"Wait a minute." Before Wen Peng could finish speaking, Heng Heng had already run off, so Wen Peng had no choice but to rush home and chase after him.
"Hengheng," Wen Peng called from behind.
"Uncle, hurry up!" Hengheng ran ahead, "I'm running really fast."
"Hengheng, slow down."
Just then, Wen Qing, carrying an empty water bottle, walked from the fields onto the main road. Looking up, she saw Wen Peng chasing Heng Heng not far away. Heng Heng's two chubby little hands were clutching the hem of her clothes, revealing her white little belly, as she ran straight towards them, as if something was falling off her body.
"Hengheng," Wen Qing called out.
Hengheng looked up, saw Wen Qing, and his eyes lit up: "Mom!" Hengheng ran even faster.
Wen Qing was happy to hear Hengheng's sweet little voice. She put down the kettle, bent down slightly, and stretched out her arms.
Hengheng rushed over and threw herself into Wen Qing's arms: "Mom."
Wen Qing smiled and picked him up, wiping the sweat from his forehead and brushing the dirt off his body. Her gaze then fell on his clothes, which were filled with steamed buns, sweet potato pancakes, radish balls, and other snacks. No wonder he had spilled them all the way. Wen Qing asked, "Who gave you these?" Aunt Wang and Sister Zhou usually gave him these things.
"It wasn't given to me, it's... I had enough myself," Hengheng replied.
"Where can we get enough?" Wen Qing asked.
"In the bamboo basket in Grandma's east room."
"A bamboo basket hanging from the roof beam?"
"Mmm." Hengheng nodded.
"How can you be that big?" Wen Qing asked.
Just then, Wen Peng ran over, panting, saying, "Big sister."
Wen Qing then asked Wen Peng, who had just seen Heng Heng run away and rushed back to lock the main room and courtyard gate. He had caught a glimpse of the situation in the east room and told Wen Qing, "Heng Heng used a bamboo pole to poke over the bamboo basket, and the steamed buns, sweet potato cakes, and radish balls all fell down. He picked them up from the ground."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qing pushed aside Heng Heng's chubby little hands and looked closely inside his clothes. Sure enough, the fried food was covered in a lot of dirt.
"It's covered in mud, it's inedible," Wen Peng said.
"You can eat it." Hengheng said in his childish voice, "Mommy, you can eat it. Just pat off the mud and you can eat it."
Wen Qing looked at Heng Heng with a serious expression, his eyes full of sternness.
Hengheng quickly explained, "Mom, you can eat. If you eat, you won't be hungry anymore, Dad won't be hungry anymore, and Grandma and Uncle won't be hungry either."
"So, you took these because you were worried that your parents, grandma, and uncles would go hungry?"
"Yes, the Second Artillery Corps' mother would bring biscuits to the Second Artillery Corps' father so he could eat when he was hungry," Hengheng said.
Wen Qing was both amused and soft-hearted, and said, "Why is Hengheng worried that Mom and Dad will go hungry?"
"Because, because, I feel so uncomfortable when I'm hungry. Hmm, so I don't want Mom and Dad to feel uncomfortable." Hengheng stammered for a long time before finally getting the sentence out, but it truly moved Wen Qing. She looked at Hengheng, his chubby, round face, his eyebrows and brows resembling Ji Yanjun's, especially his long eyelashes, which looked just like Ji Yanjun's. He seemed so well-behaved, yet he was extremely mischievous. Occasionally, Ji Yanjun would get so angry that he would give him a hard spanking, making him cry loudly. After crying, he would call out "Daddy" over and over again and snuggle into Ji Yanjun's arms, not holding a grudge at all.
"Hengheng," Wen Qing called out.
Hengheng looked at Wen Qing with clear eyes: "Mom."
"I'll tell your dad about this in a bit."
Hengheng: "..." Hengheng was a little scared.
A short while later, Ji Yanjun arrived pulling a cartload of bean stalks. The stalks were piled high, but very securely. He walked over to Wen Qing, and after hearing Wen Qing mention the matter, he glanced at Hengheng, who was hanging his head, waiting for his father to scold him.
As a result, Ji Yanjun said, "When I get home, my dad will teach me how to poke a bamboo basket."
Wen Qing: "..."
Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng: "..."
Hengheng raised her head, her eyes sparkling, and immediately stretched out her little arms: "Daddy, hug me."
Upon seeing this, Wen Liang stepped forward and took the oxcart from Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun then hugged Hengheng. Although he hadn't said anything to Hengheng, he couldn't help but pat his bottom while holding him in his arms, both scolding and praising Hengheng.
After nestled quietly in Ji Yanjun's arms for a while, Hengheng pointed to the tall stack of bean stalks on the oxcart and said, "Daddy, I want to sit on the tall one, Daddy!"
"The bean stalks will prick your butt," Wen Qing warned.
“It’s alright, you can sit down by putting on a piece of clothing. You also liked to sit higher when you were little,” Yao Shiling said, adding that she was happy to grant the children’s small suggestion.
At this moment, Ji Yanjun leaned closer to Wen Qing and said, "So you like to sit higher up. I'll let you sit next time."
At first glance, Wen Qing didn't notice anything unusual. But when she turned her head and saw Ji Yanjun smiling slyly, she immediately understood and her face turned red. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Hengheng and Wen Peng, and no one noticed her. She secretly reached out to pinch Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun held her hand tightly and said, "Be good, don't pinch me, my flesh is hard, it will tire you out."
"Wen Qing, sit up there and hold Heng Heng," Yao Shiling suddenly said.
Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "Please sit down."
So Wen Qing held Heng Heng and sat on the tall bean stalks on the oxcart. Heng Heng excitedly shouted, "Daddy, Daddy, come up too, come up too!"
Ji Yanjun was always on the safe side of Wen Qing and Heng Heng. Although it was very safe and they wouldn't be seriously injured if they fell, Ji Yanjun still took precautions: "Dad won't go up. Dad will hold you and Mom. Don't move around up there. Protect Mom, okay?"
"Okay." Hengheng agreed solemnly, then held Wen Qing's hand tightly.
Wen Qing was both amused and exasperated.
A moment later, Hengheng became excited again: "Mom, look, the sky, white clouds."
"Yes, the blue sky and white clouds are so beautiful," Wen Qing said.
"It's so beautiful," Hengheng agreed.
Ji Yanjun stood to the side, slightly raised his head, looked at Hengheng, looked at Wen Qing, and his gaze fell on the blue sky and white clouds.
On that day in my previous life, the sky was also blue with white clouds.
The sky was gentle and blue, the clouds were clear and white, but he was arguing with Wen Qing.
Wen Qing angrily slammed down the teacup in her hand: "She's your sister, she's right, I'm an outsider, I'm wrong!"
He was upset and didn't want to argue with Wen Qing, so he turned and walked towards the room in the parking lot.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qing had nothing in her hands, so she grabbed a bar of scented soap from the edge of the pool and threw it at Ji Yanjun, startling him.
Ji Yanjun looked down at the deformed soap, and became even angrier: "Wen Qing, you, you..."
"What about me?" Wen Qing demanded loudly.
"Whatever you want to do is none of my business!" Ji Yanjun slapped the spot she had smashed, stormed into the room, and slammed the door shut. As soon as he entered the room, he heard a series of crashes coming from the yard. It was Wen Qing smashing things again.
"Qingqing, Qingqing, what are you doing?" The gatekeeper came over to advise, "The porcelain basin has broken, it's prone to leaking."
"If it leaks, it leaks!"
"Hey, Yanjun, Qingqing has run away! Hurry up and chase after her to see where she went!" the gatekeeper shouted from inside the courtyard.
"Let her be! She's so temperamental!" Ji Yanjun replied from inside the room. He was still angry. He hadn't seen her for four or five days, and the first thing he saw her today was her arguing with Ji Ningzhi. He said a few words to Ji Ningzhi and a few words to her as well. Then he pulled her back to the parking lot, but she immediately became unwilling and started to get angry. He couldn't stop her. She was throwing things and hitting him. She's really gone too far!
"Sigh, I've been so busy this month, you've only seen each other twice, and you've already argued again. And yet you still told the old man about getting engaged. Do you think you can get engaged like this? Young people like this." After tidying up outside the door, the gatekeeper went back to his room. Ji Yanjun stayed in his room, feeling extremely angry.
After a while, his anger subsided. He looked out the window and into the doorway, but didn't see Wen Qing. He thought to himself, "I was really angry today. Usually, after a little argument, she would come over and apologize. She's always so agreeable. What's wrong with her today? She hasn't come over for so long."
Ji Yanjun waited for a while longer, but still didn't see anyone. He took the opportunity of buying cigarettes to buy some snacks at the convenience store, and also bought two pounds of apples to give to Wen Qing. He then deliberately wandered around the county town twice, and stood at Aunt Xiao's tailor shop, but still couldn't find Wen Qing.
So he went back to the parking lot, but Wen Qing was nowhere to be found.
Did they go back to Shuiwan Village?
He wanted to go to Shuiwan Village to find her, but he was a little nervous. Should he take a bath first? So he boiled water, took a bath, changed his clothes, and by the time he finished all of this, he found that it was already dark.
Should he go or not? Is it appropriate to go at night? Ji Yanjun hesitated, but decided to go and take a look anyway, just secretly. He picked up some snacks and two pounds of apples, locked the door, and walked out of the yard. As soon as he stepped out, he saw a figure squatting by the yard wall.
Ji Yanjun was not frightened, because his first thought was Wen Qing, and indeed it was Wen Qing.
"Qingqing." Ji Yanjun felt a surge of joy.
Wen Qing squatted down with her hands wrapped around her knees, without making a sound.
Ji Yanjun stepped forward, squatted down, and said, "Are you still angry?"
"None of your business," Wen Qing retorted irritably.
Ji Yanjun wasn't angry; he chuckled softly, "I'm still angry."
Wen Qing didn't even glance at him and remained squatting.
He reached out and touched Wen Qing's calf, asking, "Are your legs numb from squatting?"
"Get away from me." Wen Qing pushed his hand away.
"Have you eaten yet?" Ji Yanjun asked.
Wen Qing ignored everyone.
Ji Yanjun took her hand: "Come on, let's go inside and eat."
"Get away from me." Wen Qing shook off his hand.
Ji Yanjun was taken aback: "You're really getting into it, alright." Ji Yanjun threw down what he was holding, stood up, and Wen Qing thought he was going to leave, but he bent down and picked her up: "If you're not going, I'll carry you, okay?"
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