Chapter 78 Song Qinian, are you sleeping here tonight?

Under the dim light, Song Qinian squatted on the ground, hammering the nails on the wooden board.

The entire house was covered with sawdust.

At a glance, Bai Wei saw a double-door wardrobe, a desk, a dressing table, and what Song Qinian was installing was a large bookcase.

"Song Qinian, what are you doing with the bookcase?"

Bai Wei squatted beside Song Qinian, her small body leaning against him, looking up at the bookcase in front of her.

Song Qinian built this bookcase with five layers in total. If it were filled with books, it could hold at least two or three hundred books!

"Weiwei, I'm a rough person, I don't have much culture. Unlike you, you are cultured."

"Our place is very remote, and there are not many entertainment activities. I will buy you more books and show them to you. You can also teach me how to read. How about that? Is that okay?"

Song Qinian hammered the last nail in and turned to look at Bai Wei seriously.

His eyes are big, clear, and deep enough to melt you.

"Are you willing to learn?"

Bai Wei was also a little curious.

"Of course I am willing! I don't want to be illiterate and embarrass you! I will practice calligraphy in the future and make my handwriting as beautiful as yours!"

When saying this, Song Qinian lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling a little inferior.

On the battlefield, he is a brave and invincible soldier, but when facing Bai Wei, he always feels that he is not as good as her.

Bai Wei has beautiful handwriting, is well-educated, can repair cars and drive. She is very good, just like the bright moon in the sky, so he also wants to make himself better and get closer to her.

"Song Qinian, you won't embarrass me. You... are my pride."

Bai Wei also noticed Song Qinian's somewhat humble look, so she reached out and gently hugged Song Qinian.

"You are not only my pride, but also my hero!"

Going to the battlefield at the age of sixteen, fighting bravely, Bai Weiguang could guess just by thinking about it that he must have been on the line between life and death countless times.

"I will teach you to write the words you don't know."

"I'll read you a poem you haven't heard before."

"Let's read the book you've never read before!"

"Song Qinian, please give me your guidance for the rest of my life!"

All the furniture in this room was made by Song Qinian himself.

Each one of them was filled with his care and doting on her.

She saved money for him, and he didn't want her to feel wronged.

Just for this feeling, Bai Wei felt that she had made the right choice.

"Please give me your guidance for the rest of my life."

Feeling Bai Wei's warm embrace, Song Qinian also reached out and hugged her tightly.

Under the light, two figures, one big and one small, were shone obliquely on the ground, hugging each other very intimately and very close.

"Weiwei, take a look at these furnitures. Do you like them? If you want anything else, I can make them for you."

Song Qinian picked up Bai Wei with one hand, pointed at the furniture in front of them, and asked Bai Wei with an expectant look on his face like a child asking for credit.

"I like it very much. I like it very much. I really like it too much! Song Qinian, you did a great job!"

Bai Wei looked carefully at the furniture in front of her, especially the dressing table. She didn't know where Song Qinian found a mirror and placed it right on the dressing table.

She had seen the same type of dressing table in a shopping mall in the county before, and it was priced at two or three hundred yuan!

"I didn't expect your craftsmanship is so good. It's almost the same as the ones in the mall!"

Bai Wei exaggerates.

Song Qinian shook his head in embarrassment, "My father is a carpenter, so I learned some skills from him since I was a child. I'm glad you like it."

This was the first time Song Qinian mentioned his parents.

"Song Qinian, you still need to write a letter to your family about our marriage and explain the situation."

Chen Fangling was the marriage arranged by the Song family for their youngest son.

Now that Bai Wei has intervened, Song Qinian knows that his parents will definitely not agree.

"I'll write home when we get married."

Song Qinian waved his hands, intending to kill first and report later.

Bai Wei saw Song Qinian's attitude and seemed unwilling to talk more, so she did not ask any more questions. Once Chen Fangling returned to the village, Song's parents would naturally know about this.

She had to write a letter to her grandfather to let him know the news.

"Then I'll put the furniture in place first!"

Song Qinian insisted that Bai Wei not take any action, so he began to move the furniture back to the bedroom, and the desk and bookcase were moved to the study.

Bai Wei was not idle either, and cleaned up all the wood chips on the floor of the main room.

"Weiwei, take a look, what do you think?"

After Song Qinian had put all the furniture in place, he presented it as if it were a treasure and asked Bai Wei to come and see it.

Bai Wei looked at the house that had already been furnished, and it felt much warmer than before.

The things they bought in the county town were also ready.

Especially for the bed in the bedroom, Song Qinian specially bought a bright red quilt and a bright red pillowcase with the word "happiness" on it. He even made the bed while Bai Wei was tidying up the main room.

The red wedding character on the bed, set against the red quilt, brought a strong festive atmosphere, brightening the whole room.

"Weiwei, come and try this bed, is it comfortable..."

Bai Wei looked at the bed, then glanced at Song Qinian. She shook his hand nervously.

"That... Song Qinian..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Song Qinian clapped his hands and turned to look at Bai Wei.

She was standing in front of him with her face flushed and an ambiguous emotion in her eyes.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?"