It's been four or five days since I was forced to watch the drama unfold in the grove that day.
Wen Qinghe got caught up in the gossip and didn't pay any more attention to what happened next.
However, today the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain welcomed a rare guest.
"Knock knock knock"
Yan Xiao wasn't home, so Wen Qinghe first pushed open the small wooden peephole on the door to see who it was before opening the door herself.
With a creak, the door opened, and it seemed as if the people inside and outside lived in two different worlds.
Looking at Wen Qinghe before her, whose complexion was rosy, whose eyes were clear and bright, and whose skin was so white it seemed to glow, Liu Meihua felt a flicker of jealousy and disbelief in her eyes.
The image of a woman being abused by a rough man was completely different from what she had imagined.
Even now, standing together, she felt somewhat ashamed of herself, as if she were the one being tormented.
God is so unfair.
They were both sent to the countryside; they were from the same group of educated youth.
Why is it that as soon as she arrives, she can't do any work for even half a day and then comfortably stay at the educated youth settlement every day?
Not only does she have a private room, but she also managed to snag a capable man and get married!
Looking at her smooth, fair face, it's clear she's rarely been exposed to the sun.
Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and it was clear that she had always been cherished and pampered.
Looking back at myself.
Although she initially found Wen Qinghe's behavior of marrying a country man because she didn't want to work very shameful.
But when she could no longer bear the daily toil and longed for someone like Yan Xiao to appear, to work for her, take care of her, and cherish her.
What did she encounter?
That night, she clearly told Feng Ergou that she might be pregnant, but his mad shove broke her heart.
But she had no way out.
Not only did she give herself to him, but she also got pregnant with his child.
Although Feng Ergou denied it, she was absolutely certain that the child could only be his.
Thinking back to the past two days when I went to see him, I saw undisguised anger and disgust in his eyes.
She pursed her lips and placed one hand on her stomach.
My child, don't blame your mother for being heartless; I have no other way out...
…
"Qinghe, won't you invite me in for a seat?"
Wen Qinghe looked at Liu Meihua, who appeared outside the door with a small bag of white sugar in her hand, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
The last time I saw her was that night, but it was too dark and she didn't notice me, I could only recognize her by her voice.
I almost didn't recognize her when I saw her today.
Her once delicate face was now dry and peeling due to prolonged sun exposure, and some areas even had black dirt spots, clearly caused by neglecting to clean it properly.
There were sunspots on both sides of her nose, and her cheeks were sunken. Compared to when we first met on the train, she had lost weight and gotten darker.
Even at the educated youth settlement, her relationship with Liu Meihua wasn't very good; in fact, it was rather unpleasant.
But this person suddenly showing up at her door was truly a first—it was the first time on New Year's Day.
She unconsciously glanced at Liu Meihua's lower abdomen, then subtly looked away.
Move your body to one side.
"Come in."
…
Wen Qinghe looked at the woman who had been looking around with greedy glints in her eyes ever since she entered the courtyard, and a sense of speechlessness crossed her mind.
Fortunately, there were no inappropriate items in the courtyard at the moment; most of the modern equipment was inside the house.
She noticed Liu Meihua's eyes peeking through the French windows in the front hall, so she quickly interrupted her.
We then led the people to the pavilion.
"What do you need me for?"
At this moment, Liu Meihua wished she could be the one enjoying herself here.
Everywhere she looked, she felt an increasing desire to become the mistress of the place.
if……
Thinking of her important business, she was reluctant to look away.
"Qinghe, this is a really good thing. I saved up for more than half a month to buy it at the supply and marketing cooperative. Here you go."
She stuffed a packet of white sugar into her hand.
Wen Qinghe frowned slightly as she looked at the white sugar that had been forced into her hand.
Offering unsolicited favors.
Too lazy to beat around the bush, she returned the sugar.
"I don't want this, you keep it for yourself."
Looking at the rejected sugar in her hand, Liu Meihua exclaimed excitedly, "How can that be!"
"Well. What I mean is, if you don't accept it, I won't be able to continue the conversation."
Wen Qinghe thought to herself: You don't have to open it.
But he still said, "I don't want the things. Take them back. Just say what you have to say."
Seeing that she clearly refused, Liu Meihua didn't bring up the matter of sending her away again.
"I...I heard that your illness has been greatly cured since that old man treated you?"
When her medical history was suddenly brought up, a sense of wariness flashed through her mind, but a look of dejection and self-deprecation appeared on her face.
"If only that were the case. But my body is still the same."
Now it's all thanks to my husband's tireless efforts every day. He works two jobs during the day and then tries to find some nutritious food to hang me up in the mountains at night. That's why my complexion looks a little better than before.
This was something she and Yan Xiao had agreed upon. To the outside world, they would say she was still recovering from illness, which would reduce many unnecessary interpersonal relationships.
Furthermore, in this era, heart disease is practically a terminal illness.
Her sudden recovery, once known to others, will certainly attract attention.
Liu Meihua understood in her heart, but offered only perfunctory words of comfort: "It's alright, just take good care of yourself, and you might get better someday."
But in her heart, she scoffed: How could it possibly get better? She had heard that most people with heart disease die young.
No matter how well she lived or how much her man doted on her, she still had to live to see that day.
"Maybe."
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