Chapter 92: Memories with Wan Lu (V)
Because there was no firewood at home, Xia Cheng took the urea bag and went out to collect firewood before the weather got hot.
Wan Lu naturally took on the task of bathing and washing clothes, but he washed his and Huang Yiqiu's clothes.
Because Huang Yi Qiu was still in confinement after giving birth and was using adult diapers, she didn't need to wear underwear. He simply rubbed his outer clothes clean, and after thinking about it, he hung them by the window in the room instead of drying them outside. It could serve as a curtain and let in sunlight, preventing someone from suddenly coming and discovering their whereabouts.
The same goes for cooking. He would only light the fire when Xia Cheng was at home. The chimney here would emit smoke, making it easy for others to discover that there was someone else at home.
Xia Cheng washed her own clothes, ate with them, and naturally gave them the firewood she picked up.
The three of them needed more firewood to cook, so she went up the mountain with a sickle, carrying a basket full of dead branches and pine needles on her shoulders, and a handful of bamboo sticks in her arms. The bamboo leaves dragged on the ground, making rustling sounds.
It was at this time that Yu Jinhuan saw Xia Cheng. He had heard that Xia Cheng had gone up the mountain, and he hurried out of the house. From a distance, he saw the thin and small figure bent over by the bamboo basket, and he felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
So he strode over.
But when I really got closer, I saw beads of sweat falling on that fair face. I subconsciously wanted to reach out and wipe it, but before I could touch her small and tender chin, she dodged me.
The outstretched fingers trembled and immediately retracted.
"Sorry, I, I'll carry it for you."
Xia Cheng refused without even thinking about it.
"Brother Huan, I can do it myself, it's not heavy."
Yu Jinhuan saw the marks on her shoulders and toughened up.
"I'll do it."
He wanted to take off her backpack, but Xia Cheng resisted. He looked down and saw that her face was flushed with anxiety, so he had to give up.
"Then let me hold this, okay?" He pointed to the bamboo pole.
Xia Cheng reluctantly agreed.
The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking. Yu Jinhuan frequently lowered his head to lean against her, making Xia Cheng feel embarrassed and a little irritated.
"Brother Huan, I already made it clear to the village chief last time. I won't..."
"I know. I'm not here to force you to marry me."
"and you......"
"I just want to say that everyone has the right to choose, including me. Don't take my father's words to heart. In fact, I don't want to marry you. For so long, I have always regarded you as my sister."
"Really?" Xia Cheng was stunned and looked up.
"How could it be fake? When has your brother Huan ever lied to you?" Looking at her sparkling eyes, Yu Jinhuan couldn't help but rubbed her head. This time Xia Cheng didn't hide, which made him feel relieved.
"Okay, we're going into the village now, so I won't help you get it."
Xia Cheng took the bamboo stick and suddenly realized that he also knew those rumors.
"Thank you, Brother Huan."
Yu Jinhuan swallowed the bitter taste, took out a handful of candy from his pocket, stuffed it into her empty palm, and gently touched her fingertips.
"Well, go back. I'll watch you go in here, and then go into the village later."
After Xia Cheng walked away, he looked down at the dirt on his hands, which was left by dragging the bamboo pole.
He thought of his vitiligo and felt helpless. If he didn't have this disease, he would really like to express his feelings directly.
There is no need to test him by asking his father for money.
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Xia Cheng went back holding the bamboo pole, her steps were brisk along the way, but soon the corners of her mouth drooped.
She lowered her head and walked past the clustered village. After finally passing through, she was dragged down by a powerful force and couldn't move.
She looked back and saw that someone had stepped on her bamboo. She looked up and saw that the person had dyed yellow and black hair, and was reluctant to put down the cigarette in his hand even after smoking the last one. He was wearing a pair of yellow and black flip-flops, coughed twice, and spat on the ground.
"I heard that your grandmother died?"
Xia Cheng knew him. His name was Yu Xiami. She had a classmate who dropped out of school and had a relationship with him. Not long after that, the girl had an abortion.
The man went out to work and was caught by the police station for stealing. After he was released, he stayed in the village. I don’t know where he found a group of stalkers who followed him. I guess they think breaking the law and committing crimes are cool.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
Yu Mi laughed.
"Grandma is dead, and you are the only one at home?"
He took a few steps forward, approaching suddenly with smoke in his mouth. "Are you scared of being home alone at night? Do you need a few brothers to accompany you?"
Xia Cheng took a few steps back. Even though she was good at reading expressions, she only saw good people. Now that she met someone with bad intentions, she immediately understood what he meant. She didn't want to anger them, but she also didn't want to appear to be easy to bully.
She shook her head and said innocently, "It's okay, I'm not afraid. My grandma comes back to see me every night."
"Your grandma? What are you talking about? Isn't your grandma dead?"
"I can feel that she is still with me." Xia Cheng pointed behind Yu Xiami.
"Grandma's gaze is as warm as the sun. Thanks to Brother Mi, I sleep with Grandma every night now. I'm not afraid, especially not when Grandma turns into a ghost. And now, when I talk to you, it's as if Grandma is watching you too."
Seeing her weird look, Yu Xia Mi lost his patience.
He had originally wanted to tease her, and when he heard Xia Cheng say that, he felt a little unlucky. But seeing that she looked so docile and innocent, as pretty as an oriole, he swallowed and was about to speak, but was interrupted.
"The remaining rice."
Yu Xiami and his group turned around and saw Yu Jinhuan, and they tilted their heads and snorted.
"Oh, cousin."
"What are you doing here?" Yu Jinhuan ran forward two steps. He was tall but not strong. Because he did not work in the fields like his peers, his skin was fair. He silently inserted himself into the gap between Yu Xiami and Xia Cheng, blocking Xia Cheng behind him.
"Just chatting."
"It's so hot, go back quickly." Yu Jinhuan urged him. "I just saw your dad looking for you."
Yu Mi scratched his head in pretended distress.
"This old man asked me to go out and buy cigarettes for him, and then he urged me to go back. It seems that his brain is not working well."
"Then go buy it quickly."
"I thought so too. Isn't the money lost?" He spread his hands helplessly.
Yu Jinhuan understood what he meant, rummaged through his trouser pockets, took out a few coins, and handed them all to him.
"Here, that's all. Go buy some cigarettes."
"Tsk, that's not enough, cousin."
Yu Jinhuan frowned.
"That's all I have for you. I know it's enough for you to buy two packs of cigarettes. If you don't want it, just give it back to me."
"Okay, okay, okay." Yu Xiami stuffed the money into his pocket, waved his hand, and whistled at Xia Cheng sideways as he turned around. The group of people left with their hands in their trouser pockets without any further entanglement.
Both of them felt relieved. Just as Yu Jinhuan was about to apologize, Xia Cheng looked up and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Brother Huan~" It was soft and sticky. Yu Jinhuan blushed, coughed twice, touched his head and said unnaturally:
"Come on, I'll take you back. It would be bad if he comes back and bothers you."
The two of them then walked side by side towards Xia Cheng's house.
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