The bus wobbled to a stop.
Xia Weian carried two backpacks in one hand and helped Song Qingyun stand up with the other.
"The couple is so loving." An old lady sighed with a smile.
This sentence instantly aroused everyone's interest. Everyone looked in the direction the old lady was looking and saw Xia Weian and Song Qingyun.
Although Song Qingyun was wearing half-worn clothes, they were clean, and he looked fair and clean, with a scholarly air.
Many people thought she was an educated youth who went to the countryside.
Song Qingyun felt a little embarrassed.
Xia Weian smiled and replied, "My wife and I have suffered a lot, so I should be nice to her."
"Well, that's quite true." The old lady looked at Xia Weian with a gentler look in her eyes. "You are a good young man."
Xia Weian smiled and said, "Please get off the car slowly."
"Hey." The old lady responded and slowly got out of the car.
People have a stronger sense of morality these days. When the old lady got off the bus, a middle-aged man in front of her turned around and helped her.
Xia Weian and Song Qingyun also got out of the car.
"Let's go have breakfast first." Xia Weian said.
Song Qingyun nodded, and the two of them walked towards the state-owned hotel together.
They later lived in the city for several years and knew the basic location. Even after the state-owned hotel closed down, the old site was still there. They had once lamented that such a big hotel could go bankrupt just like that.
The old lady who had just spoken to them in the car felt a little emotional as she watched Xia Weian and Song Qingyun walk away. These days, poor couples have many sorrows, and it is really not easy for this couple to still respect each other.
"Big sister, big sister."
The old lady heard someone calling her, looked over, and saw her good-for-nothing brother jogging towards her.
The old lady curled her lips in disdain, "You're in your fifties or sixties, and you don't have the slightest bit of stability."
"Sorry for being late, sister. I was busy making breakfast and forgot the time."
The old lady raised her hand and poked the forehead of the old man opposite her. "Let's go. What on earth requires me to come here?"
"Uncle Xu is ill, and he's short of a hundred-year-old ginseng for his medicine. I've arranged for someone to look for it, but they couldn't find it for a while, so I asked someone to invite you over. I thought we could discuss it and see if we could use something else as a substitute." The old man looked worried.
"Let's go back first and have breakfast, then we'll consult Uncle Xu together." said the old lady.
"Um."
The brother and sister got into a car on the side of the road together.
State-owned hotel.
Song Qingyun and Xia Weian arrived early, and there was everything from steamed buns to fried dough sticks and soy milk to porridge.
"What do you want to eat, Yunmei?"
"Let's have fried dough sticks and soy milk." Song Qingyun said, "I've been wanting to eat this for a long time."
There is soy milk in the village, but no one is willing to make fried dough sticks, so it is rare to eat them.
Big Girl and the others had never eaten it, and even the people in the old Xia family house had only eaten it once. Old Man Xia brought it back when he went to work in the county. There were four sticks in total, and each of the seven boys had half a stick.
The remaining half was divided between brothers Xia Jianguo and Xia Zhiqiang.
No one in their family got a single bite.
"I'll buy some more and bring them back for the children," said Xia Weian.
Song Qingyun nodded.
They can put the fried dough sticks into the space and take them back without having to keep them in the backpack for a whole day. It is clean.
When she gets home, she fries it again so that the children can also eat the crispy fried dough sticks.
While Xia Weian was queuing, the middle-aged woman sitting at the next table started talking to him with a smile.
"Sister, your man is a family man."
Song Qingyun smiled.
"Your family is full of boys, right? Otherwise, their father wouldn't be so concerned about you." The middle-aged woman continued.
"I have seven daughters and no sons."
Song Qingyun didn't want to speak, but the middle-aged woman's tone clearly said that only boys were worthy of his father's attention.
She would not tolerate anyone looking down on her daughters now.
"Seven daughters." The middle-aged woman was shocked. She saw that Song Qingyun looked to be in his thirties and had already given birth to seven daughters. That meant she was giving birth continuously.
She has maintained such a good figure even after giving birth to seven children!
Wait, the middle-aged woman pulled herself back to her senses. Her focus had shifted.
Are there still men who don’t favor boys over girls these days?
Her husband, a factory director, wanted her to have a son even after she had two daughters. Only after she gave birth to a son for the third time did she feel satisfied.
Seven daughters...
I was also hoping for a son, but I definitely couldn't have one, so I just accepted my fate.
Thinking about it, the middle-aged woman felt that she had sorted things out.
Xia Weian came back with soy milk and fried dough sticks.
It was still early and not many people were buying fried dough sticks, so he bought twenty of them.
Place six on a plate and wrap the remaining fourteen in oil paper.
The waiter brought over two bowls of soy milk.
"Thank you, comrade." Xia Wei'an thanked him.
"You're welcome." The waiter seemed to be in a good mood and didn't show any expression, but he was a little embarrassed.
Xia Weian didn't think much about it and took the chopsticks and handed them to Song Qingyun.
"Sister Yun, eat."
"Yeah." Song Qingyun responded. She had already retracted her gaze. The waiter just now looked at Xia Weian with a somewhat unclear look.
She glanced at Xia Weian silently.
Xia Weian is thirty-seven years old. When he was young, Xia Weian was also a handsome guy in the surrounding villages. He had handsome features and was as handsome as a painting. When he talked to her, his earlobes would turn red.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him.
To sum up, when we are young, who doesn't get attracted by beauty? Song Qingyun herself is also good-looking. At that time, who wouldn't say that they are a perfect match?
However, years of heavy physical labor had made Xia Weian's back bent, his temples filled with white hair, and he looked much more vicissitudes of life, older than his actual age.
However, after being nourished by the space, Song Qingyun discovered that Xia Weian's back was straighter, his white hair was gone, and his appearance was somewhat like his youth.
"What's wrong, Yunmei? Why don't you eat? Is it too hot?" Xia Weian picked up a small bowl, poured out half of the soy milk in his bowl, and gently stirred it with a spoon.
After making sure the temperature was appropriate, it was brought to Song Qingyun.
"Drink it, it's ready to drink."
Song Qingyun calmed down and thought, okay, even if he is handsome, he is still her man.
In the past, she was oppressed to the point of paralysis, but now both she and Xia Weian have come back to life as spiritually liberated people.
Xia Weian looked at the smile on Song Qingyun's lips, not understanding why, but still smiled along.
His wife looks really pretty when she smiles.
The middle-aged woman at the next table: They are just in love... Having children is also because of their love.
What should I do? She is really envious and jealous.
Not only the middle-aged woman, but many people who were having breakfast were secretly glancing at Song Qingyun and Xia Weian.
One is that these two people are rare in their good looks, and the other is Xia Weian's thoughtfulness and Song Qingyun's calmness.
There is an inexplicable power that makes people want to take a look...
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