The quilt is very soft, light and soft, and it feels like cotton when you sink into it.
This was made by Ye Qingshui herself after the harvest in the fall. She bought some cotton and quilted it. The quilt was filled with her faint fragrance, warm, light, and almost imperceptible.
Xie Tingyu felt feverish and uncomfortable all over, as if he was on a stove. He crawled into Ye Qingshui's bed and was wrapped in warmth. All he could smell was Ye Qingshui's scent, sweet and warm. He felt solid and secure.
He was dizzy and irritable due to fever, and suddenly he felt that the whole world had become quiet, and the only sound he could hear was the regular breathing of the person beside him.
Ye Qingshui felt annoyed by the hot body pressing against her, and she was about to move his hands away.
But Xie Tingyu was one step ahead and quickly moved away. His voice seemed to be dulled by the heat, hoarse and vague, with a kind of heart-breaking fragility. He seemed to be talking in his sleep:
"Shui'er, no one has ever been so kind to me."
He was a little confused and muttered to himself: "Why, don't you just keep going..."
In the middle of the night, Xie Tingyu was feverish and his lips were dry and flaky. In his dream, he tasted the hot ginger soup, which was bitter and astringent, and kept pouring into him, spoonful after spoonful. He didn't like the taste and closed his lips tightly.
Ye Qingshui held the spoon, wishing he could use it to pierce his throat.
If it weren't for Xie Tingyu's pity, she wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.
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In the early morning, birds chirped as they pecked at fruits on the treetops. In late October, the air was cold and dry, and a thin layer of frost hit the branches and leaves.
When Xie Tingyu woke up, he found himself sweating all over, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, but his head was clear and he felt very energetic.
Even with such a severe fever, he was almost completely recovered the next day. He thought about the great treatment he had received last night, but he would not have it again tonight, and he felt very regretful.
Ye Qingshui did not reject him last night. In the middle of the night, Xie Tingyu seemed to taste the spicy taste of ginger soup in a daze. After waking up, there was a taste of ginger in his mouth. He suddenly felt a little sweet in his heart.
She still likes him after all, but she is just soft-hearted.
Xie Tingyu reviewed the past events from beginning to end and felt that his judgment was correct, so he became full of energy.
Thinking about the fragrant and soft jade in the evening, Xie Tingyu couldn't help wanting to get better after thinking about it.
In the early morning, before daybreak, when Ye Qingshui got up, she brushed aside the wet hair on Xie Tingyu's forehead and touched his forehead. The temperature had returned to normal. She couldn't help but sigh: Xie Tingyu's body was as strong as an ox, and the guilt in her heart suddenly disappeared.
Ye Qingshui went to work without any burden.
Ye Zhongjian couldn't help but feel a little upset when he saw his niece getting up to work before dawn, while his niece's husband was still sleeping soundly in bed.
But he was the elder, and since they were just getting to know each other, he didn't feel comfortable criticizing his niece's husband. In the end, he said nothing and went to work in the fields with his hoe.
In Ye Zhongjian's eyes, Xie Tingyu was just a pretty boy who was too handsome. He was said to be an educated youth from the city, and it was probably because of his appearance that he was able to charm him.
When Ye Zhongjian came back from work, he saw Xie Tingyu still at home, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Xie Tingyu didn't know that he had unintentionally left the impression of a "pretty boy" in the eyes of his uncle.
Ye Zhongjian frowned and called Xie Tingyu out.
He looked at the midday sun and asked Xie Tingyu: "What do you usually do at home?"
Xie Tingyu has only been feeling better these few days, and he was rarely the one to do hard labor before. He could hear the disdain in Uncle Ye's words, and Xie Tingyu couldn't help but touch his nose.
"Chopping wood."
Uncle Ye almost fainted when he heard this.
"You don't want to do the work of fetching water, sweeping the floor, and cooking?"
Xie Tingyu answered honestly: "Shui Ya doesn't let me do these jobs."
Ye Zhongjian originally thought that this pretty boy was already pretty useless, but he didn't expect him to be this useless.
Uncle Ye controlled his temper and said with a dark face, "My mother and sister-in-law are exhausted from working in the fields. You should at least cook a meal for them to eat when they come back. Don't you know how to cook? Come with me."
Xie Tingyu originally wanted to nod, but he was afraid that if he did, Uncle Ye would be angry to death.
He wanted to explain something, but the words went around in circles in his mouth and he finally chose to remain silent.
Uncle Ye walked into the woodshed and found a piece of meat on the stove. In addition to the meat, the oil jar was still full of lard. In addition, there was flour and rice in the barrels for food. The house seemed to be different.
But Ye Zhongjian knew too well how poor his family was. How could they become so wealthy in just half a year? He thought that this must be the money his mother and sister-in-law saved to welcome him.
Uncle Ye took out the radish and used the knife to slice it into slices. As he sliced, he said to his nephew-in-law, "Radish is not easy to cook. Cut it thinner to save firewood. Would you like to try it?"
Xie Tingyu also started cutting radishes in the same way. After cutting the radishes, he scooped two large spoonfuls of lard according to the amount Ye Qingshui would cook.
Uncle Ye’s eyelids couldn’t help twitching when he saw this. Who would use oil as water when cooking?
"You really have never cooked at home?"
Xie Tingyu nodded sadly.
Uncle Ye couldn't help but wonder what kind of family could raise such a lazy man. No wonder he had such delicate skin and tender flesh.
He made the silly girl so happy that she worked hard to support him.
Ye Qingshui, Grandma Ye and Mother Ye returned home and smelled the fragrance of rice.
The old lady was overjoyed, "It must be Erwa who cooked."
After washing her hands, Ye Qingshui walked into the woodshed and saw Xie Tingyu stir-frying last night's leftovers and beating eggs to make fried rice.
Uncle Ye next to him was watching Xie Tingyu like a landlord watching his farmhand working.
"It's enough to crack one egg. If you crack so many eggs, won't you have to eat tomorrow?"
He said earnestly, "Since Tingyu has come to our Ye family, you can't be so lazy. Our Ye family is so poor that we don't do any work and can't even drink the northwest wind. After dinner, go fill the water tank and chop the firewood. You can't keep asking people to urge you to do these easy jobs. A man should be upright and make it easier for the women in the family."
Uncle Ye's words almost made Grandma Ye faint: Oh my god, what is Erwa talking about? How can you let your grandson-in-law, who has inconvenient hands and feet, do such rough work?
Ye's mother's face turned red like an apple. She wanted to remind Uncle Ye that the family was not poor, and that they could eat meat every now and then and rice every day, all thanks to their son-in-law.
Everyone in the village envied them so much that their eyes were almost red with envy.
Only Ye Qingshui couldn't help laughing. Her uncle was so cute. From the tone of his voice, did he think Xie Tingyu was a lazy and ignorant person?
If Xie Tingyu's powerful parents and doted sister saw this scene, they would probably feel dizzy.
Xie Tingyu blushed a little after being scolded, but when he saw Ye Qingshui smile, he felt that being scolded for so long was worth it.
He sat down and ate his rice in big mouthfuls. After he finished eating, he quickly went to chop wood.
Mother Ye and Grandma Ye looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't help but remind Uncle Ye, "Xiao Xie's hands and feet are not flexible. He has finally recovered from his injuries after lying in bed. Don't bother him. He is a very honest person."
Uncle Ye said vaguely, "How long have you raised it? It seems to be quite flexible."
Ye's mother said, "More than two months."
Uncle Ye choked on his tea.
It turns out that I have been raising it for more than two months in one go.
Uncle Ye was surrounded by rough men, the kind who would not leave the front line even if they were slightly injured, and would go back to work after a month of recuperation for serious injuries. Suddenly, he saw such a delicate man, and he taught him softly, which made his mother and sister-in-law at home feel distressed.
Uncle Ye thought with a dark face, this pretty boy is really capable.
Ye's mother finished eating quickly and quickly stopped her son-in-law, "Why are you fetching water? Xiao Xie, stand still and let Aunt come. You can go back to your room and have a rest. Shuiya's uncle has no other intentions."
Ye Qingshui turned her head and looked at her uncle, whose forehead veins bulged and who was glaring at Xie Tingyu, and finally stopped laughing.
She explained to her uncle, "Brother Yu's injuries haven't fully healed. The location of his injury is more serious, and it hurts his spine. He is not what you think."
Uncle Ye's face turned from thunderstorm to cloudy. He said, "Is that so..."
He shook his head and said in a cryptic way: "But you all love him so much, it's really important."
"Didn't you notice?"
While he was chopping wood, all the women in the family stopped eating and just stared at him.
Last night, his niece was still boiling medicine in the dark, boiling it for half the night. During the day, he asked his niece-in-law what was wrong, and when Uncle Ye heard him say he had a fever, Uncle Ye's mood suddenly became very complicated.
Men should be raised roughly. If you are this delicate, people who don’t know would think you are raising a girl.
When Ye Qingshui was asked this question, she looked into Uncle Ye's bright dark eyes and felt a little dazed. She couldn't help but recall that it seemed that her family members were very cautious in their attitude towards Xie Tingyu.
He took care of all the heavy and rough work, except for the ones that Xie Tingyu took the initiative to do. Grandma and Auntie never ordered him to do any work. Only he, the uncle who had just returned home, dared to pick on him and glare at him.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingshui felt a little uncomfortable.
Uncle Ye said, "Shuiya, don't spoil him."
"Men become stronger through falling and beating. If you pamper them too much, they will spoil them."
After being enlightened by his uncle, Ye Qingshui seemed to have regained his mind.
However, she could not stand her uncle's speculative look, so she quickly finished the rice in the bowl and left the woodshed without saying a word.
Uncle Ye made a "tut" sound and picked up the meat slices on the plate with chopsticks, looking very disgusted. But he was different from his niece. The more he was frustrated, the more courageous he became. Uncle Ye decided to work hard to improve his niece-in-law's terrible cooking skills.
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After finishing his work, Xie Tingyu returned to the house and looked up to see the little girl smiling triumphantly.
His eyebrows sank, and he pulled her braid and said fiercely: "Shui'er, are you enjoying it?"
Ye Qingshui rudely pulled her braid back from his hand and said, "I'm happy. How can I not be happy?"
"Aren't you happy that someone is backing you up?"
"Although my uncle is not very agile, he has a bad temper. If he finds out about the bad things you did, I guarantee he will beat you up without mercy."
叶青水回想起来，上辈子她离婚后，小叔坐了几天几夜的火车去首都，狠狠地揍了谢庭玉一顿。回来之后眼睛红红的，只劝她改嫁。
Xie Tingyu couldn't help laughing when he saw the proud expression on her face.
If Uncle Ye, as an elder, taught him a lesson, could he fight back? Who was he doing this for when he listened to his uncle's teachings so obediently?
Xie Tingyu has been trained strictly by his father since he was a child. He has excellent physical fitness and has never lost in a fight.
The soft touch in his hand disappeared, and his braid was taken away. Xie Tingyu felt a little regretful.
When can I touch her whenever I want, hug her whenever I want, kiss her whenever I want? When this woman becomes awkward, she is more difficult to deal with than all the men in the company.
Xie Tingyu took a deep breath and thought that she would be in trouble in a year!
The author has something to say:
Pingshengjun: Oh, our brother Yu is quite arrogant.
Brother Yu: Uh-huh~
The question is, what if Brother Yu finds out that he is getting divorced a year later?
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