Chapter 59 Chapter 2 Realizing the purple and red on Xie Qingyu's body...
Realizing the purple and red marks on Xie Qingyu's body, Song Boyuan's expression changed unpredictably, and his throat was rolling and he couldn't help but cough twice.
What happened last night, whether intentional or unintentional, planted the seeds of a bond between the two.
It takes two to tango. If this happened to him, he couldn't stand it, and Xie Qingyu probably couldn't stand it either.
After seeing the marks he had left on Xie Qingyu's body, Song Boyuan's concern disappeared completely.
All that remains is a raging hatred towards the person who caused this.
"You rest here first, I'm going to town." Song Boyuan asked Xie Qingyu to lie down on the bed and prepared some porridge and water.
Turned around and left.
Not understanding why Song Boyuan suddenly became less angry and cared for him, Xie Qingyu still accepted his care with peace of mind.
After all, he suddenly appeared in this unfamiliar place with a weak body, so he had no extra energy to deal with other things.
There was a creaking sound of a wooden door closing, and Xie Qingyu realized that Song Boyuan had gone out.
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes and thought carefully about the memories left in his mind by the system.
He seemed to have worn it and traveled back to the 1980s.
In an era when electronic devices were not yet popular, Xie Qingyu, a 21st-century college student with a penchant for fun, shed tears of regret.
If I had known that reversing my day and night schedule would lead to sudden death, I would not have been sent to this place where there is nothing.
He must go to bed early and get up early, and be determined to be a good student with a regular schedule.
"Stop howling and finish the task quickly!" Seeing Xie Qingyu dragging his sick body after Song Boyuan left, he couldn't help but remind him.
"We can go back as soon as we finish the task."
Xie Qingyu turned a deaf ear to the system's previous words until he heard that he could go back, then he calmed down and sorted out the plot.
The original owner's name was the same as his, Xie Qingyu, and he was an educated youth sent to the countryside. His family was reported, and his parents were exiled to the harsh conditions of northern China. The original owner was lazy and never had to work, so his parents worried that he wouldn't be able to endure the harsh conditions of the loess-covered north. Before he left, they asked for permission to transfer him to a less harsh area.
It is here, a small mountain village not far from the city.
This time when going to the countryside, there was a son from another family in the compound who was going to this place with the original owner.
This person is none other than Fu Chen, the protagonist of the original plot, and also the control group of Xie Qingyu.
The two of them came from the same place and went to the same place. There were only two new educated youths in the small fishing village this year, and they were the original owner and Fu Chen, so they were inevitably compared.
Moreover, the gap between the two was enormous. Xie Qingyu was a city boy, raised by his parents, had never done any work, and was delicate and tender. In this era of earning work points through hard work, he couldn't do farm work, and acted like a noble young master, fishing in troubled waters every day, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. If he didn't work, he wouldn't eat, and he ended up starving.
Fortunately, there was a kind person who gave me some food from time to time, otherwise I don’t know if I could live to see Xie Qingyu. This kind person was also an old acquaintance, the one from last night, and the person Xie Qingyu was going to rescue this time, Song Boyuan.
This man's life was truly hard. His parents died young, leaving him alone. His father was the son of his grandfather and his first wife. After his first wife died young, his grandfather quickly remarried. As the saying goes, "a stepmother always has a stepfather." His father's hard life became even more difficult after the birth of his stepmother's child.
His grandfather's newly married wife was blatantly partial to her own child, and it was not until she almost killed Song Boyuan that his father decided to divide the family property.
After the family split up, Song Boyuan's family finally escaped the fate of being sucked dry by the vampires and lived happily for a while. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. When Song Boyuan was sixteen, his parents accidentally fell into the water on their way to work and died. Song Boyuan was left alone and helpless, so he struggled to survive on his own.
Of course, Song Boyuan’s tragic fate in the future is also because he, like the original owner, is one of the control groups, the control group of the protagonist, Song Jiale, the youngest son of his second uncle.
Fu Chen was a well-mannered man, with the air of a city kid, well-educated and quiet. He was also humble and unpretentious. He diligently completed his village assignments every day, and when he encountered something he didn't understand, he would humble himself and ask for advice. This immediately won the hearts of many people, including Song Boyuan and Song Jiale.
However, Song Boyuan didn't have the same qualities as Song Jiale. He was exposed to the elements and couldn't match the delicate skin and tender flesh of the beloved Song Jiale. So, when faced with the pairing of Song Jiale, who looked nothing like a country boy, and the tall and sturdy Song Boyuan, Fu Chen's heart clearly leaned towards Song Jiale.
As the control group, of course, it was because the original owner was also a nobody, and actually fell in love with Song Jiale. Compared with a well-educated, gentle and humble person, it's strange that Song Jiale would fall in love with the original owner.
However, in this era, everything is unknown. Fu Chen still has the thought of returning to the city, so it is impossible for him to respond to Song Jiale. However, he also keeps Song Boyuan in suspense. After all, no matter how well he adapts, life as an educated youth sent to the countryside is not easy. Song Boyuan is a good hunter, and keeping him in suspense can also help him get some meat.
But the original owner was like a dog, licking Song Jiale. Whenever he got something good from Song Boyuan, he would not care about himself and would give it to Song Jiale.
What happened last night was caused by this bootlicker who listened to Song Jiale and gave the food with something added to it to Song Boyuan, in order to prevent Song Boyuan from bothering Fu Chen again.
"You useless thing, Song Jiale doesn't even treat you as a human being. He didn't even tell you that there was something wrong with the food. Yet you still rushed forward." This guy was so stupid that he thought that he was just delivering food to Song Boyuan. He was so unbalanced that he was only delivering food to Song Boyuan and not giving it to him.
I ate it with Song Boyuan foolishly.
No wonder he felt so hot and uncomfortable last night when his hand touched Song Boyuan!
waste.
Xie Qingyu cursed in his heart again, and then realized that cursing him now was the same as cursing himself.
He closed his mouth awkwardly, fearing that the tall and strong Song Boyuan would come to his senses and settle the score. He lifted the quilt, put on his clothes, and ran back to the educated youth site stealthily.
"You haven't come back all night. Where have you been?" Fu Chen saw Xie Qingyu sneaking back and always felt that there was something different about him, so he could only say casually.
"It's so late, why haven't you gone to work yet?" Xie Qingyu didn't want to answer his question and changed the subject.
I'm secretly complaining in my heart, it's all because of you having an affair.
He despised her in his heart and showed disgust on his face.
Seeing Xie Qingyu's sour face and being disliked for no reason, Fu Chen suddenly felt that the feeling just now was an illusion and was unwilling to continue: "Song Jiale asked me something earlier, and I will go to work later."
Xie Qingyu became excited when she heard the name: "What could he want from you?"
"I don't know. I just went to see him. He was sick and didn't say anything else." Fu Chen chatted perfunctorily while preparing the tools he needed for work.
"Are you sick?" Xie Qingyu seemed to be thinking about something, and he said that in the original plot, Song Jiale had to expose something early in the morning. It turned out that he had a cold and couldn't come.
Xie Qingyu couldn't help but sigh that the butterfly effect was really great. He didn't want to come to a strange place.
It's socially dead.
Wait, it seems that social death is not the most important thing. If he is caught on the spot, wouldn’t he be beaten by Song Boyuan with a black eye and a big bump on his head, just like in the original plot?
Xie Qingyu quickly pulled out a mirror from the simple bag of its original owner.
In the broken mirror, Xie Qingyu's face, which was almost the same as the one in the real world, appeared in fragments in the mirror.
Just a little thinner.
Really beautiful!
Gurgle——
My stomach started to rumble at an inopportune moment.
Xie Qingyu didn't have time to admire his handsome face in the broken mirror.
It’s more important to fill your stomach first.
No! No!
Not even a hair.
Xie Qingyu searched through the original owner's bag, but couldn't find anything to fill his stomach.
The original owner was just a vagrant and couldn't get much food, and he wouldn't eat with the educated youth in the educated youth center.
So, there really is no food at all.
I hadn't recovered before, but now that I was completely fine, hunger came over me.
Xie Qingyu couldn't help swallowing his saliva because of the itching sensation of food all over his body. He walked around the educated youth dormitory for a few times. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he scooped up some water with a ladle and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
Try to fill your stomach with water.
After drinking a bucket of water, the itching sensation disappeared, and my stomach rumbled, as if it was full of water.
After a while, I felt hungry again.
The original owner had never done much farm work, and neither had Xie Qingyu!
Following the example of the original owner in his memory, Xie Qingyu fumbled for the hoe that the original owner usually used and carried it on his back.
Faced with a large piece of land in front of me that needs to be reclaimed, I can't tame the tools in my hands for a long time.
After struggling for most of the day, I still haven't left the shady place under my feet.
With his self-confidence dashed, Xie Qingyu dropped the hoe and Shui Lingling sat down to rest.
Hungry and sweating, my thoughts drifted back to Song Boyuan's shabby little house.
That bedside seems.
It seems like there is a bowl of porridge.
He was so hungry that he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality. Xie Qingyu only felt that the bowl of porridge was leaving a deeper and deeper impression in his memory.
"Hey, there really is one." Xie Qingyu returned again, his feet already standing on the earthen stone steps.
Through the window, the bowl of white porridge on the bedside appeared clearly in front of me.
He was so hungry that even a bowl of porridge could make Xie Qingyu swallow his saliva.
"Why are you standing outside?" The young man's slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"Song Boyuan, you're back?" The sudden voice behind him startled Xie Qingyuan, and he exclaimed in surprise when he saw the person coming.
"Drink the porridge first. I'll go make some medicine for you." Song Boyuan saw the dirt on Xie Qingyu's body, and without saying a word, he handed the cold porridge on the bedside to Xie Qingyu, turned around and went to the kitchen with the medicine bag.
Seeing Song Boyuan's calm expression, Xie Qingyu's heart, which had been beating in her throat, finally settled down in her stomach.
He didn't seem to care about what happened last night.
Good person!
Xie Qingyu kept talking, scooping porridge from the bowl to fill his stomach, while silently sighing in his heart.
After eating a bowl of porridge, the rumbling stomach finally stopped. Xie Qingyu, who had nothing to do, strolled to the kitchen door.
Song Boyuan was making a fire, and he did not forget to stir the medicine in the earthenware jar from time to time.
"Can I help you?"
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