Chapter 17 Chapter 17 (Xiao Xiu) Cheng Xin sent...
Cheng Xin sent Geng Yunye to the intersection before turning back.
She picked up Geng Yunye's shirt and sat down at the doorstep to mend the buttons.
Chen Ying fell down and sat on the bamboo stool, her straw sandals kicking up dust. She supported herself on the bamboo stool with her backhand and tilted her chin towards the mushrooms hanging from the eaves: "Brother Yunye is really something, he just left without saying hello!"
Cheng Xin lowered her head and sewed buttons on her shirt: "His home is far away. If we don't leave now, we will have to walk at night." The needle suddenly stopped: "How did you hurt your hand?"
"I got scratched while picking mushrooms." Chen Ying put the scabbed wound in front of Cheng Xin's eyes, looking pitiful.
Xu Fengxia took the dried blue shirt and asked: "Did you go to the clinic to pack it?"
"I applied red medicine." Chen Ying leaned her head against Cheng Xin's shoulder, her hair brushing against the sweat stains on her collarbone, "It just hurts."
"The wild boars have all moved to the back hill. Stay away from the woods." Xu Fengxia folded the clothes and put them into the house.
Chen Ying twisted Cheng Xin's braids and asked, "Sister, do you really want to date Brother Geng?"
Seeing Cheng Xin nod, she lowered her voice and said in a muffled voice: "I heard that soldiers beat their wives, they are chauvinists and won't listen to others!"
Cheng Xin asked curiously, "Where did you hear that?"
"Don't I go to the captain's house to watch TV every day? The aunts are discussing that soldiers are unreasonable and will beat women when they get angry."
Cheng Xin subconsciously thought of the strong chest she accidentally touched in the rice field. She did not feel scared at the time, but instead felt a sense of security.
Cheng Xin bit the thread and pulled it gently, tugging at it between her teeth again and again. "It depends on the person you're talking about. Comrade Geng is obviously not that kind of person." She believed in her intuition.
Chen Ying pulled the cotton thread from the sewing basket and the spool rolled to her feet. "The retired soldier married to Zhang Cuihua next door to our house drinks every day, doesn't make money or work in the fields, and is entangled with the widows of the brigade. You can't judge a person by his appearance. Cousin, you are still young, why don't you get in touch with more gay men? How can you tell who is good or bad without comparison?"
Cheng Xin thought she was thinking of herself, so she explained with a smile: "That's because we are not suitable for each other, so I would contact others. It would be weird to contact several people at the same time." In the dream, this behavior is called "playing multiple games at the same time."
Chen Ying rubbed against her and said, "Cousin, you are such a nice person. You cook delicious food and can sew clothes and farm. I'm really afraid that you will be deceived by a bad man."
Chen Ying leaned close to her neck and said, "I should be paired with someone like Teacher Zhou!" Her breath sprayed behind Cheng Xin's ear, "She looks so elegant with glasses..."
Cheng was so itchy that she shook her away: "Teacher Zhou can't even cut grass for pigs. I heard that he almost cut his own instep with a sickle." And it's not just Teacher Zhou who wears glasses. Geng Yunye also wears glasses in the dream...
Cheng Xin looked at the frayed threads on Chen Ying's trouser legs. Maybe she really had never had a full meal at home, but she was a kind-hearted child after all.
She took out a piece of candy from the sewing basket and stuffed it into her hand. "If you really do what you said, finding a partner will be like picking cabbages."
Chen Ying immediately unwrapped the candy and put it into her mouth, then threw the candy wrapper on the ground.
Cheng Xin cut the thread and patted her head. "I'm not stupid. If it's not appropriate, I will explain it to him. Comrade Geng doesn't think there is any major problem at the moment."
Chen Ying let out a long sigh and twirled the corner of her clothes with her fingers: "That's good! In fact, cousin can use a faster method to see a person's true face."
Cheng Xin was curious about her: "What method?"
Chen Ying hugged her arm and shook it: "Test him, for example, ask him to do something very difficult. If he can do it, it means he has you in his heart."
Cheng Xin was thoughtful.
Chen Ying continued, "Also, you can't be too proactive with men. I've heard from aunts that they regret not testing their husbands when they were young. They just married someone they thought was good, and ended up regretting it to death."
Cheng Xin was confused: "Can't I take the initiative? Then what should I do?"
"Men have to be kept in suspense." Chen Ying leaned close to her ear, "You have to make him have a sense of competition and a sense of crisis. If someone pursues you, don't reject him at the first time, but wait and see his reaction. That's about it. I don't really understand it." After she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue playfully.
Cheng Xin always felt something was strange, but what her cousin said seemed to make some sense.
She looked up and saw the newly built rabbit hutch in the corner of the yard. After raising rabbits for a while, the original cage seemed crowded, so when he measured the size, he even replaced the original rabbit hutch with a new one and added a rainproof sloping roof to the feeding trough with wooden strips.
Cheng Xin picked up the spool of thread and put it back into the sewing basket: "You make sense." Her fingers unconsciously stroked the button she had just mended.
There was a sound of rabbits hitting the feeding trough in the corner of the yard. In the morning, he squatted beside the rabbit nest to help make the isolation cage. He even picked up the grass clippings that the rabbits scraped outside and put them neatly in the feeding trough.
"Comrade Geng has seriously said that he wants to pursue me. He can withstand the test. There is no need to do this and make a fool of himself."
Chen Ying dug her nails into her palms: "I'm doing this for your own good!"
Cheng Xin poked her forehead: "Okay, stop giving bad advice and go eat. I've left a bowl of spicy fried snails in the pot for you."
"I'll go heat up some food!" Chen Ying suddenly raised her voice and stood up, stepping on the dried mugwort that Cheng Xin had picked from the mountains to repel mosquitoes in her sandals.
Cheng Xin looked at the crushed grass leaves and took out a tin box from her pocket. Inside, there were neatly stacked fruit candies, each with its wrapper smoothed out.
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