Chapter 20 Trouble
After eating the sweet White Rabbit milk candy, the two went to rinse their mouths. When Meng Wanqiu came back, she took off her clothes, wearing a light blue bellyband and thigh-length shorts, and climbed onto the bed with her smooth back bare.
Meng Wanqiu has vest-style underwear, but she still likes to wear a bellyband at night, which is cool and comfortable. She has made many of them for herself.
This scene appeared before Pei Xingzhi's eyes. He did not look away uncomfortably as before, but looked forward naturally.
His eyes darkened, Pei Xingzhi changed into his sleeping clothes, turned off the kerosene lamp, and the room became dim. Pei Xingzhi reached for the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down on it.
After Pei Xingzhi lay down on the bed, Meng Wanqiu turned over and looked at Pei Xingzhi sideways.
Noticing Meng Wanqiu's actions, Pei Xingzhi also turned sideways, put his hand around the pillow and supported his chin to look at her.
Meng Wanqiu curled her lips, her eyes twinkling. She imitated Pei Xingzhi's movements, wrapping her arm around the pillow to support her chin. "Where are you from?"
After being married for so long, she knew nothing about him except that he was an educated youth who knew a lot of things. She didn't care before, but today she suddenly became curious about him.
In the dim light, Pei Xingzhi held his forehead with his hand and said, "I'm from the capital."
He moved a little closer to Meng Wanqiu, almost feeling her body temperature, and gritted his teeth, "You didn't know before?"
When he proposed marriage, he had already told the elders of the Meng family about his situation. Could it be that Meng Wanqiu didn't ask anything at all, even knowing who he was, and just married him like that? Isn't it too hasty?
Meng Wanqiu shrank back and stiffly changed the subject: "Wow, have you been to Tiananmen Square?"
When Pei Xingzhi saw her like this, he knew that it must be the same as he guessed. He sighed helplessly and thought, forget it, whether he asked or not, it was a foregone conclusion. Besides, he had planned to live a good life with her from the beginning.
Although his current married life is not quite what he had imagined at the beginning, he found that he did not hate this change, and even liked it a little.
Pei Xingzhi did not deny that he did have a good impression of Meng Wanqiu, and this affection was even deepening.
Ever since his grandparents passed away when he was eight years old, Pei Xingzhi has been alone and has never experienced the feeling of someone waiting for him to come home.
At the village entrance late at night, when Pei Xingzhi heard Meng Wanqiu's words "You're back", his world seemed to change from black and white to brilliant colors.
Meng Wanqiu seemed to have mastered the only key that could open the door in Pei Xingzhi's heart.
A chubby hand waved in front of Pei Xingzhi's eyes, bringing his wandering thoughts back.
"What are you thinking about? You haven't replied to me yet?" Meng Wanqiu's soft voice sounded.
“Yes.”
After figuring out his own feelings, Pei Xingzhi stopped worrying about it.
"Have you ever met the host?"
Meng Wanqiu propped herself up and came closer. She admired the great leader. Her father, Meng Aiguo, had participated in the military parade in 1949 and had seen the chairman from afar once.
But this one incident became the lifelong pride of Meng's father. Every time he mentioned this incident, Meng's father could talk about it all night long.
Those big, twinkling eyes made Pei Xingzhi's heart move. "I saw them once when I was a child."
“Wow—”
Meng Wanqiu opened her mouth wide.
Pei Xingzhi came closer and touched Meng Wanqiu's head. "If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to Tiananmen."
Hearing this, Meng Wanqiu excitedly grabbed Pei Xingzhi's clothes on his chest and asked, "Really?"
Pei Xingzhi smiled and nodded, and his big hand rested on the soft little hand.
In the darkness, the two looked at each other, one with a pair of watery and pure round eyes, the other with a pair of deep and complex phoenix eyes, the warm breath between their noses overlapped, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Pei Xingzhi held Meng Wanqiu's hand and gradually increased the force, and Meng Wanqiu fell down. Pei Xingzhi also pressed on Meng Wanqiu.
Meng Wanqiu was suppressed and made a "hmm" sound.
Pei Xingzhi propped himself up, his Adam's apple moving, looking into her bright eyes that seemed to reflect the stars. His hand gradually placed on Meng Wanqiu's face, his fingertips slid, and finally stopped on her pink lips.
Pei Xingzhi lowered his head, his thin lips lingering on top, as if waiting for Meng Wanqiu's reaction. After a while of no movement, he slowly pressed forward.
It was just as he expected, soft and a little cold, like jelly.
Pei Xingzhi closed his eyes and slowly sucked the two pieces of soft flesh. He pried open the pearly teeth with the tip of his tongue and carefully but without rejection probed in.
Meng Wanqiu closed her eyes, raised her arms and hugged Pei Xingzhi, and opened her lips in accordance with his strength. She was at a loss at first, then gradually adapted, and finally took the initiative to respond.
This feeling of lips and teeth touching each other made Meng Wanqiu feel very novel. She didn't know that kissing could be like this. It felt like her soul was being moved.
I don't know how long it took, the moon hid behind the clouds, in the dark room, the bed was raised high, and the quilt slipped to the waist. The two hugged each other tightly, breathing rapidly, waiting for the tingling sensation in their bodies to pass.
"How is it? Are you scared?"
Pei Xingzhi pushed the messy hair from Meng Wanqiu's temples behind her ears, gently pinched her fleshy earlobe, and spoke in a hoarse and low voice.
Meng Wanqiu was still breathing heavily, looking at Pei Xingzhi with bright eyes.
“Again!”
Pei Xingzhi was stunned at first, then he curled his lips into a smile, pinched her chin, and covered her again.
On this day, Meng Aiguo was on his way to the village committee when the team leader Jiang He suddenly came to him this morning and said that they would hold a meeting in the afternoon to discuss some things.
The shape of Qinghe Village is a bit like a twisted Chinese character "目". The Meng family is at the lower left corner, and the village committee is at the upper right corner. Meng Aiguo has to pass by the doors of many villagers to go to the village committee.
Just then, he met the village's deputy captain, Liu Chenggen, who was also Liu Aimin's father and the husband of Aunt Liu who "loved to ask questions". He was wearing a washed-out jacket, holding a pipe in his hand and a pipe tied around his waist, and just came out of his house.
"Ahem, is Old Meng going to the village committee?"
"Everyone told you to smoke less, but look at you, you cough every day wherever you go." Meng Aiguo frowned. The 1.80-meter-tall man stood straight. Even though he had been away from the army for many years, he still kept the habits he had when he was a soldier.
Meng Aiguo is of the same age as Liu Chenggen, but Meng Aiguo looks five or six years younger than Liu Chenggen.
Liu Chenggen was about to retort, but a mouthful of phlegm came out of his throat again. He opened his mouth and started coughing heart-wrenchingly. Meng Aiguo was annoyed and walked up to him, patted Liu Chenggen on the back, and helped him put out his cigarette.
Liu Chenggen: ...
The two walked towards the village committee, and just as they reached the door, they heard voices inside.
"Old Jiang, have you thought it through? Why is it so difficult for you to do this?"
This was the voice of Accountant Old Wu. It had been so long since he had last told Jiang He about adding a scorekeeper position. Whenever he asked him what he thought about it, he always laughed it off.
"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? Don't worry, I've thought about it and will do as you say." Jiang He sat opposite Old Wu, with a forced smile on his face, but he was very annoyed in his heart.
At the same time, he was very disappointed with his daughter Jiang Xiuxiu, so he asked her to learn abacus. However, she didn't make any progress after studying for so long, so he had to deal with the old man, Old Wu, every day.
"What are you talking about?" Meng Aiguo pushed the door open and asked in confusion.
"That's good. It's such a small thing, but you're taking so long to think about it." Old Wu complained. Seeing Meng Aiguo and Liu Chenggen come in, he explained, "I've been doing the job of accountant and scorekeeper for our village. It's too troublesome, so I was thinking of finding someone to do the job of scorekeeper specifically."
The Qinghe Village Production Team has nearly 150 people, including 50 to 60 laborers. Every day's work situation must be recorded at any time. Old Wu really can't bear it anymore.
Impatience flashed in Jiang He's cloudy eyes. Old Wu had already agreed, but he was still pestering him. Sooner or later, he would find a chance to remove his accounting position.
Liu Chenggen: "That's all."
Jiang He: "Not only that, in addition to adding a scorekeeper position, we also need someone to raise the pigs. Previously, Mrs. Zhou has been raising the pigs. She is old and has to cut vegetables for the pigs, cook pig food, and shovel pig manure every few days. She can't handle it physically."
Meng Aiguo nodded. This matter was reasonable. Mrs. Zhou was old, so it was reasonable for her to find someone to help.
Jiang He continued, "But the job of scorekeeper isn't something anyone can do. First, you have to be from a poor or lower-middle peasant family. Second, you have to be educated. Being able to write and calculate is a must, and you have to know how to use an abacus. Finally, you have to be responsible and conscientious in your work. You have to be honest and upright, and you can't abuse your power for personal gain."
Liu Chenggen, Meng Aiguo and Old Wu nodded, thinking that what Jiang He said made sense.
“It’s a must.”
"What Lao Jiang said makes sense."
Jiang He folded his hands and placed them on the table. Seeing that everyone present nodded in approval, he put on a smug smile, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his mouth.
"But, as everyone knows, the job of scorekeeper is very popular and well-earned. I plan to hold a competition in our village, and whoever has the best score will get the job."
Liu Chenggen: "Ahem, sure."
Old Wu: "It should have been done a long time ago."
Meng Aiguo: "Agree."
"Then it's settled." Jiang He turned to look at Old Wu. "After the meeting, I'll make a public announcement to inform everyone about this. You stay and we'll discuss the content of the competition."
Old Wu: “No problem.”
Seeing that things had almost been discussed, Meng Aiguo prepared to get up and leave.
"Wait, Aiguo, I have something to tell you." Jiang He stopped Meng Aiguo who was about to leave.
Hearing this, Meng Aiguo sat back in his seat and nodded for Jiang He to speak.
Jiang He leaned back in his chair, his hands on the table shifted to his knees, his posture relaxed, even a little arrogant. "I have a candidate in mind for the pig farming position mentioned earlier."
Meng Aiguo frowned, his eyes turned cold, like a sharp sword, pointing straight towards the river.
"How's your girl?"
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