"No," Zhao Honghui replied without hesitation.
"Then why are you keeping such a long face?"
Xie Yuyao pinched his arm in dissatisfaction, but the flesh on his arm was too hard and she couldn't pinch it at all, which made her pout.
"I'm really not angry. This is my usual expression." Zhao Honghui said helplessly, taking her mischievous hand and rubbing it.
People nearby glanced at him, and Zhao Honghui quickly let go of his hand.
Xie Yuyao tilted her head to examine his stiff face, then chuckled, "Didn't you hear what Li Hongmei said? They've already registered their marriage, so don't worry about it!"
Hearing her sweet laughter and seeing her honey-like dimples, Zhao Honghui's jealousy vanished.
He glanced at his watch somewhat awkwardly. "It's getting late. This is how it is in the county town at night. Where else do you want to go?"
Xie Yuyao thought of a place and said mysteriously, "Come with me!"
She led Zhao Honghui to the entrance of the tailor shop; thankfully, the door wasn't closed.
"You want to order clothes?" Zhao Honghui asked in surprise. He remembered that Yao Yao had already made two cotton-padded coats last time.
He didn't know that a girl's wardrobe is never complete without one more piece of clothing.
Xie Yuyao enthusiastically pushed him inside: "Come on, let's go in and take a look."
There was only one shop owner in his forties in the tailor shop, who was cutting fabric.
Seeing the two men lift the curtain and come in, he put down the scissors and greeted them with a smile: "Comrades, would you like to buy ready-made clothes or have them custom-made?"
The tailor shop also sells ready-made clothes, which are hung on floor-standing clothes racks for customers to choose from.
"Master Wang, could you please take his measurements?" Xie Yuyao said with a smile.
Zhao Honghui was used to being frugal and didn't want to spend unnecessary money: "Yaoyao, I have enough clothes, there's no need to make any more."
"Let's measure it first!"
Zhao Honghui couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to let the tailor take his measurements.
After taking the measurements, Xie Yuyao explained her purpose: "Master Wang, please write down his measurements for me, and then make him a cotton overcoat and thick cotton trousers."
"Yaoyao, I have all of these," Zhao Honghui said helplessly.
"Don't make a fuss, listen to me."
Tailor Wang said, "I just finished making a military overcoat. Would you like to try it on?"
"Yes!" Xie Yuyao responded immediately.
In the frigid north, the military overcoat was not only warm but also exuded a heroic air. In the resource-scarce 1970s, the military overcoat was the best winter clothing for the Chinese people.
It can be worn outside or used as a blanket; a military overcoat can be used for a very long time.
Authentic military overcoats are not sold on the market; they are only issued by the military. The quality of those military overcoats is absolutely top-notch, and their warmth is exceptionally high.
Soldiers are issued several sets of uniforms every year, and some soldiers save them for their families. But they only get one military overcoat, which they can only take home after they are discharged from the army, and it is an old military overcoat that they have worn for several years.
In those days, military overcoats were highly sought after. Most of what was sold on the market were imitations, but Wang the tailor made these kinds of coats, and they were also very popular.
Zhao Honghui's physique was like a clothes hanger; when he tried on the clothes, the size was just right, making him look even more handsome and valiant.
"That's it!"
This coat is very warm, but it's incredibly heavy and very expensive, costing forty-five yuan a piece, plus cloth and cotton coupons.
Fortunately, she had the foresight to save up some cotton coupons, which came in handy.
Cotton is a strategic resource, and one of the scarce resources. In fact, she had already harvested quite a bit of cotton in her space; the two cotton-padded coats she ordered last time were made with cotton directly.
With Zhao Honghui beside her, she couldn't easily take the money, so she paid directly with cotton coupons.
Subsequently, Xie Yuyao also ordered a set of cotton coat and trousers in the same style, secretly intending to wear them as couple outfits.
Apart from Zhao Honghui's military overcoat, the other clothes will be ready to be picked up in a week.
Once outside the tailor shop, the whole city had fallen silent, and there were hardly any people on the streets.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xie Yuyao shrank her neck. The next moment, a thick coat was put on her body.
Xie Yuyao turned her head, wanting to pull off her coat, but was stopped by Zhao Honghui, who was wearing a thin shirt: "Don't catch a cold, I'm not cold."
"Then hurry back to the guesthouse." Xie Yuyao quickly put on her sleeves, pulled him along, and strode away.
Zhao Honghui strode in to cooperate, his eyes full of smiles.
As we approached the guesthouse, a beam of high beams shone from behind, accompanied by the sound of a car.
A jeep stopped beside him, and Ye Xingchang got out.
A dim, yellowish light bathed him, the sharpness of that night gone. "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Honghui pulled Xie Yuyao forward and said with a smile, "We were a little late watching the movie, so let's just stay overnight."
"Get in the car, come stay at my place."
Zhao Honghui declined, saying, "We've already booked rooms at the guesthouse, so we won't go."
"Knowing I'm in the county town, why are you going to the guesthouse? Check out of the room, let's have a couple of drinks." Ye Xingchang insisted that they move to another place.
Zhao Honghui looked at Xie Yuyao, and seeing her nod, he said, "Then wait a moment, we'll go pack our things."
The two went into the guesthouse to pack their things and check out.
Not long after, Ye Xingchang saw the two men carrying large and small bags as they walked over. After they got into the car and settled in, he joked, "Did you bring the department store home with you?"
"We've only just arrived. By the way, winters here get colder earlier than in Beijing, so you should prepare for the winter."
When Ye Xingchang arrived, it was autumn, and before he knew it, winter had arrived. "Things here have been mostly settled. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be leaving in a few more days."
"Let's have a meal together before you leave."
......
Xie Yuyao listened silently to their chatter, her eyes looking out of the car. All she could see was darkness, with no trace of the prosperity of the future.
The jeep drove into a two-story courtyard, and Hei Zi came out leaning on his cane. When he saw Xie Yuyao, his gaze froze, and he remembered the night he had been on the verge of death.
When Zhao Honghui saw him, he introduced them to each other:
"Yaoyao, this is Heizi. Last time was a misunderstanding."
"Heizi, this is my girlfriend. Thank you for secretly protecting her last time."
As Ye Xingchang's right-hand man, Hei Zi already knew everything about Xie Yuyao.
He nodded to Xie Yuyao, "It was my false claim of being a spy that caused Comrade Xie to misunderstand. As for protection, I played no role whatsoever."
"How could that be? I know you've taken care of several people. Thank you." Xie Yuyao expressed her sincere gratitude.
She has spatial vision and had already spotted Kuroko hiding in the shadows and noticed his actions. This is why she believed him almost completely when he revealed his identity when she wanted to silence him.
Later, after hearing Zhao Honghui's story, she learned that Hei Zi was sent by Ye Xingchang to protect her, and that she had almost killed him.
Every time she thinks about that internal struggle, she feels a lingering fear.
One wrong step leads to another. If she had actually fired that shot, I can't believe what would have happened now.
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