Chapter 18 Dirty and rotten things
"You said she gave it to you?"
"Yes, she was washing clothes at the time. Those people said her stuff was poisonous, but it cleaned the clothes in just a few seconds. I said, 'It's amazing, it really works so well,' and she gave me a new one. This big one can wash clothes for a long time!"
Chen Zhicheng looked at her thoughtfully: "So, next time they bully Miss Song, don't join in the fun."
Ge Jinglan was a little dissatisfied: "I didn't stir up trouble, but what if I don't follow them and no one pays attention to me?"
"It's okay, just pretend."
Only then did Ge Jinglan agree.
In the evening, Song Yunqing fried some vegetables and made noodles, waiting for Xiao Jinchuan to come back and eat together.
Looking at the white flour in the bowl, Xiao Jinchuan frowned: "Why is it white flour?"
Song Yunqing picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth: "Do you want to eat black noodles?"
Xiao Jinchuan: ...
Song Yunqing only now discovered that the things in the space could actually maintain their freshness. They would remain in the same condition when they were taken out as when they were first put in.
What a pity. I was afraid that the meat would go bad if left for too long, so I didn’t buy much.
I must buy more next time and save them in the space.
"I mean, it's not easy for everyone right now, and it's a bit too ostentatious for us to eat white flour."
Song Yunqing understood what Xiao Jinchuan meant. This man was an old-fashioned person who didn't know how to adapt at all.
"Isn't there anyone else here? It's just the two of us. If you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know?"
"Are you going to go out and tell the world that the white noodles we eat have meat in the dishes?"
Xiao Jinchuan looked at the dish. There was a lot of meat mixed in with the potato slices, and he subconsciously drooled.
Song Yunqing picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it into Xiao Jinchuan's bowl. "I know what you're worried about. As long as you don't spread it, everything will be fine."
"If you're rich, you should help the world; if you're poor, you should take care of yourself. We don't have the ability to change everyone's lives, but it's okay for me to eat better, right? It's not against the law to be kind to myself, right?"
Xiao Jinchuan's eyes widened slightly. "Where did you hear that? Didn't you say you didn't go to school much?"
Song Yunqing lowered his eyes, feeling somewhat guilty. "Yes...I didn't go to school much, but I love reading, so I learned a lot through my own study."
She was originally worried whether Xiao Jinchuan would believe her, but unexpectedly, this person gave her a thumbs up.
“You never stop learning, you’re doing great!”
Song Yunqing almost choked on his food. What kind of speech was this from an old cadre?
Xiao Jinchuan ate the piece of meat and found it delicious, but what touched him even more was Song Yunqing's words.
Those words that he had previously found completely unacceptable actually made some sense when they came out of Song Yunqing's mouth.
The two of them were silent for a moment, with only the sound of chopsticks touching the plate.
After dinner, Xiao Jinchuan volunteered to wash the dishes.
Perhaps it was because the first half of my life was too difficult that I have long been accustomed to being self-reliant.
Song Yunqing cooks, so he washes the dishes, which makes sense.
Song Yunqing watched him wash the dishes. She had never seen a man wash dishes so beautifully.
Xiao Jinchuan rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his smoothly contoured forearms, his muscles undulating slightly as he washed the dishes.
He moved very skillfully, first carefully scrubbing the inside of the dishes with a loofah, then turning them over.
The water washed over his slender fingers, as if the chore of washing dishes had become a pleasure.
"Xiao Jinchuan, you're considered a mid- to high-ranking military officer, so how come you're so skilled at washing dishes?"
Xiao Jinchuan didn't look back: "Before I became a mid-level or senior military officer, I was just an ordinary person."
"and you......"
"Is anyone there? Come out!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from outside the door, and Song Yunqing was very dissatisfied with being interrupted.
“Who is it?”
She looked out the window and saw a familiar figure standing in the middle of the yard.
What is Qian Xiufen doing again!
Song Yunqing stood up from his chair and prepared to go out to take a look. Xiao Jinchuan wiped his hands and followed behind him.
Qian Xiufen put her hands on her hips, and she didn't look like a political commissar's wife at all. She was clearly a shrew.
"Song Yunqing, come out!"
The door was opened, and Song Yunqing saw Xiaohua standing beside her, but Xiaohua's face was covered with tears.
Song Yunqing frowned subconsciously: "Why are you coming to my house?"
Qian Xiufen sneered: "It seems that you know you have done something bad and feel guilty?"
"You're such an interesting person. I've done something bad, so why should I feel guilty? And you, on the other hand, are trespassing into someone's house?"
Qian Xiufen suddenly pushed Xiaohua forward, and the little body staggered.
"Tell me yourself what bad things she did."
Xiaohua was so scared by this push that tears started falling again.
She trembled and opened her palm towards Song Yunqing: "Aunt Song, my mother won't let me take other people's things."
What else did Song Yunqing not understand? It must be that Qian Xiufen saw the hairpin he gave her and felt uncomfortable again.
"Qian Xiufen, I understand that you don't like me, but can you please not involve the children in our affairs?"
Qian Xiufen put one hand on her waist and pointed at her with the other: "You still don't admit it, right? Well, our Xiaohua is usually the most obedient, but just because you gave her a hairpin, she's going against me. Are you using this hairpin to sow discord between us?"
Qian Xiufen's fingertips were almost poking Song Yunqing's forehead.
"We don't want or want anything from capitalists like you. You're just filthy, rotten things."
No matter how good-tempered Song Yunqing was, he was so angry that he was speechless.
She didn't expect these people to resist her to this extent.
"My parents are capitalists, but now we live in a new society. We are all the same and everyone is equal. Don't say I was born into a capitalist family. Even if I were a beggar, I still have human rights and dignity, and I am protected by national laws!"
"How capable do you think you are? Are you more authoritative than the national law?"
Song Yunqing's powerful attack completely shocked Qian Xiufen.
She stood there in a daze, feeling angry and helpless. She opened her mouth several times but couldn't utter a word.
Xiao Jinchuan looked at Song Yunqing's profile, and without even noticing it, his opinion of her had begun to change.
Song Yunqing seemed different from the people he knew.
She is glowing all over like this!
Before Qian Xiufen could say anything, Xiaohua burst into tears. Her face was already covered with tear marks, and now she looked even more like a little kitten.
This sound finally gave Qian Xiufen an outlet to vent her emotions.
"Why are you crying? How dare you cry? Why didn't you cry when you accepted other people's things? Now you feel scared, but it's too late. Be careful that your hands and feet will be rotten tonight!"
Xiaohua was just a little kid after all, and she was so scared that she dropped her hairpin on the ground, and the bright little red flower fell into the mud.
"Mom, I don't want it anymore. I don't want my hands and feet to rot. I still want to go out and play, and I still want to go to school."
Xiaohua cried anxiously and started sobbing after a while, making people worry that she might not be able to breathe.
Song Yunqing was also angry: "Can you please stop scaring the child?"
Qian Xiufen felt indescribably relieved, as if she had finally seen Song Yunqing's expression change.
"What does it have to do with you if I scold my own child? Stop meddling in other people's affairs, or I won't be so polite next time!"
After Qian Xiufen finished speaking, she poked Xiaohua again and said, "Tell me, will you take other people's things again in the future?"
Xiaohua sobbed, "No...I won't take it...any more!"
Qian Xiufen cast a victorious look at Song Yunqing and proudly half-hugged Xiaohua: "Well said. Let's go home and have something delicious for you."
Xiaohua didn't dare to resist and could only look back at the hairpin every few steps.
Song Yunqing watched them leave, with the dirty little red flower hairpin under her feet.
She picked it up with heartache, never expecting that her unintentional action would cause Xiaohua to suffer such an unexpected disaster.
The wet mud had already stained half of the petals. Song Yunqing pinched them in his hand and wiped off the mud with his fingertips.
But the flower was originally made of cloth and was soaked with mud and water.
"It's her fault."
Xiao Jinchuan stood behind him and spoke suddenly.
"Of course I know it was her fault, but I still feel guilty. Xiaohua was scolded entirely because of me. If I hadn't given her the hairpin, she wouldn't have been scolded."
"Your relationship with her is already determined. Even if you don't get a card today, it could become something else tomorrow. As long as you have intersections, there will be reasons to cause trouble."
"Unless...you never have anything to do with each other again."
Song Yunqing slumped her shoulders. "You know this is impossible. I'm your wife, and she's the political commissar's wife. The relationship between you two is so close. How could I ever stop communicating with her?"
Xiao Jinchuan took the hairpin from her hand and brushed his fingertips across her palm.
"It's not because of you, so don't blame yourself so much."
He poured some water into the basin, dipped the hairpin in the water, and rubbed it gently until it became clean.
He squeezed out the moisture from the hairpin and pinned the half-wet hairpin on Song Yunqing's head.
"Whether it's dirty or not is a matter of opinion. I think it looks great!"
Song Yunqing was a little touched. She didn't expect that the usually cold Xiao Jinchuan would say such heartwarming words.
"Xiao Jinchuan, thank you."
Before Xiao Jinchuan could say anything, he heard her speak again.
"But the hairpin isn't dry yet, it got my hair wet!"
Xiao Jinchuan: ………
"Feel sorry."
He wanted to reach out and take it, but Song Yunqing dodged him.
"It's okay if it's wet, I like it too."
After being messed up by Qian Xiufen, Song Yunqing was in a bad mood. Thinking of Xiaohua with tearful eyes, he couldn't help feeling sad.
Such a young child has to bear the grudges between adults.
"She's not qualified to be a parent at all. When I have a child in the future, I will definitely educate her well and raise her to be a child with correct values, sensible, and able to distinguish right from wrong."
Song Yunqing was confident and justified. After all, she was a talented student in the 21st century, and her mind was full of advanced knowledge.
This is also the reason why she is more patient with Qian Xiufen. The limitations of the times make it difficult for her to break through the restrictions.
But when she turned around, she saw Xiao Jinchuan's expression was a little complicated.
"What's wrong? Am I wrong?"
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