzhi."
The smile in Song Xingzhi's eyes deepened, as gentle as a spring breeze.
"Haruyuki-sama, you're being a bit polite. I'm glad to be able to help you. It's not a bother at all."
A warm current flowed silently through Zhang Chunxue's heart.
She looked at Song Xingzhi and suddenly spoke as if possessed by some mysterious force: "Xingzhi, how about... not leaving tonight and just having a simple meal at my house?"
Song Xingzhi was obviously stunned for a moment.
He subconsciously wanted to refuse. After all, the villagers were gossipy, and as a grown man, he was afraid that having dinner at Sister Chunxue's house would bring bad reputation to her.
"Isn't this... not good?"
Zhang Chunxue seemed to see through his thoughts and curled her lips.
"What's wrong with that? You help me every other day, and I can't even treat you to a meal?"
"Besides, you can't make me owe you a favor without even giving me a chance to repay it, right?"
Song Xingzhi was about to say something, but Zhang Chunxue interrupted him, "Besides, you have to adapt to it in advance."
Song Xingzhi was stunned again, his mind was a little confused.
"Adapt...adapt to what?"
Zhang Chunxue's eyes flashed with cunning, but his face remained serious: "Adapt to getting along with my family."
She thought to herself that sooner or later she would have to find a way to get rid of these three troublesome sons, but she couldn't tell anyone about this idea at the moment.
Song Xingzhi couldn't taste it at first.
But then, he seemed to be hit on the head by something, and a huge joy suddenly surged up from the bottom of his heart!
Get along with her family?
This...what does this mean?
He suddenly looked up at Zhang Chunxue, his voice trembling slightly. "Okay! Sister Chunxue, I...I'll stay for dinner!"
He coughed lightly to hide the surging emotions in his heart. "Then I'll go back to the brigade headquarters first to hand over the matters at hand. I'll be back in a while."
Zhang Chunxue smiled, but deliberately put on a stern face: "It's a deal, don't go back on your word and stand me up!"
Song Xingzhi's heart felt like it was gently scratched by a feather, itchy and warm.
"Sister Haruyuki, when have I ever regretted a promise I made to you? Absolutely not!"
Song Xingzhi walked away with brisk steps, and his back was filled with joy.
Zhang Chunxue looked at his back, and the smile on her face became more genuine.
It was a rare occasion for her to invite someone to dinner, and it was Song Xingzhi, so she decided to show off her skills.
It just so happened that Zhong Chengren, that useless guy, brought back a piece of meat, so she thought about going to the tofu shop at the west end of the village to buy a piece of tender tofu.
As soon as I reached the entrance of the village, I heard a sharp quarrel.
She frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Zhong Xiaoxiao holding Zhong Hongqing's hand and arguing with a woman from the village, their faces red and their necks thick.
The woman spitted and said in a harsh voice, "Zhang Chunxue is an old woman whose husband has died. Clerk Song is young and promising, and he's not blind. How could he be interested in her?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao's face flushed with anger as she shouted, "My mom is not an old woman! Don't talk nonsense!"
The woman scoffed and glared at her: "You are such a fool! And you're still speaking for your mother?"
"Have you forgotten how your mother used to beat and scold you every other day?"
"The scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao refused to comply, her neck stiffened and her face flushed red.
"That must be because I was ignorant before, that's why my mom treated me like that!"
Her voice was still trembling, but her tone was firm.
The woman laughed out loud, her face full of disdain.
"What do you know, little girl?"
"Your mother is only being nice to you because she thinks you're a good student and might be able to marry into a wealthy family in the future!"
"Otherwise, with her greedy look, how could she really treat you well?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao was so angry that her eyes turned red: "You're talking nonsense! My mother is not that kind of person! She is being nice to me now, and that's just for my own good!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Xiaoxiao, what's the point of arguing with such a gossipy person?"
Zhang Chunxue had walked behind them without them knowing. Her face was calm, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife.
The harsh look on the woman's face froze instantly, revealing a bit of embarrassment and guilt, and she subconsciously shrank her neck back.
Zhong Xiaoxiao was also startled, her little face turned pale, and she looked at Zhang Chunxue helplessly, afraid that she would blame her for being nosy.
"Mom..." she called timidly.
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