Ye family.
When Ye Qingshui learned that he had to dig a well in the summer, he lay on the desk with a worried look on his face.
Xie Tingyu had finished his work and showered, and returned to the house. He said calmly, "There's no point in worrying. What's going to happen will happen sooner or later. I... heard that you made a bet with those female educated youth?"
This is the news Xie Tingyu heard from Shen Weimin.
Shen Weimin's original words were: "Brother Yu, Shui Ya is really amazing. She dared to bet with the female educated youth. Shui Ya made a harsh statement and told the female educated youth to shut up and stop gossiping."
Xie Tingyu joked: "Shui Ya, you have to study hard this time."
Although the girl kept telling him that she wanted to learn cultural knowledge, apart from memorizing some Chinese texts, she didn't work hard on anything else and was quite lazy.
Ye Qingshui glanced at him, the sadness on his face not diminished at all.
There's no point in worrying?
Xie Tingyu had no idea what was going on. That year, there was a severe drought for two consecutive months, and their brigade could not dig a well. Without water, many members of the brigade went to steal water from the brigade next door. When they were discovered, they fought fiercely. A lot of messy accounts were caused.
Finally, the commune decided to build a reservoir, which took many years to build. Not only was it a waste of money and labor, but it also had little effect. Life in Yejia Village was getting worse day by day. Fortunately, in the early 1980s, the land was distributed to each household, and the farmers' lives became better.
Ye Qingshui was unwilling to dig wells for months even though he knew it was useless. In his previous life, his grandmother did the hard work of digging wells. She was so tired that she accidentally fell from a height and sprained her waist. She has been bedridden ever since.
Ye Qingshui couldn't help but reveal confusion in his eyes, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Xie Tingyu pulled Ye Qingshui's braids. Ye Qingshui's two braids were shiny black and felt soft, as if they were trapped in a dark cloud.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Ye Qingshui frowned in pain.
Xie Tingyu said: "I say, you have to prepare well."
Ye Qingshui then perked up her spirits. She glanced at Xie Tingyu and said, "I am being treated so badly by them, isn't it because of... who?"
"So - you have to help me. I want to borrow your book this time. Do you have any objection?"
Monotonous and boring working life needs some spiritual food. Ye Qingshui loves reading and has long coveted Xie Tingyu's collection of books. But she never mentioned it. She would rather save money slowly to buy books in the bookstore. But the books in the bookstore are not as interesting as Xie Tingyu's collection.
Many of the books were sent by him from the capital. The contents were interesting and the hardcover books looked elegant and valuable. Occasionally after work, Xie Tingyu would sit at the table and read books leisurely. A cup of tea was placed beside him, and his slender thumb occasionally turned the pages of the book.
This is very different from the stinky men in the village who smoke and play cards after work. In his previous life, Xie Tingyu, all his appearances, were what Ye Qingshui yearned for and desired.
But Ye Qingshui is different now, because she has become what she once longed for. She no longer envies Xie Tingyu, and she has become fond of reading.
Xie Tingyu nodded indifferently.
Ye Qingshui happily went to look through the books in his several large wooden boxes. After she finished looking through one box, she turned to the second one, as delighted as a hamster sitting on a few acres of fertile land.
The strong sunlight at noon poured in through the window, casting silhouettes on the ground. Ye Qingshui squatted on the ground with his waist slightly bent, running his thumb across one book after another, flipping through many books. The mountain of books in his arms became thicker and thicker.
Dots of golden light fell on the hair on her forehead, and her eyes were filled with concentration and enthusiasm. The thin white mask straps passed through her small ears, and her face below the nose was completely covered. She looked quiet and cool.
Xie Tingyu, who had just finished taking a shower, felt... a little hot. He looked at Ye Qingshui inquiringly and asked, "Isn't it hot to wear a mask all day?"
Ye Qingshui said vaguely: "It's hot, why isn't it hot? You will understand if you try it."
Ye Qingshui's facial mask recipe will take three months to take effect. Picking it off too early will affect the effect.
"The cover of this book looks so interesting." She couldn't help but pick up one of the hardcover books with a brown cover and gold paint and opened it to take a look.
The crooked, twisted tadpole script that rushed towards me was even more terrifying than reading a Chinese book. This was Russian.
In the 1950s and 1960s, China and the Soviet Union were fraternal countries. At that time, there was a trend of learning Russian, which was loved by many intellectuals. On the contrary, English gradually became popular in the 1980s and 1990s. She put down the tadpole script classic in her hand and stuffed it back into the box.
Xie Tingyu had already wiped the sweat off his face with a towel. He said calmly, "Do you understand this? How dare you flip through it. Don't mess with these books."
Ye Qingshui was sensitive to this sentence after realizing it belatedly.
Because in his previous life, Xie Tingyu said this sentence too often.
At that time, Xie Tingyu would scold her harshly: "You don't understand it, why are you flipping through it?", "Do you understand it, and you dare to flip through it?", "You don't understand... why are you asking?" and so on.
Suddenly, Ye Qingshui thought about these old things, and his heart was slightly disturbed.
She took a deep breath and said unhappily, "I am not happy with what you said. It's just Russian. Why don't I understand it?"
"Ah, will you keep a few more?"
Xie Tingyu, who was drinking water slowly, choked on his tea unexpectedly.
It took him a long time to regain his composure. He said, "What does this mean?"
Ye Qingshui finished selecting the books he liked with satisfaction.
"It's an insult, don't you know?"
Fortunately, Ye Qingshui had a good memory, so she could remember this sentence. After racking her brains, she could only remember this sentence. She remembered that sometimes when she said something wrong or thought she was stupid, Xie Tingyu would say this sentence with a dark face.
Sometimes he would even pull her braids in a vicious way and drive her out to stand facing the wall as punishment.
Ye Qingshui walked to the bedside holding Xie Tingyu's precious book, saw Xie Tingyu staring at her blankly, and pulled her newly bought privacy curtain over in annoyance.
"What are you looking at! It's not proper for a grown man to stare at a girl all day long."
Xie Tingyu: “…”
Xie Tingyu stared at the black cloth. The small piece of cloth almost completely blocked the scene inside. The strong light of noon poured in, faintly highlighting her back as she held a book. Her two long braids hung down mischievously like a neat and beautiful fish tail.
He was speechless.
Ya Liu Bu Liu Ji Bi Ya (I love you), who is being dishonest?
…
Ye Qingshui's guess was right. Just a few days after the busy farming season, the members were called to dig wells before they could even stretch their tired bodies. An old lady like Grandma, who was only in her 50s and still strong, must also go to work.
When Ye Qingshui thought of his grandmother's injured waist, he wished he could take on all the work himself.
She was a young woman with quick hands and feet and worked quickly. Whenever she had time, she would go to fan the old lady and serve her some cold boiled water. The old people in the production team could not help but envy her:
"Baliang, your granddaughter knows how to be filial... and your son-in-law is good too. Your life will get better and better in the future, and you will have endless blessings."
The old lady drank the boiled water that the water girl brought her. There was a hint of salt in it, which was very light salt water. The boiled water restored her strength.
She said angrily, "Shui Ya, don't come to Grandma's place all the time. If you have time, go and bring some water to Xiao Xie. That's the more important thing to do. The work over there is exhausting."
Ye Qingshui wanted to stay by the grandmother's side and stare at her, so how could he possibly go to bring water to Xie Tingyu? He filled a pot with salt water early in the morning, and was very self-sufficient!
Ye Qingshui took out another boiled egg from his arms and handed it to Grandma Ye.
She whispered, "Grandma, eat quickly. It will be too late if you start working later."
Grandma Ye was so hungry that her eyes were blurry, but the weather was dry and the hot water was gone, and she didn't want to eat dry food and pickles. Now the warm boiled egg handed to her by Ye Qingshui made her mouth water.
She wolfed down the eggs and ate a steamed bun.
The abundant food supply of Grandma Ye made others envious: having a wealthy grandson-in-law made things different. Grandma Ye could not only afford white flour buns, but also eggs.
Grandma Ye endured all the envious looks and felt the sweetness in her mouth as she chewed the dry food.
She pushed her granddaughter and scolded her with a smile: "Go away, go away. Even if you don't go to bring water to Xiao Xie, you have to go back to work. If you just cling to your mother-in-law, be careful or the team leader will scold you!"
Ye Qingshui reluctantly ran back home and filled another large pot of boiling water. She thought that the man's work was tiring, probably repairing water conservancy projects, so she took Xie Tingyu's thermos and filled it with half a bottle of water.
When Ye Qingshui brought hot water to Xie Tingyu, Xie Tingyu had already used up all the water.
Xie Tingyu is talking to Shen Weimin.
Shen Weimin's mouth was dry, "I'm sorry, Brother Yu gave you so much water, and you have no water to drink. Let's wait for a while."
Xie Tingyu thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, Shui Ya will bring water."
Shen Weimin looked back inadvertently and saw Ye Qingshui standing behind them with a kettle, and he didn't know when he came. There was surprise in his eyes, and he couldn't hide his joy at seeing the water.
He opened his mouth wide and said in a low voice: "Brother Yu, you are as good as a god."
He nudged Xie Tingyu's shoulder with his elbow and asked him to look back.
After listening to the two people's "whispering", Ye Qingshui's face was gloomy. She handed the kettle to Xie Tingyu, "Grandma asked me to come here, drink it."
Xie Tingyu smiled and took the kettle readily: "Thank you, Shui Ya'er."
After Ye Qingshui delivered the water, he felt weak all over.
How could Xie Tingyu be so sure that she would bring him water without thinking? Ye Qingshui almost got angry when she heard the nonchalant but confident tone. Did Xie Tingyu still think that she was still the enthusiastic and silly Qingshui? How could she give him such an illusion?
In her previous life, Qingshui was such a silly girl. She didn't want him to feel tired at all. When he cut his finger, she would say with red eyes: "You must be in pain."
How could he be thirsty? Ye Qingshui felt even more itchy when he thought of the aggrieved and humble days many years ago.
…
Construction site.
After Ye Qingshui left, Shen Weimin held up the thermos and filled several large cups with water before sighing with satisfaction: "I'm alive again."
"Brother Yu, how come you are so predictable?"
Xie Tingyu hesitated for a while and said, "She goes to Grandma Ye's place every day now, and she asked me to bring more water today."
The other men glanced at Xie Tingyu's thermos kettle with big red Double Happiness characters on it, and then looked at the thin bamboo kettle in their own pockets. Their throats felt dry and uncomfortable, and they couldn't help but feel envious.
The married man said with a smile: "It's good to have a wife. I have water to drink at times like this."
The author has something to say:
Shui Ya: Emmmm...How did I give him this illusion?
It's hard to describe
Brother Yu: Oh, whether to stay in Gibeah or not.
Flirt and run, exciting.
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