Chapter 102 (Sandwich (Part 2)...)
"I understand." Yan Qiushu replied.
She also had a small kitchen in her yard, where she usually cooked. However, in this situation, she couldn't do anything else, so she ran out and poured a large pot of water into the pot, then started to make a fire.
As the fire was lighting, Yan Qiushu's eyes began to fill with tears, which soon slid down her cheeks.
She wanted to wipe it, but when she raised her hand, the dried blood that had not been wiped clean was still there in the firelight, so she put it down again and continued to pass firewood to the stove.
Shui Yu heard some noise in a daze, and came out with her clothes on. It was Yan Qiushu there. The light from the stove was bright, and she could clearly see the tear marks on her face. She immediately asked anxiously, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
The young man who was half leaning against the wall in the room froze.
Outside the house, Yan Qiushu quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve and whispered, "Don't talk, get me some water so I can wash my hands."
Shui Yu looked at her hands and immediately took a deep breath, panicking. Fortunately, Yan Qiushu explained the situation in time, and she nodded vigorously. She gave her some water to wash her hands, and then said, "Miss, please go and take care of the young master first. I'm here."
Yan Qiushu shook her head and two more tears fell out.
It was quite embarrassing to cry in front of others, she didn't want to go there!
Seeing this, Shui Yu stopped trying to persuade her. She wiped her tears and went to light a fire. She was very experienced in the stove and the fire in it was very strong. Soon the water began to gurgle.
Yan Qiushu took her own washbasin, disinfected it with hot water, and then filled another basin with hot water. She then said to Shui Yu, "Add some fried dough sticks, salt, and beef sauce to the remaining water. Bring it over when it's done."
"Okay!" Shui Yu nodded quickly and urged her to go back.
Yan Qiushu sniffed and carried the basin back. Xiao Huaiting in the house had not dared to put on his clothes yet and was shirtless. The wound had stopped bleeding, and there was no blood flowing from the place where it had been wiped before, but it was still very scary.
His body was covered with clothes all year round, and even if it was exposed to the wind and sun, the hidden parts were still white. The red blood coagulated on the white skin, you can imagine how terrifying it was.
As Yan Qiushu watched, the tears she had just held back flowed out again.
Xiao Huaiting moved his body unnaturally so that she couldn't see his wound, then waved his hand: "Give me some water."
Yan Qiushu came over with a basin of freshly boiled water. She reminded him, "Don't move. I'll wipe it for you."
When he spoke, his voice was heavily nasal.
Xiao Huaiting, who had never encountered such a situation, immediately dared not move. He carefully glanced at her from time to time, and when he saw the crystal tears, he quickly looked away. His heart felt sour and happy at the same time, which was extremely complicated.
The bitterness caused her to worry about him. His identity meant that he might die on the battlefield at any time. Even so, as long as his mother didn't mention it, he pretended not to know that he should get married.
This is to avoid having another person like my sister and sister-in-law, who would be living in fear all day long.
But when the opportunity came to him, he took off the jade pendant that had been hanging around his neck for more than ten years without hesitation, put it in an envelope and had someone send it back.
I was impulsive at the time, and now seeing her like this, I feel guilty and my heart aches.
But he was also a little happy because she was worried about him.
There is nothing better than the woman you like treating you with the same affection!
Yan Qiushu didn't look at him, and she was too embarrassed to do so. It would be fine if she cried secretly, but it would be embarrassing to cry in front of others. She took a few new handkerchiefs and soaked them in the water for a while before taking them out. She endured the heat, wrung out the water, and wiped him bit by bit.
After a while, the handkerchief was dyed red.
I changed to another handkerchief and it was dyed red again.
Yan Qiushu was afraid that the wound would get infected, so she didn't dare put the red-stained handkerchief into the basin to wash it. She used a new handkerchief every time. It was not until she used more than ten handkerchiefs that she wiped his body clean and applied medicine again.
During this time, Shui Yu also brought some boiled Sanzi, but placed them on the table. The two of them ignored him, one being dealt with and the other dealing with others. Until the last bit of medicine powder was sprinkled, Yan Qiushu breathed a sigh of relief and brought the bowl over: "Shall I feed you?"
"No, no." Xiao Huaiting didn't dare to let her work anymore, so he shook his head quickly. Seeing that she put down the bowl without any dissatisfaction, he breathed a sigh of relief and ate with chopsticks in his left hand. His right hand was injured, and his left hand was fine.
Xiao Huaiting's left hand is not very skillful, but he has no problem eating noodle-like things like Sanzi. The cooked Sanzi becomes soft and expands a little after being soaked in the soup. When picked up by chopsticks, it will not slip away accidentally like noodles.
It tastes unexpectedly delicious. The Sanzi has been soaked, and with a little force from the lips and tongue, the soup will flow between the lips and teeth. You can eat and swallow it at the same time. The cooked Sanzi is not crispy, but it still has some toughness and chewiness. The overall taste is a bit bland.
But Shui Yu brought the beef sauce, which I thought was a bit bland, so I took another bite of the beef sauce, and it had the salty and meaty taste. When I ate the Sanzi again, it felt just right.
"Slurp--" Xiao Huaiting was satisfied with the meal. He was already hungry, so when he slurped the Sanzi noodles, he put some force and made some noise.
He quickly glanced at Yan Qiushu, and after confirming that she was not laughing at him, he continued eating, this time being much more cautious.
Yan Qiushu noticed his expression this time, but she just smiled and said nothing, watching him eat. When he finished, she handed him a thin blanket and said, "Cover yourself first, or you'll catch a cold."
Xiao Huaiting nodded obediently, but did not lie down immediately.
Yan Qiushu frowned slightly: "Does the wound hurt?"
Xiao Huaiting shook his head, suddenly reached out and pulled her, and said softly: "Don't be sad, my injury really doesn't hurt."
Yan Qiushu fell silent, pursed her lips, and looked at him without saying a word. Her clear big eyes, which had just been soaked with tears, were surprisingly bright.
Xiao Huaiting felt flustered when being stared at, but he didn't know how to coax little girls. His sisters were older than him, and their brothers-in-law were always there for him when he needed coaxing. Later, when he grew up, his siblings were not as close as they were when they were children, so they never showed such an expression in front of him. He didn't know what to do.
The wound hadn't made him panic, but now he was sweating with anxiety. Instinctively, he moved away and tentatively held her hand: "Are you angry?"
Yan Qiushu shook her head and finally stopped looking at him like that. Her eyes narrowed, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled up and down, finally stopping on her hand that was being held.
Even when she cooks, she takes care of her hands every day, and Shui Yu is very passionate about this.
Occasionally, when Yan Qiushu wanted to be lazy, she would come over to help, and said that if she didn't take care of her hands, Shui Yu herself would not be able to continue to give her the opportunity to take care of them.
In addition, she didn't wash dishes, and most of the time she just cooked, so her hands were delicate and soft, but the hand holding hers felt rough. The palm, which should have been smooth, had rough calluses, as rough as sandpaper.
He knew what kind of person this was from the very beginning. According to the plot, he would die next year, but his love for him still accumulated during the little time they spent together.
It broke out again after they got engaged, so now seeing the scars on every part of his body with her own eyes, she felt sad and uncomfortable. But this was something he would have to experience for the rest of his life, and she couldn't stop it and could only remain silent.
Xiao Huaiting was wrong, thinking that she was unhappy that he was holding her hand. His heart skipped a beat and he held her hand even tighter.
Don’t loosen!
They are already an engaged couple, just... just holding hands!
Her hand was clenched tightly, Yan Qiushu's eyebrows jumped, she came back to her senses, and her heart began to beat wildly.
When the instigator saw that she didn't struggle, he smiled faintly and stopped moving.
The room fell into silence.
It was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard, until there was a noise outside the yard, as if someone was clamoring to come in, and all of a sudden everyone in the village was alarmed.
Yan Qiushu also looked outside, but the door was closed and she was far away, so she couldn't hear anything.
What's going on?
She asked in her heart, wanting to go out and take a look, but was held tightly by Xiao Huaiting. This time she was about to speak, but Xiao Huaiting said first: "It's the people who are chasing me. You don't have to go out. Zhuo Ning will take care of it."
Yan Qiushu's breathing stagnated: "What are you going to do this time?"
Xiao Huaiting pulled her to sit down, a pleased smile on his face. "I told you to go kill someone. King Xuan was supposed to leave the capital this morning, but he wasn't kicked out until the afternoon. I finally found a chance to make him pay back what he owes my family!"
"He's dead?!" Yan Qiushu cried out softly, her legs going weak.
Most people who grew up in peacetime may not even kill fish. For example, when she first started cooking, she didn't dare to kill the fish after buying it, and her roommate didn't dare to kill it either. So she shamelessly ran to the next door and asked an old lady with snacks.
Now they are talking about murder!
Xiao Huaiting helped her sit down on the couch and said apologetically, "Don't be afraid, he's not dead."
Yan Qiushu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing him looking at her worriedly, she explained, "I was just a little panicked. It's not that you shouldn't kill him. He did so many bad things, he deserved to die."
"Yeah, I know, but it would be too easy for him to die. I broke his spine."
Yan Qiushu: “Hiss!”
I almost couldn't breathe and choked.
How could she not know what the word "spine" means? High-level paraplegia!
But when she thought of Xiao Huaiqi, General Xiao, Xiao Huaian, and the husbands of Xiao Huaiyu and Xiao Huaiwu, she felt that it was justified! Don't be afraid, don't sympathize with this person!
Yan Qiushu tried to convince herself, and when she looked up, she saw the coldness on the corners of his lips, and suddenly she felt that the person in front of her was a little strange.
This feeling made her heart panic, and she subconsciously shook the other person's hand, holding it tightly, and whispered, "You did a good job."
Xiao Huaiting came back to his senses, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman who was staring at him nervously. She herself didn't realize that she was still a little scared, and her voice was trembling.
But she still held his hand so firmly.
The cold smile on Xiao Huaiting's lips warmed up. He raised his injured right hand with great effort, placed it on her head, and pressed it gently: "A Shu."
"Hmm?" Yan Qiushu looked at him blankly.
The delicate face with a little bit of flesh is innocent and beautiful, making people want to bully it.
Xiao Huaiting felt itchy, but he didn't dare to touch her. He just smiled at her and said, "My mother secretly told me that she hopes we can set a date for the wedding this year. What do you think?"
ah?
Why did the topic... come here?
Weren’t we just talking about King Xuan?
But Yan Qiushu's mind was a little dull for a moment. Perhaps she didn't sleep well and didn't react, or perhaps she had been thinking this way. So she nodded and whispered, "Then... okay."
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