The next day, the biting cold wind made the windows creak, but the room was warm as spring.
Ye Qingshui opened her eyes dazedly, looking at the face so close to her, as if she had just had a long dream. She stretched out her hand and was about to touch his face to see if he had been eaten by the termites underground over the years.
This was the man who had been alone in the mountains for decades. By the time she knew about it, he had already turned into a pile of earth.
However, as soon as Ye Qingshui stretched his hand out of the quilt, he was caught by Xie Tingyu.
The big hands were warm and strong, and he was still alive.
Ye Qingshui opened his eyes completely and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"Good morning, Shui'er." Xie Tingyu's big, bony hands fell on her head and rubbed it. The sweet smile of his wife this morning was really comforting.
There was an obvious smile on Xie Tingyu's lips, and he had long forgotten the uneasiness of last night.
This was the first time since they slept together that they woke up looking at each other. The bed between them was no longer cold, and Xie Tingyu no longer had to face Ye Qingshui's back.
Xie Tingyu thought: Shui Ya really loves him.
Although there were many misunderstandings between them, Shui Ya still felt sorry for him in the end.
Xie Tingyu watched Ye Qingshui secretly glance at him with a look of heartache. He smiled sullenly, squeezed some toothpaste, and brushed his teeth and washed his face in front of the mirror with her.
Their figures appeared clearly in the mirror, the man was tall and straight, and the woman was petite and slender.
Grandma Xie shouted downstairs with full energy: "Tingyu, Shuiya, have breakfast!"
Xie Tingyu stopped Ye Qingshui before he left. He clenched his fist and coughed softly: "Shui'er, wear new clothes today."
"I've checked them out for you. They're nice and will fit you well."
Ye Qingshui turned her head and watched him take out the skirt that was specially made by the tailor. It was a light blue and white color, simple and elegant, with an embroidered collar.
It doesn't look noticeable at night, but when you look at it again in the morning, you will find that the workmanship is exquisite and delicate, and it is indeed the skill that only a first-class tailor can achieve.
Xie Tingyu said, "Put it on."
Ye Qingshui looked at him awkwardly, and after hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly put on his clothes.
Xie Tingyu stood outside the door. When the wooden door opened, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Ye Qingshui walked out with her head held high and her chest puffed out. She had a straight back and was slender and graceful. A part of her slender white calves was revealed under her cotton skirt.
She let her hair down, her waist-length black hair was smooth and shiny, her eyes were clear and sparkling, she was wearing a blue and white floral dress, she had a student-like air, smart and delicate. This was a rare moment when Ye Qingshui dressed herself up.
Coupled with her snow-white skin, Xie Tingyu seemed to think he had kidnapped a little girl.
Xie Tingyu looked at it for a long time, then clenched his fist to hide the smile on his face: "I knew this skirt would suit Shui'er, and she would look great in it."
In particular, the indifference and depression in her eyes were swept away, and she looked different from usual, like a pearl with the dust wiped off, which made Xie Tingyu couldn't help but look sideways.
Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu walked downstairs, and Grandpa Xie praised them for the first time:
"Shuiya is really energetic today."
Grandpa Xie was a very cautious person, and praising Ye Qingshui's spirit was a great compliment. Grandma Xie said enthusiastically, "Hurry up and eat. While Tingyu's mother is here, you two can offer tea later. After offering tea and worshipping the ancestral temple, you can wander around freely."
Grandma Xie winked at Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu and his wife quickly finished their breakfast, knelt on two palm leaves, and served tea to their parents in a proper manner.
Wen Zhihua gave Ye Qingshui a big red envelope, her eyes reddened, "Tingyu had a hard childhood, Shuiya, you should treat him well. I have nothing else to say, I hope you are safe and have a baby soon."
Xie Jun also finished his tea. He didn't have any red envelopes to give. He moistened his throat and said, "Husbands and wives should support and understand each other. A harmonious family is the best way to prosper..."
The people present looked at the two of them with loving eyes. Ye Qingshui felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and made an embarrassed expression, and only then did the elders let them go.
Grandma Xie asked in confusion: "Shui Ya seems to have a poor appetite recently. Is she suffering from morning sickness?"
Xie Tingyu almost couldn't help laughing. After a while, he explained, "She didn't have morning sickness! She probably caught a cold because of the unfamiliar climate."
The elders probably don’t know that although they have been married for more than half a year, they have never slept in the same bed, and their wish to have grandchildren is probably in vain.
Xu Maofang, who was left out, also forced a smile and said, "It's time to go to the ancestral hall to worship our ancestors."
Xu Maofang looked at the smiles on the young couple's faces and felt that they were inexplicably annoying. The Xie family treated Dongmei like a cat or dog, calling her to come and waving her away. They usually got along well with each other, but once they got involved with their direct descendants, everyone had to give way to them.
How cruel!
Xu Maofang felt that he had worked hard despite having no credit over the years, but he couldn't even keep his daughter.
Xie Tingjue stared at her motionlessly, his eyes dark.
With him watching over it, there would be no chance that tragedy like the previous one would happen to Xie's family again in this life.
He patted Xie Tingyu on the shoulder and said, "Go quickly and try to burn the first incense stick."
Xie Tingyu held Ye Qingshui's hand and went with her to worship the ancestors in the ancestral hall. While worshipping, he kept muttering:
"Thank you for your blessing, my wife is here. Please bless me with a son soon this year."
After he finished speaking, Ye Qingshui burst out laughing.
"Divorce hasn't even started yet, and having a baby soon is too far away."
When Xie Tingyu heard this, he immediately frowned and said seriously: "Not far away, nothing is difficult in the world if you set your mind to it."
After visiting the ancestral hall, Xie Tingyu put the plan of taking wedding photos on the schedule. He joked: "Come to think of it, we haven't taken wedding photos yet."
Not only do they not have wedding photos, they don't even have a marriage certificate.
Looking back, Xie Tingyu felt that the marriage was indeed hasty, and he only had a vague memory of that day in his mind.
His gaze fell softly on Ye Qingshui. She was wearing a thick coat on the outside and a blue and white cotton skirt on the inside. Her cheeks were tinged pink when she smiled and her eyes were bright and shining. If she was going to take pictures, today would be the perfect outfit.
"I'll take you somewhere."
Ye Qingshui knew that he wanted to take her to take photos, but how could they go to a photo studio on New Year's Day? The studio had closed long ago.
To be honest, Ye Qingshui really wanted to take a photo with Xie Tingyu. For so many years, Ye Qingshui didn't even have a photo of him, let alone a photo with him. He couldn't keep him, nor could he keep his photo. Thinking about the regrets of his previous life, he really tasted enough.
Ye Qingshui wants to make up for what he had missed.
Xie Tingyu led Ye Qingshui back to the compound, and he found Shen Weimin, "Go borrow a camera from your uncle, we want to take wedding photos."
Shen Weimin was a little confused by Xie Tingyu's sudden visit on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
However, he still took the camera as he was told. He invited the two people into the room, and put a red cloth behind them. "You two, come closer."
Ye Qingshui was a little nervous, facing the dark camera. Although the camera seemed very historical to her, the pixels were probably very low, and it might even be black and white. She couldn't help but ask, "Is this okay?"
Ye Qingshui was a little nervous. She cried for a long time last night and her face was swollen. It would be so ugly if it was photographed and stored in a photo for the rest of her life.
Xie Tingyu, on the other hand, had a good rest last night. His complexion was rosy and his face was as handsome as ever.
Xie Tingyu leaned his head slightly against her side and grinned, "Sure, Shui'er, don't worry, you're very beautiful today."
The tall man bent his waist slightly, holding the heavy camera and snapping to record this moment. The film faithfully recorded this moment, and the woman, as beautiful and delicate as a gardenia, smiled sweetly, with shyness on her brows, like a bride waiting to be married.
Xie Tingyu also showed a pride he had never seen in his life. He puffed out his chest and tightened his stomach, with the corners of his slightly raised mouth filled with deep and unbreakable friendship.
Shen Weimin looked at the intimate posture of the young couple through the camera, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He vaguely remembered the distress this guy had felt when he came to him to confide in him some time ago, but he didn't expect that Shui Ya would be coaxed back in the blink of an eye. Shen Weimin looked through the lens and took a few more photos of them.
After the photo shoot, Xie Tingyu borrowed the camera. He held the camera and took photos along the way. Ye Qingshui stopped and looked at him embarrassedly.
"No matter how many photos you take, it's useless. I'm still going to divorce you when we return to the countryside."
Although Xie Tingyu had heard the word divorce many times from Ye Qingshui, he now seemed to have a deeper understanding of this word.
Xie Tingyu asked Ye Qingshui to stand under a plum tree and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid."
"Shui'er, smile."
The plum blossoms blooming in the cold weather are as beautiful as ice and as fragrant as flowers. Some are red like blood, some are white like jade. They have survived the coldest winter, and their fragrance is still lingering.
The little girl under the flower tree stood facing the cold wind, her snow-white skin showing a hint of red after being frozen. The flower was like a person, and the person was like a flower.
Xie Tingyu shook the camera in his hand and said with a smile: "Shui'er, let me read you a poem."
"The peach tree is young and tender, and its flowers are bright and beautiful. The daughter is getting married, and she is a good match for the family." He clicked a picture with a smile on his face.
"The peach tree is young and tender, and its fruits are abundant. The girl is getting married, and she is suitable for a family." Xie Tingyu recited softly and added another sentence.
"The peach tree is young and tender, with lush leaves. The daughter is married, and she is a good wife to her family." He stared at her with a burning gaze, revealing a row of white teeth.
My beautiful girl, after you get married, you will surely have a happy family, harmonious and joyful life, and you and your spouse will live together forever.
Ye Qingshui listened, and even if she was thick-skinned, she couldn't block his burning gaze. Although she knew that Xie Tingyu liked to read poetry, she didn't expect him to read poetry like this.
Xie Tingyu put his arm around Ye Qingshui's shoulders, leaned against the tree, coughed and said, "Shui'er, do you want to marry me again?"
He finally stopped being nervous, and held Ye Qingshui with his big hands that were full of sweat, and looked at her.
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