Chapter 38
Pei Xingzhi raised the corner of his mouth, and put his good hand around Meng Wanqiu's waist, pulling her up and sitting her on his lap.
Originally, Pei Xingzhi was sitting, and Meng Wanqiu was squatting on the ground to change his dressing and re-bandage him. Now, Meng Wanqiu was sitting astride Pei Xingzhi's legs. The two looked at each other, Meng Wanqiu lowered her head, and Pei Xingzhi raised his head, with deep affection brewing in his eyes.
The atmosphere became more and more ambiguous, with invisible pink bubbles appearing all around. Meng Wanqiu placed her hand on Pei Xingzhi's face, looking at his thick, heroic eyebrows, deep and tender phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and rosy lips, which made him look particularly sexy.
The white and slender hand pressed and caressed Pei Xingzhi's lips, from the corners of his lips to the sexy lip beads in the middle.
"Why are you so beautiful? No wonder all the girls in the village like to look at you." Meng Wanqiu's voice was light, like a question, but also like an answer to herself.
Pei Xingzhi's eyes darkened, and his hand on Meng Wanqiu's waist gradually tightened. His voice became a little hoarse, "If I don't show it to them, I'll show it to you."
After saying that, he buried his head in Meng Wanqiu's neck, took a deep breath, and felt the warm and unique scent on her body. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a blush spread from the roots of his ears to under his collarbone.
"It doesn't matter. Let them see if they want. She's mine anyway."
Meng Wanqiu is very generous. Everyone has the right to appreciate beauty. As long as you don't touch her, it won't hurt to look at her a few times.
Pei Xingzhi frowned slightly and bit Meng Wanqiu's neck unhappily.
Why didn't she have a possessive feeling towards him? He couldn't stand other men's eyes on her, and he didn't like her attention being on irrelevant people.
Whenever a similar situation occurred, Pei Xingzhi's heart felt extremely sour, as if he had drunk several jars of aged vinegar.
"Hiss, be gentle, are you a dog?"
Meng Wanqiu tried to push Pei Xingzhi away, but was restrained by his strong arms. Not wanting to touch his injured hand, she didn't dare to struggle any further.
After Pei Xingzhi bit it, he licked it and kissed it lovingly.
A tingling sensation spread from her sensitive neck to her whole body. Meng Wanqiu twisted uncomfortably, but touched something. Her body froze instantly and she dared not move.
Pei Xingzhi hummed in a tone that sounded like pain.
The cold voice became a little hoarse, making it seem even sexier. The voice mixed with warmth entered Meng Wanqiu's sensitive ears, making her body soften instantly, and her weight pressed on Pei Xingzhi.
Pei Xingzhi's mind moved, and he exerted force with his arms and actually picked up Meng Wanqiu with one hand.
Meng Wanqiu screamed and quickly hugged Pei Xingzhi's neck.
Crunch——
The door was kicked open, and then there was a creaking sound as the door was closed tightly.
As dusk fell, the sky was covered with a layer of dark purple gauze. Smoke curled up from Qinghe Village, which was shrouded by mountains, and the farmhouses were lit up with dim lights.
In the kitchen, Pei Xingzhi and Meng Wanqiu were each busy with their own things, not talking to each other, but the atmosphere was very warm.
Because they have been busy with the autumn harvest these days and are very tired both physically and mentally, Meng Wanqiu plans to make a good meal to nourish her family.
When Meng Wanqiu was preparing food, Pei Xingzhi would wash the rice and put it in the pot. When Meng Wanqiu was cooking, he would sit at the stove and watch the fire.
There was no need to watch the fire, Pei Xingzhi's eyes were on Meng Wanqiu, never leaving for a moment.
At first, Meng Wanqiu felt a little uncomfortable, but she got used to it. She felt that Pei Xingzhi now was very different from when they first got married. Back then, he was quiet and liked to give her a fake smile from time to time, thinking she couldn't see it, so Meng Wanqiu didn't bother to expose him.
However, Meng Wanqiu also felt a change in herself. At first, she only treated Pei Xingzhi as a tool, and lived a respectful life with him. She couldn't explain why their relationship had become what it was now.
Feeling that Pei Xingzhi was treating her better and better, Meng Wanqiu could not ignore his feelings. She was not afraid of people treating her badly, but she was afraid of people treating her well. Pei Xingzhi's kindness, like the gentle spring rain that moistened everything silently, quietly opened Meng Wanqiu's heart.
She conquered the city silently, and by the time Meng Wanqiu realized it, she had already put the person in her heart and made him an exception besides her family.
The main dish was a giant soft-shelled turtle caught in Oudili a few days ago. There was a clear wild soft-shelled turtle soup, stir-fried bacon with green peppers, stir-fried shredded potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried green beans, and a dish of cold-mixed watercress.
The Meng family likes this dish very much. It is a mixture of sour chili peppers and chopped Houttuynia cordata. The sour and salty taste of the chili peppers combined with the special fragrance of Houttuynia cordata is very appetizing just by smelling it, making people salivate.
However, this only applies to the Meng family. For Pei Xingzhi, a northerner, this dish is something he would never touch.
Meng Wanqiu picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and fed it to Pei Xingzhi's mouth with malicious intent.
Pei Xingzhi frowned, showing a resistance expression. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly opened his mouth, waiting to greet the strange taste.
But Meng Wanqiu suddenly took back the chopsticks and put them in her mouth.
"Mmm, delicious. It's obviously fragrant, so why does it have a fishy smell? I really don't know how to appreciate it."
Knowing that Pei Xingzhi was not used to the taste, Meng Wanqiu did not force him to eat it, but just teased him. Seeing the expression of fear and resistance on his usually cold face, she felt very good.
Pei Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and explained, "I'm not used to this taste."
When Pei Xingzhi spoke to others, his face was gentle, his voice was cold, but his eyes were indifferent.
When he spoke to Meng Wanqiu, even though his voice was cold, he could still feel the difference. Because he cared about Meng Wanqiu, every word he said came from the heart, full of affection.
Always make Meng Wanqiu feel special and give her a full sense of security.
Seeing Meng Wanqiu eating with relish, after taking the second and third bites, Pei Xingzhi couldn't help but frown, with resistance and discomfort in his eyes, as if Meng Wanqiu had eaten something terrible.
Meng Wanqiu rolled her eyes and turned around proudly. People who don’t eat Houttuynia cordata will never know what they have lost.
Every dish Meng Wanqiu cooked was very large in portion. There were many people in the family and they had to do heavy work, so everyone had a big appetite.
When it was completely dark, people in the family came back one after another, washed their hands and faces, and then went to the table to eat.
During the meal, everyone chatted as usual, discussing the harvest. Afterward, they heated up some water for a bath. They were exhausted from the day, and without a hot bath, the fatigue wouldn't dissipate.
After everything was done, everyone went back to sleep, yawning, and the light of the kerosene lamps dimmed in each room.
The room on the left side of the main hall is the room of Meng's father and mother.
The bright moonlight shone in from outside the window, and the furnishings in the room were dimly visible. Meng Aiguo lay on his back with his hands on his head, staring at the dark ceiling with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Aiguo sighed and turned over to lie on his side.
"What's wrong with you these days? Sighing all night long."
Meng Aiguo was startled when Li Lanxiang's voice suddenly rang in his ears. He stood up and tucked the quilt into her. "Did I disturb you?"
Li Lanxiang leaned against the pillow, her hands outside the quilt, "Tell me the truth, what have you been thinking about for several nights."
Ever since her daughter recovered, Li Lanxiang has never seen Meng Aiguo suffer from insomnia again. Every day, he would lie down on the bed one second and start snoring the next.
He has been acting so abnormal these past few days, unable to sleep and sighing all night long. It would be strange if something wasn't wrong with him.
Meng Aiguo was silent for a moment after hearing this. Then, realizing there was no one else around, he spoke out, "Tell me, why does the country allow so many city kids to move to the countryside?"
Li Lanxiang was stunned. As the village women's director, she had attended many meetings in town and was not completely ignorant of politics. "What else could it be? It's just that the city can't afford to support these young people."
What Li Lanxiang said was true. The city simply cannot afford to support these young people nowadays.
In today's social situation, young people like Pei Xingzhi cannot continue their studies without the college entrance examination, and they will be unemployed as there are not enough jobs in society.
There are so many of these educated young people across the country, and the total number is a huge and terrifying one. It is impossible to support such a large group of people staying in the city.
Li Lanxiang didn't explain, but Meng Aiguo understood. He hadn't paid attention to these things before, but after discovering Pei Xingzhi's talent, Meng Aiguo began to care about and think about these things.
As a parent, he began to wonder what the future of his children would be like.
Xingzhi had such abilities, but he was trapped in the countryside, unable to display his talents. Because of his poor background, he would never be recommended for university. If he had no other means or the policy did not change, he would have been forced to work as a farmer for the rest of his life, allowing his talents to be buried.
These days, when Pei Xingzhi was repairing the harvester, Meng Aiguo had been helping Pei Xingzhi. He saw that there was light in Pei Xingzhi's eyes when he was repairing the machine.
He likes these things very much.
Pei Xingzhi married Meng Wanqiu, and Meng Aiguo treated him as his own child. He knew clearly that Pei Xingzhi was actually a very indifferent person. Apart from his family, he hardly cared about anyone or anything.
Now, in terms of mechanics, Meng Aiguo felt love and enthusiasm from Pei Xingzhi for the first time. Pei Xingzhi was fully focused during the repair process, and even felt a little unsatisfied after finishing it.
Meng Aiguo had never seen Pei Xingzhi like this before.
At that moment, Meng Aiguo began to wonder, is it really necessary to let Pei Xingzhi stay in the countryside for the rest of his life?
He spends the whole day working hard with his back to the sky and his face to the earth, and nothing interests him. Is he going to let this kind of life gradually erode his talent?
Meng Aiguo knew Pei Xingzhi's family situation. He knew his father disappeared when he was very young, his mother remarried, and his grandparents passed away one after another. No one considered Pei Xingzhi's future, his prospects, and he had come to this point by himself.
So, Meng Aiguo thought, he was now also Pei Xingzhi's father. As a father, he had the responsibility and obligation to find a way out for Pei Xingzhi and not let him waste his talent and be trapped in the countryside for the rest of his life.
Meng Aiguo told his wife Li Lanxiang about these ideas.
Li Lanxiang listened and sat up as well. She was silent for a moment and sighed, "That's the way it should be. Xingzhi is a good kid, we can't let his talent go to waste.
But the last time you went to the commune meeting, didn’t Lao Hu say that someone was targeting Xingzhi again and that he wouldn’t be recommended for university? So what are you going to do?”
Meng Aiguo pondered for a moment, then got out of bed, lit the kerosene lamp, sat down at the table by the window, took out paper and pen from the drawer, and began to write.
Seeing Meng Aiguo's actions, Li Lanxiang instantly understood his plan. The only people he could write to for help were his comrades from all over the country.
The deeper the night gets, the brighter the moonlight outside the window becomes, and the stars twinkle. It seems that tomorrow will be a sunny day as well.
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