The blush on her smooth face deepened, spreading all the way to her ears. She gave a soft, slow "hmm" and hurriedly looked away.
The hottest part of the day has passed, the sun is setting in the west, and a gentle breeze is blowing, but why does it feel even hotter?
Even the air is hot.
Hu Wenhua stared at the person in front of him, unwilling to look away. He quickly glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, took out something wrapped in cotton cloth from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is for you. See if you like it."
Ding Jiajia was stunned. Her fair fingers took the hairpin and opened it layer by layer. Inside was a smooth, round hairpin with auspicious cloud patterns. It was silver!
She hurriedly handed it back: "It's too valuable, I can't accept it." Her parents had said that silver was very valuable to others.
She remembered that the villagers delivered potatoes to Master Bai. It took a whole day to load several hundred kilograms onto a cart. The roads were difficult to travel and there were dangers at any time. Each person only received one hundred coins, which was still an incredibly high price. All the men in the village were eager to go.
A silver hairpin costs at least three to five hundred coins; how could she possibly accept that?
Hu Wenhua looked at the slender, pale fingers in front of her, her Adam's apple bobbing. When she heard that she couldn't accept it, she opened her mouth and stammered, "Don't you like it? Or don't you like what I gave you?"
The last sentence was almost as if it were being uttered word by word.
It's the first time I've ever given her a gift. Doesn't she want it?
Ding Jiajia was in a dilemma. This was a silver hairpin; how could he just give it away so easily?
Does he know what this means?
"This is very expensive."
"It's not expensive; I bought it with my own money, and I wanted to give it to you."
"I...I didn't return the gift."
"I don't need a return gift. I'll be happy if you accept it! Really, I just want you to accept it, okay?"
The tall, burly man lowered his head, his words almost pleading. Ding Jiajia, for some reason, couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Then the rough man, who had been somber and sorrowful, grinned, as if he had received the best treasure.
But he was the one giving the gift.
"Here, these are five-colored sugar balls and jujube paste cake. Tell me when you've finished eating, and I'll go to town to sell rabbits and bring them back for you."
Ding Jiajia's heart was pounding wildly. Did he even know what he was doing? What did doing and saying these things mean?
What's wrong with her? Why did she accept all the expensive things and food? She's never been one to be greedy for bargains...
"Jiajia." A low, tense voice called out tentatively.
Ding Jiajia bit her lip, lowered her head, and replied, "Mmm."
Hu Wenhua felt so happy he could fly, and he tentatively called out again, "Jiajia."
Fearing she might not like it, he hurriedly asked, "Is there anything else you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you next time I go to town."
Ding Jiajia shook her head.
In fact, the two things he bought were her favorite foods. How did he know?
Then, thinking of returning the favor, she gently asked, "Is there anything you'd like?"
"Can you call me Brother Hu a few more times?" He likes to hear it.
Ding Jiajia blinked her eyes, then blinked again, her small mouth slightly open, and stared at him blankly, thinking she had misheard.
Looking at her rosy lips, Hu Wenhua felt a fire burning within him, converging in one place, so intense it was almost unbearable.
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