In the evening, Shen Weimin came to Ye's house.
Xie Tingyu rarely has any use for him now, and Shen Weimin doesn't come to the Ye family often. Today he came to the Ye family to hear some things and ask questions.
"Brother Yu, have you heard about what happened today? How is Shuiya now?"
Xie Tingyu didn't say anything, so Shen Weimin repeated it from beginning to end, "It all started when Shui Ya's grandmother said Shui Ya was on the newspaper. A few female educated youth didn't believe it and said a few sarcastic words. Grandma Ye heard it and started a dispute. Later, Shui Ya came and slapped Shen Yan..."
Shen Weimin was just narrating objectively without any personal emotions.
After listening to this, Xie Tingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, with an obvious smile in his eyes.
When Shen Weimin saw it, he stopped and asked, “Brother Yu, what are you laughing at.”
Xie Tingyu said: "It's good."
Shen Weimin stared at Xie Tingyu, "What's good?"
Xie Tingyu silently sipped the water, and also motioned for Shen Weimin to drink water, he said lightly: “You played well.”
The tone was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip down. It was so rude that Shen Weimin almost choked on the water after hearing it. "Are you protecting me like this now, Brother Yu, you..."
"No?"
Shen Weimin looked at the faint smile on Xie Tingyu's face. Seeing his smug look, Shen Weimin's expression became a little strange.
Xie Tingyu met Shen Weimin's surprised look and said, "Yeah."
A short, crisp one-word answer, the voice so soft it was almost a whisper.
"She did appear in the newspaper, and grandma was right."
Shen Weimin said with great regret: "You won't go home? Be a farmer for the rest of your life?"
Hearing this, Xie Tingyu coughed and said, "Aren't we just farmers now? There are some things you don't understand..."
Xie Tingyu looked at Shen Weimin with pity, using the eyes of an understanding person.
"Do me a favor."
Then he got back to the point, frowned and said carefully: "First, please help me buy a copy of the October x edition of the People's Daily from the county, then help me mail some materials, and by the way, help me find a band that can play and sing..."
The men's whispers came out of the house little by little, vague and faint.
Ye Qingshui, who was feeding pigs in the pigsty, thought boredly: Xie Tingyu must know what happened today, where is Shen Weimin?
He might even say bad things about her behind her back, just like he did before.
Ye Qingshui coughed hard.
Xie Tingyu in the room smiled and said, "Let's not talk too much. Let's go. If Shuiya doesn't want to go back to the house, she might feed a lot of mosquitoes outside."
Shen Weimin was dumbfounded at how quickly Xie Tingyu had to demolish the bridge.
…
The night is cool as water.
Ye Qingshui was tired after a day of work, her stomach was aching, and she was tossing and turning in bed. Her first menstruation in her life was not smooth. Today, Ye Qingshui was in a low mood, and her stomach was aching even more.
Xie Tingyu saw the movement, slowly got out of bed, and groped his way to Ye Qingshui's side.
He let out a soft sigh, "Shuiya, go to bed."
Ye Qingshui was not feeling well, and she became even more annoyed when she heard Xie Tingyu's voice. She closed her eyes, pretended to be asleep, and ignored him.
Xie Tingyu soon stopped making any sound. He was probably getting up to go to the toilet. Normally, Ye Qingshui would have gotten up to help him because he was injured and might bump into things while getting up at night. But at this moment, Ye Qingshui didn't have the extra energy to worry about him.
A long time passed, so long that when Ye Qingshui was about to fall asleep, the wooden door creaked open, followed by the sound of the cool night wind and the slightest "click" sound, which was the sound of a match scratching.
The oil lamp was lit. Xie Tingyu dragged his heavy steps, bent down, and said in a faint voice:
"Shui'er, drink some brown sugar water before going to sleep."
Perhaps he knew that she was not asleep, so he placed his large, dry hand on her forehead and put his other hand around her neck, holding her up.
Ye Qingshui opened her eyes and saw Xie Tingyu's cold face. A bowl of steaming hot brown sugar water was handed to her.
She frowned and said in a twisted voice, "I want to sleep."
But Xie Tingyu held the sugar water to her lips and said awkwardly and fiercely, "Grandma said she would make it for you to drink, so be obedient."
Ye Qingshui raised his eyes and saw that his forehead was slightly soaked with sweat, and the sweat flowed down his face. Such a head full of hot sweat seemed a bit out of place with the overly cool night.
Ye Qingshui's arms were covered with tiny bumps due to the night wind.
"Why did you wake up grandma?"
Ye Qingshui frowned and questioned him.
Xie Tingyu's expression suddenly became a little strange. He was silent for a long time before he said, "I didn't mean it..."
"Drink it, and then go to bed."
As he spoke, another bead of sweat flowed down from his brow bone and sank into his cotton sweatshirt. He lowered his head to wipe the sweat off his face and took a breath. The weak oil lamp shone on his deep face, and her shadow was reflected in his dark eyes. Small, but full.
It was rare for him to stare at him so closely and intently. At this moment, Ye Qingshui had a trance-like illusion.
Ye Qingshui quietly swallowed the sugar water in the bowl. The ginger slices were cut thickly, and the sugar water had a spicy taste of ginger. After drinking it, her throat felt hot and her stomach felt warm. The spicy taste made her eyes misty, it was both sour and spicy.
Xie Tingyu frowned, his stern expression seemed to be mixed with a bit of disgust: "Why are you crying?"
Ye Qingshui wiped his eyes and said, "I didn't cry."
She drank half of the syrup. It was so sweet that it made her feel dizzy. She had never tasted syrup so sweet before.
Ye Qingshui stared at the remaining bowl of water and couldn't drink it anymore.
Xie Tingyu frowned again.
He stared at her, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she raised her head stubbornly and glared back.
The tiny light was whirring in the night wind, the light and shadows danced, and the man's cold eyes also had an inexplicable emotion dancing. It was dark and dripping with water. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and there was a quiet, indescribable tenderness flowing.
At this time, A Niang's tired voice sounded: "Shui'er...do you have a stomachache? A Niang, come and take a look?"
Xie Tingyu and Ye Qingshui in the room immediately looked away.
Xie Tingyu put the bowl on the table and said, "Mother, don't come in yet."
He took Ye Qingshui's hand, stood up, and pushed her onto the bed. In one smooth and efficient move, he rolled up the bedding and stuffed it into the closet.
After waiting outside the door for a while, Ye's mother came in and saw her son-in-law and daughter sitting on the bed.
My daughter held the bowl and lowered her head to drink the sugar water.
Mother Ye sighed sleepily, walked over and touched Ye Qingshui's palm, which was warm, and sweat appeared on her back. She looked at her daughter's lips carefully, and they had regained their color.
"I didn't think it was a big deal. He's a nice guy. Xiao Xie was so anxious that he almost set the woodshed on fire..."
Mother Ye suddenly fell silent. It was the middle of the night and her mind was not working well, so she even exposed her son-in-law's shortcomings without thinking.
She quickly came to her senses and said, "It's good that Shui'er is fine. Xiao Xie knows how to make ginger sugar water. Let Shui'er drink some before going to bed next time."
After saying this, Ye Ma rubbed her eyes, closed the door and left the room.
Xie Tingyu and Ye Qingshui were left staring at each other.
Xie Tingyu coughed and said, "That's not true. Mother is exaggerating."
"Just sleep peacefully."
Ye Qingshui couldn't imagine Xie Tingyu setting the firewood room on fire in a hurry. This was probably just a figment of his mother's imagination. A young man from a wealthy family like him had never worked in a firewood room before, so he was so clumsy that he set the firewood room on fire.
Seeing that the blanket on the floor had been taken away, Ye Qingshui gave up the idea of sleeping on the floor. When her body touched her soft blanket, her bones felt like they were going to go limp. It was autumn now, and Xie Tingyu's blanket was also taken out. At this moment, it felt like she was diving into a soft and gentle cotton cloud when she put it under her body.
Seeing Ye Qingshui's silly, child-like expression, Xie Tingyu turned around and couldn't help laughing.
After a while, he pulled the quilt over Ye Qingshui, covering her body below the neck, leaving only her face exposed.
He said, "Go to sleep."
The man's deep voice was as mellow as aged wine, gentle but long-lasting, and as warm as a spring breeze, making people feel drunk.
Ye Qingshui closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
Xie Tingyu looked at the fresh face in the pine green quilt. It was sweaty and covered with broken hair. There was fatigue and peace in the corners of its eyes. It was sleeping soundly and comfortably.
Her grown-up face still retains a trace of childishness, between a woman and a girl, like a gradually blooming flower bud, fragile and beautiful.
Xie Tingyu's dark eyes seemed to reflect a gradually smoldering fire, and he watched silently for a long time.
He chose to accept his fate, took out the bedding from the closet and slept on the floor.
…
The next day.
Shen Weimin was very efficient and bought the People's Daily at noon. He took out one of the pages, stroked his chin and exclaimed in amazement.
"Some people in the educated youth camp also subscribe to newspapers, but why don't I see such reports?"
This question is very thought-provoking. In the past, Shen Weimin thought that women's quarrels were no big deal, but this time he thought deeply that it was not that simple.
He couldn't help but praise Xie Tingyu: "Since ancient times, beautiful women have brought disasters, but here it has become men who bring disasters. Brother Yu, how do you feel?"
Xie Tingyu said nothing and put the newspaper into the cabinet.
Shen Weimin added: "The materials have been sent out, and the singing group you asked me to find has also been found. It cost me five dollars!"
Xie Tingyu wanted to return the money to him, but Shen Weimin refused. He looked fierce and said, "Do I still owe you this little money?"
"Brother Yu, what do you want to do?"
Xie Tingyu said: "I don't want to do anything."
He smiled, but his smile was very faint, like the cold wind in winter.
Ye Qingshui brought the meal into the house. Seeing the creepy smile on his face, she said, "Xie Tingyu, it's time to eat!"
Today she made Furong Chicken Rice. She took the best piece of chicken breast, cut it into thin strips and chopped it into a paste, added egg white, and hot pork in a pan and spread it into slices. The chicken slices were thin and large, but not soluble or broken. She cut the lettuce and sprinkled green beans and chopped green onions. She poured in starch liquid to make the soup thicker.
The meat of the chicken slices in lotus leaves is as yellow as jade, tender and fragrant, just like being mixed in nectar, delicious and tempting. This light, nutritious, easy-to-absorb high-protein food is most suitable for people recovering from injuries.
Xie Tingyu eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats every day, and can gain several pounds.
Shen Weimin smelled the fragrance and swallowed subconsciously, his stomach growling uncontrollably.
Xie Tingyu smiled, stirred with a small spoon, and took a sip. The lotus chicken slices slid into his throat tenderly, refreshing and delicious...
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