Ye Qingshui finished the leek dumplings in her bowl, feeling full and warm in her heart. She wiped away her tears, her heart full of hope.
When they were happily sorting out the manuscript, the couple encountered something they were not prepared for: the manuscript was not only stained, but also had many pages missing! If you don’t look carefully, it’s really hard to find this problem.
Ye Qingshui felt an uncontrollable surge of anger in his heart.
The next day, the couple went to the publishing house to ask for the lost manuscript, but found nothing.
The people from the publishing house said confidently, "How could it be missing? If it was missing, it must have been lost by you. Comrade, do you have anything else to say? We are very busy at work!"
He held his wife and said, "Forget it. There's no point arguing with them."
Because of their low status and low influence, these manuscripts are worthless in their eyes and of course they will not treat them seriously.
After returning home, Xie Tingyu flipped through the remaining manuscripts and said, "Let me see if I can repair it."
Ye Qingshui was furious and wanted to take those people out and teach them a lesson. But Xie Tingyu had already started cutting the kraft paper, picked up the pen, thought carefully for a while, and started writing.
Xie Tingyu had a good memory and he had read Zhou Cunren's manuscripts before, so it was not difficult to repair them.
Ye Qingshui watched him hunched over his desk, writing from noon to afternoon, and even when the sun set and the weary birds returned to the forest, he still hadn't finished. After a hasty dinner, Xie Tingyu started writing again.
This kind of work of copying the content exactly from memory was very difficult, and Xie Tingyu frowned and hesitated from time to time. Ye Qingshui, who was standing beside him, did not dare to interrupt his thoughts, but felt very distressed and blamed himself.
Just before going to bed, Xie Tingyu finally stopped. He saw his wife holding a pot of hot water, not daring to approach, but not wanting to leave, so she just stared at him with guilt in her eyes.
Ye Qingshui met his gaze, "Can I, can I help you with anything?"
Xie Tingyu finished writing the last symbol and put down the pen. He looked at her slightly red eyes and suddenly said jokingly, "You can come and rub my shoulders."
The kettle in Ye Qingshui's hand almost slipped.
She thought that Xie Tingyu had been writing at his desk for most of the day and his body really couldn't take it anymore.
Ye Qingshui put down the kettle and began to massage Xie Tingyu's shoulders. The old lady had mild arthritis, and Ye Qingshui often gave her massages, with good skills.
Xie Tingyu completely relaxed his body and leaned back in his chair.
The stiff muscles in his shoulders felt the softness from those hands, and after the soreness came endless comfort. After a while, an electric current-like feeling spread from the tailbone and gradually rose. Xie Tingyu felt his body a little restless, as if there was a fire hidden in it.
Ye Qingshui wanted to massage Xie Tingyu's waist, but just as his hand moved a few inches, Xie Tingyu jumped up as if he was burned by fire.
He turned his head away in a slightly embarrassed manner, "Much more comfortable."
A smirk just appeared on Ye Qingshui's lips.
Xie Tingyu turned around and saw his young wife giggling. He immediately pushed her onto the table, bit her lips and kissed her hard.
"why are you laughing?"
Ye Qingshui touched Xie Tingyu's right hand, where there was a deep red mark, which was left by the pen after he had been writing all day. She looked at his hand with heartache and murmured, "Thank you for your hard work."
"If I had known this, I would not have gone to them."
Xie Tingyu's face gradually recovered after hearing this. He pressed the little girl's head hard, thought for a moment and said:
"There is no if. They are wrong. And... I have fixed it, right? Why are you feeling guilty?"
"Stupid." Xie Tingyu commented indifferently.
Ye Qingshui hugged Xie Tingyu's waist, her eyes were hot and her heart was sour. She said sullenly: "You are such a disgusting person, always..."
Always want to make her cry.
Xie Tingyu hurriedly wrote manuscripts of tens of thousands of words in one day. They were scattered among Zhou Cunren's hundreds of pages of manuscripts. The effort spent on repairing them was incalculable.
If Ye Qingshui really wrote it for Mr. Zhou who was sick in bed, he would feel so sad that he would want to cry.
Ye Qingshui was deeply moved. She hugged Xie Tingyu, and a feeling came into her mind that she wanted to be as good to him as possible and that no matter how she repaid him, it would never be enough.
Xie Tingyu stared at the young wife in his arms with an extremely burning gaze looking at him, and his heart was pounding wildly.
He felt his wife's eagerness and began to wonder if he had the same misunderstanding as before.
But when Xie Tingyu thought about what happened in the past, he could no longer afford such misunderstanding.
After a long and intense ideological struggle, Xie Tingyu, who was restless, let go of Ye Qingshui and took a cold shower for an hour in the middle of the night in the chilly wind.
…
After Xie Tingyu completed the missing manuscripts of Mr. Zhou one by one, he did not stop working. He also repaired the moldy, blurred, and rotten parts of the manuscripts to reduce the burden on the reviewers.
After completing this huge task, Xie Tingyu joked, "I reviewed the knowledge I learned in middle school. It was very fulfilling."
Ye Qingshui didn't believe his lies. In his previous life, Xie Tingyu got the highest score in the province in the college entrance examination. At that time, he just read books for a while. Why did he need to review his high school knowledge?
She should be the one who needs tutoring!
Ye Qingshui has been busy since the Chinese New Year and has not found time to review. She secretly made up her mind that after this incident is over, she must seize the time to catch up on her cultural knowledge.
She wanted to go to college with Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu and his wife went to the county and sent the remaining manuscripts to the capital.
Watching Zhou Cunren's manuscript being packaged by comrades from the post office, Ye Qingshui finally felt that the matter was settled.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
After sending the manuscript, Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu took two kilograms of eggs to the People's Hospital to visit Zhou Cunren.
Zhou Cunren was still writing his manuscript at this time, writing faster and faster, as if he was seizing the last bit of time left in his life.
Ye Qingshui beat an egg into a bowl and poured boiling water into the bowl, and the egg was quickly cooked by the boiling water. The egg beaten in this way is called a runny egg, which tastes very tender.
The aroma of the eggs quickly spread, and the patients in the ward couldn't help but look at them with envy.
"Eat an egg like this every day to nourish your body," said Ye Qingshui.
Eating an egg every day was a rare treat among patients. In those days, grain was precious and eggs were like lifeblood. Only wives who were about to give birth could enjoy such a treatment. How could an old man who was sick and frail get such a treatment?
Ye Qingshui smiled and told Zhou Cunren the good news.
"Teacher Zhou, if everything goes well, your book will be published in less than half a year."
Zhou Cunren seemed to be hallucinating. This was the first time Ye Qingshui spoke, and he turned a deaf ear to it.
Ye Qingshui repeated it again, and she said with a smile: "Teacher Zhou's book can be published."
Zhou Cunren heard it clearly this time. Although he was old, his hearing was not bad, but it was very sensitive. For a moment, Zhou Cunren was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Ye Qingshui only saw the stubborn old man in front of him with white hair and messy beard, and suddenly burst into tears.
“Really?”
Xie Tingyu said: "Really, we have already sent the manuscript out."
Zhou Cunren couldn't describe what it felt like. It turned out that this was what it felt like to have survived the darkness before dawn and see hope. He had never thought...never thought that his hard work would be treated like this.
Before writing it, Zhou Cunren was still a middle-aged man full of vigor and vitality.
Halfway through writing, he turned into a stinky old ninth.
As he was about to finish writing, Zhou Cunren saw the hope that it would see the light of day again. If he never had the chance to teach again in this life, these books would fulfill his wish. These books of his were not written in vain...
He wiped the tears from his face with a stern face, smiled, got out of bed tremblingly, and bowed deeply to the two young men.
When Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu walked out of the hospital side by side, she felt filled with emotion.
She was wondering what the scene would be like after this set of books was successfully published.
Not long after finishing this work, the spring ploughing in the countryside began in full swing.
After staying at home for a whole winter, Ye Qingshui had a good meal and drink, and her face had gained some flesh. She looked much pleasing to the eye than before when she was skinny. The old people in the village also thought that she was blessed with good looks.
She looked pretty as she bent down to plant rice seedlings. Her exposed skin was as tender as the tofu sold in the county.
The butt is a butt, and the breasts are breasts, just like dough that has been fermented in the spring breeze.
The men in the village secretly thought that Xie Tingyu had a good taste, otherwise why would he leave out so many educated female educated youth and choose to fall for an inconspicuous girl from their village.
The unmarried young men in the village regretted and beat their chests.
After having a full meal, Ye Qingshui, who used to feel dizzy due to hunger and had little energy to work, now farmed much more efficiently and effectively.
However, within a few days of spring plowing, Xie Tingyu would finish his work early every day and come to Ye Qingshui to help her work.
Ye Qingshui never thought that she would be treated like this. Her face turned red. "Don't do this. I can't put my face down."
In the village, only women with babies in their bellies can be cared for like this by their husbands.
Farmers have hard work and are prone to having period in early months.
Ye Qingshui turned his head and looked over. Uncle Ye was working hard for his aunt, sweating profusely. Then he looked at himself. What was going on?
Xie Tingyu looked at the silly girl in front of him, then at the malicious looks from others, and gritted his teeth in his heart.
It’s still better to be the ugly little girl before, now she’s grown up and attracts people’s attention.
Without saying a word, he took Ye Qingshui's seedlings in silence and planted them quickly, accurately and steadily with familiar posture. After finishing the work, he quickly took her home for dinner.
During the ten days of spring plowing, Xie Tingyu and his wife had been making such a fuss, which made everyone really think that Ye Qingshui's "good news" was about to come. Everyone couldn't help but envy the couple for their good relationship.
"When you marry, you should choose someone like Xie Zhiqing, who not only loves his wife but is also hardworking."
Although his family is well-off, he doesn't put on airs when doing his work.
But some women also said: "Isn't it because the girl is pretty and adorable? Wait a few years and she will become a yellow-faced woman. Will he still be the same?"
After the married woman finished her endless envy, she secretly told Ye Qingshui, "Xie Zhiqing looks pretty strong and energetic. If he wants it, don't always give in to him. The one in your belly is what's important."
"Don't enjoy yourself for the moment and hurt yourself."
When Ye Qingshui was having lunch, she subconsciously glanced at Xie Tingyu. She didn't know how the news of her "pregnancy" had been spread like a myth.
Xie Tingyu also glanced at his wife, his eyes fell on her chest, and quickly moved away.
He also didn't know why his wife suddenly became "fat" after just one winter.
There were too many benefits like this and he was a little overwhelmed.
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