“No need to ask.” Fu Yucheng patted his chest. “I ran into her mother this morning. She said the girl carries her schoolbag around the yard every day, like a little peacock.”
Yun Tangyin couldn't help but laugh: "Then I'll embroider a pencil case for her, made of bamboo, to match her schoolbag."
Fu Yucheng suddenly sat up: "I'll go make pencil case holders right now, I guarantee they'll be better looking than the ones sold at the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Don't go." Yun Tangyin grabbed him. "The old Chinese medicine doctor said that weaving bamboo ware at night can hurt your eyes. We can weave it tomorrow."
She leaned closer to him. "Talk to me. Tell me, when you were in the army, did you ever secretly weave bamboo ware?"
"I have." Fu Yucheng smiled as he stroked her hair. "I made bamboo cigarette boxes for my comrades, with five-pointed stars carved on them. They treasured them like precious gems."
Yun Tangyin looked up at him and said, "Then you can make me a cigarette box too, and I'll put sunflower seeds in it for you."
“You don’t smoke.” Fu Yucheng chuckled, looking down. “I’ll make you a bamboo jewelry box to store your silver hairpins and earrings. It’s more moisture-proof than a wooden box.”
Moonlight streamed through the bamboo window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Yun Tangyin snuggled closer to Fu Yucheng, listening to him tell funny stories about the army, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
In her daze, she heard Fu Yucheng say in her ear, "When we have a child, the three of us will live together for the rest of our lives."
Yun Tangyin silently agreed in her heart, a smile on her lips, and fell into a deep sleep.
In her dream, she and Fu Yucheng were holding hands with a chubby baby. The baby was holding a small bamboo rattle drum and chasing after Erzhuzi's bamboo fishing boat in the yard. Their laughter was like wind chimes, one string after another.
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