July is the peak of summer vacation.
When Xie Tingyu woke up from the hospital, the school exams had been completed one after another. He missed all the exams because of the car accident.
Ye Qingshui's summer vacation has already started, but he still has to rush back to school to take the make-up exam.
The new house had no daily necessities except for the furniture, so the task of moving fell on Ye Qingshui.
Xie Tingyu had accumulated a lot of stuff over the years, and he was a nostalgic person, so even a room couldn't hold all his stuff. Ye Ma found a cart and made several trips.
In the hot summer, Ye Qingshui was busy inside and outside the house. She was wearing a dark blue plaid skirt and two braids tied with a silk ribbon, looking very simple and elegant.
Ye Qingshui finally took out all his belongings. Many of his books contained very valuable information, so Ye Qingshui was extremely careful when packing them up.
She tried to find a box to pack the books in, and she found a dusty wooden box in the corner. When Ye Qingshui opened it, she was suddenly stunned.
This box had been used for a long time, and the paint on the corners had been worn off. Ye Qingshui remembered it, and Xie Tingyu used a box of this color when he was in the countryside.
Ye Qingshui's gaze lingered on the box. She stared blankly at the things inside for a long time.
She reached out and picked up a pale yellow grass katydid from the box. This straw katydid was very old and one of its antennae had been broken off due to corrosion from drying out.
The shabby body was enough to show that it had been carefully repaired with glue, so this toy that she had casually made back then was preserved for three or four years.
This was written by Ye Qingshui when he saw Xie Tingyu was sad, in order to comfort him.
Three years later, it no longer had the golden luster it once had, and the grass used to weave the katydid had also become extremely brittle.
Ye Qingshui picked up another stack of things. These were yellowed test papers with her childish handwriting on them and his carefully marked comments next to them.
"On June 10, 1976, there was a lot of progress but there was still a lot of work to be done. She was a little unconvinced."
"On July 26, 1976, I was injured and couldn't lift the pen. Shui Ya took care of me."
"1976.10.6, Physics is very good, but Chinese is still weak."
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"On the winter solstice of 1977, after I finished reciting an ancient Chinese text, she agreed to go home with me to celebrate the New Year."
"In the autumn of 1977, I watched the stars with her in the grain field and made up my mind to give her and the child a ray of light."
Ye Qingshui read the thick stack of test papers and draft papers from beginning to end, turning them over one by one, as if he saw through them the young man who wrote these words at that time, sometimes frowning and sometimes curling the corners of his lips.
Ye Qingshui sorted them out page by page and smoothed out the curled corners.
Ye Qingshui suddenly realized that this couldn't be... the box that he never allowed her to touch?
In the spring of 1977, he finally agreed to give her the box, but when Ye Qingshui opened it, she saw nothing but books. She never expected that it contained such "useless" things.
Ye Qingshui recalled his past life and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
In her previous life, she had always been brooding over it, feeling sad and heartbroken because of Xie Tingyu's harshness and scolding back then.
It turns out that it was the "secret" that Xie Tingyu had always kept.
Everything in here is hers.
Ye Qingshui took a quick glance. He gathered her hair one by one and braided it into small braids. He kept her old hair ties. He made a leaf that she blew past into a bookmark. He even couldn't bear to throw away the clothes she made for Zhou Dongmei and washed them and put them in a box.
She still remembered how she looked when she first wore them. Ye Qingshui touched the cotton fabric, a nostalgic smile flashing in her eyes.
Ye Qingshui picked up a watercolor portrait from the box, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his dark eyes.
In the portrait, she is wearing a clean white shirt and a black pleated skirt, looking very student-like. At that time, she had just received a reward allowance from the county and was smiling happily.
Written on the back of the portrait is a sentence: "Painted in 1976, autumn. I made her angry and I regret it very much. I made an agreement with her for one year."
Ye Qingshui remembered that at that time she had said a few words to Qian Xiangdong in the black market. He kissed her out of jealousy. She was angry for several days and did not treat him well at all.
Ye Qingshui looked at these little gadgets carefully, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his heart became calmer.
The heat outside the window and the noisy cicadas on the branches could not disturb her. She was immersed in her memories.
Ye Qingshui's eyes flashed with flashes of light, and he recalled his first meeting with Xie Tingyu, the ups and downs they encountered when they lived together, the birth of their two young sons, the difficulty of waiting for him to wake up, and now their promise to stay together for the rest of their lives.
There were many, many things in his previous life. In the spring, he said goodbye to her at the entrance of the village and headed north. His back became a farewell forever.
He liked her and quietly collected everything about her, but was too shy to confess his love for her.
He clearly despised loquat trees, but after his death he was willing to plant one for her.
He hid his death from her for his entire life, and took his silent feelings with him to the grave.
Ye Qingshui touched these little things and felt a lot of emotions blocked in his chest at this moment, and his eyes gradually became sore.
Ye Qingshui never knew that he had loved her so much in those past years, more than she thought.
Under the box, there was a yellowed piece of paper sandwiched between a book. It was a prose poem that had been torn off. The thin paper was already old, but a poem was clearly printed on it.
"Sister, You Are Water"
Sister, you are water——
You are the water in the clear stream.
Flowing through the day without worries,
Frankly speaking,
It naturally led me to forget the way home."
After a day's work, young Xie Tingyu lay lazily on the bed, asking her to read over and over again.
The remaining half of the poem was torn off by him. Ye Qingshui's face flushed as he looked at the missing page in his hand.
Xie Tingyu completed the academic make-up exam smoothly. For him, the exam was not a difficult thing.
When he returned home, he saw that his wife's eyes were red, like a rabbit.
She walked over and threw herself into his arms, catching Xie Tingyu off guard and almost making him take two steps back.
He hugged his wife happily, feeling a strong affection, and was about to unbutton his clothes to start implementing his grain tax payment plan.
Unexpectedly, she shook her head to signal him to go to sleep. Xie Tingyu had no choice but to hug his wife and chat purely under the quilt.
She leaned sideways, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and she opened her mouth:
"Sister, you are water--
You are the water in the lotus pond."
As soon as she read the first sentence, Xie Tingyu realized that she had seen those things when she was sorting out old things.
Even though Xie Tingyu had developed a thick skin, he couldn't help but remain silent at this moment.
"It would be a pity to throw away those... things."
After a long silence, Xie Tingyu explained.
Ye Qingshui hugged his waist, sniffed hard, and accused him: "But...it was obviously mine, and I accidentally touched it at that time, and you were very fierce."
Xie Tingyu had no choice but to wipe his wife's tears and told her earnestly: "I'm sorry."
"I was very shy at that time. From now on, I will show you everything I have, okay?"
Ye Qingshui rubbed his clothes hard, causing Xie Tingyu to laugh out loud.
"If Chenchen and Guangguang saw you like this, they would laugh at you."
Ye Qingshui also burst into laughter, "Don't do this in the future. Don't always hide your emotions in your heart and make me guess, understand?"
Xie Tingyu nodded in agreement with a smile.
He told her softly, "I will be twice as nice to my sister Shui'er in the future."
Just like when he first saw her, like water in a clear stream.
Flowing all day without worries,
Always smile sincerely.
The year Ye Qingshui graduated, Xie Tingyu joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and became the most handsome diplomat in history. Ye Qingshui asked him, "Didn't you say that you don't like working in the system?"
Xie Tingyu kissed his wife late at night and said, "I want to protect you and the children."
He has power but cannot hold her tightly, and he has no power but cannot protect her. Although his busy work will reduce his chances to accompany his wife, Xie Tingyu never wants to experience the feeling of being forced to lose her again in his life.
Ye Qingshui felt warm at heart after hearing this, and rubbed his palm, "It's okay, I've been busy these few years, we should work hard together for a few years, and when I recover, I'll go abroad with you."
After hearing this, Xie Tingyu smiled deeply and hugged his wife tightly.
Because of his work, Xie Tingyu often has to travel abroad frequently, but the couple cherishes the time they spend together, and their days are simple and fulfilling.
In the same year, the "environmentally friendly refrigerator" project initiated by Ye Qingshui was finally implemented after four years.
Several students in the project team, including master's students, were so excited that they almost shed tears.
“This is the refrigerator we developed ourselves!”
When the first refrigerator was produced from the laboratory, Ye Qingshui left it in the laboratory. When the factory produced the first batch of refrigerators, she decisively moved one back home.
Ye's mother looked at the refrigerator with interest, and happily put the fruits and vegetables stored at home into the refrigerator for storage. Although people have gradually become richer in recent years, and households with an annual income of 10,000 yuan have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, the family still has no use for a refrigerator.
When the fruits and vegetables were ripe, Ye Ma kept enough for her family and distributed the rest to the neighbors.
"Shui Ya, this refrigerator is very useful. It must be expensive, right?" Ye's mother said excitedly, her voice full of pride.
Nowadays, being able to buy a refrigerator is considered capable, but her daughter is the one who can tinker with making a refrigerator.
Much more promising than the person who buys a refrigerator.
Ye Qingshui said truthfully: "The initial factory price of this model of refrigerator is 950 yuan per unit, and the retail price is 1,200 yuan."
When Ye's mother heard the price, her mouth opened. No wonder her daughter insisted on tinkering with this. One refrigerator costs thousands of yuan. The annual income of a family of three is not enough to buy a refrigerator.
One thousand yuan, how many sausages would she have to sell to earn it back?
“It’s so expensive, will anyone buy it?”
Ye Qingshui nodded: "The refrigerators on the market are probably all priced at this price. Ours are a bit more expensive, and there is a reason why they are expensive. Feishuang's refrigerators cost more than other brands."
The project team has attracted many outstanding students from the University of Peking to participate, and it also uses the latest international technology. It is different from all the big and small brands such as "Snow Flower", "Wanbao" and "Sirloin". It is the first "energy-saving and environmentally friendly" refrigerator in the full sense.
It consumes only 0.5 kWh of electricity per day, and can effectively lock in the moisture of food while keeping it fresh. It went through a dark period of "crossing the river by feeling the stones", and once it was put into production, it caused a huge response.
The project team named it "Feishhuang".
After only one year on the market, Feishuang's profits far exceeded those of Chenguang Food Factory. By the end of the 1980s, the old refrigerator companies were gradually showing signs of fatigue in the new round of rapid development, losing their competitiveness, and going bankrupt and being acquired one after another.
However, Feishuang's refrigerator has always stood firm by adhering to the philosophy of "continuous innovation and progress" of Jingda University.
Decades later, Ye Qingshui returned to his alma mater to give a speech as a successful entrepreneur.
When a student asked her, "How can you be as successful as you are?"
She smiled and said, "I didn't succeed. But if you are willing to listen to my advice, I hope you will believe in yourself and stick to being yourself."
She looked at the crowded heads in the audience and unexpectedly saw the man who was waiting for her to go home. She smiled and said kindly:
"In our time, it was hard to get an education, and when I was 17 or 18, I only had a primary school education. At that time, I was questioned a lot, saying that I had no education, no knowledge, and a short-sightedness. But some people told me that I was fine and not to care about the questions."
"Even if life will be full of difficulties and you will be slandered and abused from all sides, you should never bow your head, believe in yourself and keep working hard. Time will prove everything."
After Ye Qingshui finished speaking, there was warm applause.
After the speech, the dusty man was now looking at her quietly, waiting patiently for a long time. He held her hand and said with a smile:
"Go home and eat."
He made her favorite pork bone soup, carefully rolled the noodles by hand, mixed them with chopped green onions and drizzled a few drops of fragrant lard.
The man also picked ripe grapes from the vines, washed them and put them in a bowl.
Ye Qingshui moved the noodles under the grape vines and ate them. A gentle breeze blew. Decades later, the courtyard was still the same courtyard, but the grape vines had climbed all over the frames, the persimmon trees had grown taller and bigger, the jujube trees were full of jujubes every year, he had replaced so many swings, and the children had grown up.
In the blink of an eye, only the two old people were left.
Ye Qingshui slowly finished her noodle soup and fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan under the shade of a tree. Time flies, and the sun shines on her head, making her silver hair glow slightly.
But Xie Tingyu still remembers her with two shiny black braids.
He suddenly laughed.
She looked at him strangely and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Xie Tingyu said calmly: "I have seen this scene in my dream before."
In fact, it was not a dream at all; it was the most beautiful thing Xie Tingyu could think of.
The most beautiful thing is to grow old with Ye Qingshui. To share the wind, rain, snow, joy and regrets of the rest of life. Because of her company, so many unknown beautiful things in life have meaning.
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