Chapter 60 Chapter 3 Xie Qingyu leaned against the wooden door of the kitchen,…
Xie Qingyu leaned against the wooden door of the kitchen, his body slightly bent, looking so weak as if most of his strength had been drained away. His face was pale as he leaned most of his weight against the wooden door.
After so long, his face had lost all color. His once resolute features were now softened by weakness. His eyes were vacant and his words were weak. His fair fingers subconsciously grasped the wooden door for support.
The rough door left a few tiny red marks on his callous-free fingers.
Song Boyuan: "No one needs help. You can go to the bed and lie down and rest for a while."
"No need, I slept for a long time." Xie Qingyu slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down on the wooden stool next to Song Boyuan.
The two of them sat in silence.
After all, the only interaction between the two before was that Xie Qingyu was extremely hungry and came to Song Boyuan to beg for food.
Nowadays, the relationship is just that of a donor and a beggar, not very familiar.
The firewood was burning in the stove, and the black medicine in the pot was slowly simmering over a low fire.
The heat from the fire dyed their faces red, and Xie Qingyu's originally cold fingers also became warm under the scorching flames.
"That last night, I was also set up." Xie Qingyu couldn't stand the situation and spoke slowly.
"Actually, that person is..." He realized that the person who drugged him was the cousin of the person in front of him.
Xie Qingyu found it a little difficult to speak.
After all, we are relatives, yet he is so cruel.
Song Boyuan understood clearly: "Yes, I know, that person is Song Jiale."
Although he is not very popular in this village, it is impossible for anyone to drug him for no reason because of his honest and hardworking nature.
Apart from,
The cousin who had been at odds with him since childhood.
"Yes, it was him. He gave me that pastry. I didn't know there was drug in it." Xie Qingyu explained again.
He even sounded a little righteous and his tone was a little anxious.
It is the fact!
He has been a virgin for twenty years, and he has also suffered losses, and he has not yet been able to seek justice.
It's so pitiful and sad.
The original owner is so hateful!
Song Boyuan didn't say anything, staring at Xie Qingyu's eyes for a long time.
When Xie Qingyu thought that Song Boyuan still didn't believe it, he threw away those thoughts of avoidance and planned to continue explaining.
"Um."
Song Boyuan's words made Xie Qingyu feel relieved.
"Cough cough cough"
The medicine that Xie Qingyu needs to take must be decocted over a low fire. Song Boyuan's home is close to the mountains, and he is a hardworking man. There is a lot of firewood at home, and most of it is large. Once the large firewood is burned through, the fire will inevitably be strong.
In order to make the fire smaller, Song Boyuan could only take out some firewood to reduce the fire.
Unburned firewood will inevitably cause smoke.
"What's wrong? Did you choke? Or is your heart attack recurring?" A heart-wrenching cough suddenly came from the side.
Song Boyuan put down the tongs in his hand and went to pat Xie Qingyu on the back.
"It's okay, I just choked." Xie Qingyu recovered and his throat felt a little itchy.
There is no other uncomfortable part.
His face was pale, but it became much rosier due to the excitement.
This is much more pleasing to the eye.
Worried about Xie Qingyu's condition, he quickly asked her to lie back in bed.
"There's too much smoke in the kitchen, go back and rest quickly."
Xie Qingyu looked over and saw the kitchen still filled with thick smoke, with no sign of it dissipating.
Agreed.
"Then I'll go back to my room and rest."
"Go quickly! The medicine is ready, I'll bring it to you."
There was a slight itch in his throat, and Xie Qingyu knew that he couldn't stay here any longer.
He left the smoky place without further delay.
Back to where you just came from.
Song Boyuan was busy running around for him, and Xie Qingyu felt bad about it and wanted to help clean up.
I didn't expect that there is no difference between what you see and what you touch.
One word to describe it is broken.
The house has only one floor and two rooms, one is the kitchen and the other is the bedroom in front of you.
It was called a bedroom, but it only had a wooden bed and a set of wooden tables and chairs.
It's quite ugly.
"What are you standing here looking at?" Song Boyuan stood there for a while, holding the enamel bowl, and found that the person was still motionless.
I couldn't help but speak out.
"No, just looking." Through the wooden window, there are many flowers and trees planted outside, which is really pleasing to the eyes.
Someone who loves flowers this much must have a good heart.
"Come here quickly and drink the medicine so you can get better quickly."
Xie Qingyu walked to the table and his eyes fell on the black medicinal juice on the table. His face changed.
Knowing Chinese medicine is not easy.
I didn't expect it to be so creepy, a black bowl with a bitter taste.
"Drink it quickly while it's hot." Song Boyuan didn't notice the change in Xie Qingyu's expression.
Her eyes, filled with the hope for his best, seemed to penetrate with substance.
Xie Qingyu didn't hesitate any longer. He slowly picked up the bowl on the table, closed his eyes, and took a big gulp.
"Ah! It's so bitter!" It really lives up to its reputation, it's really bitter!
The face with delicate features became wrinkled in an instant.
"Want one?"
A sweet aroma emanated from the candied fruit in front of him. Xie Qingyu didn't care about anything else and subconsciously opened her mouth to bite it.
The moment the candied fruit enters your mouth, the sweetness explodes in your mouth, so sweet that it's choking, but the bitterness of the Chinese medicine interweaves and penetrates with it, achieving a delicate balance.
It just makes the bitterness on the tip of the tongue dissipate, leaving a light sweet aftertaste.
"This medicine," Xie Qingyu stared at the bottom of the empty bowl, "how much is it?"
Song Boyuan heard Xie Qingyu asking about the money for the medicine.
He looked up at Xie Qingyu with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He knew exactly who Xie Qingyu was. He was the kind of person who came to his place for free meals every day and never mentioned the word money.
Today, have you changed your gender?
Seeing Song Boyuan's incredulous look, Xie Qingyu thought he didn't believe he would pay back the money, so she quickly explained, "I know I don't have money right now, but I can write an IOU first and pay you back later."
Sincere and earnest words came out from Xie Qingyu's handsome face.
"Need not."
Xie Qingyu said earnestly, "Are you afraid that I can't pay it back? I can write you an IOU, and if you don't pay it back, you can sue me."
"No, I don't need to."
"Then why...?"
Song Boyuan instantly forgot his doubts: "Okay."
After answering, the person in front of me stood up and looked around the room as if he was looking for something important.
"Are you looking for something? I can help."
In the clearly visible bedroom, of course, one couldn't find what Song Boyuan needed.
After searching around, he sat down opposite Xie Qingyu again.
A bit of dark yellow at the corner of the table caught his attention.
"Can I use this to write?" Song Boyuan looked a little embarrassed as he pulled out a dark yellow paper with the prescription written on it from his medicine bag.
The broad and huge palm gently turned over the side with the prescription written on it, revealing the dark yellow and white side without any writing on it.
"Of course, but no..." Xie Qingyu made a writing gesture.
Song Boyuan only realized what Xie Qingyu was doing when he saw her move. He didn't even have a piece of paper, let alone a pen.
After a moment of stalemate, Song Boyuan suddenly ran outside in a hurry.
Not knowing why he was like that, Xie Qingyu just followed him blankly.
In the kitchen.
The charcoal from the firewood used to make medicine has not been processed yet.
Song Boyuan picked out the charcoal that he liked, polished it carefully, and picked a leaf from the yard.
Carefully wrap the end of the carbon so that you won't get your hands dirty when you write.
I originally wanted to run back and give the homemade pen to Xie Qingyu.
But he saw that thin figure beside the door not far away.
"Try it? Does it work?" Song Boyuan handed the pen in his hand to Xie Qingyu as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Of course." He stared at her with hopeful eyes.
Xie Qingyu took it and slowly wrote the IOU on the yellowed paper.
It feels like playing house.
Xie Qingyu held the charcoal pencil and slowly wrote down what he was going to write on the paper before handing the paper to Song Boyuan.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you if you don't take a look at the contents?" Seeing that he didn't even bother to read it, she folded the paper and put it in her pocket.
"It's okay." Song Boyuan didn't hear the teasing in the text. He glanced at the sun, which was showing a faint trend of setting. "I'll ask for leave for you later. You rest well at home. I'll go to work first."
Nowadays, people have tasks every day. If they fail to complete them, they will not get full work points. Work points can be used to exchange for rice, flour, grain and oil.
It can be said that work points are the foundation of people’s livelihood today.
The person in front of me is a rare person in the village who always gets full work points.
Xie Qingyu realized the importance of this: "Okay."
Song Boyuan found the tools he needed to work, walked out of the yard, and glanced back worriedly: "If you're hungry, there's rice and flour in the kitchen. You can cook it and eat it first."
"Okay." After feeling hungry in the morning.
When Xie Qingyu heard these words, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.
What a nice person!
I only remembered that I had rice, but I forgot something important.
As dusk fell, Xie Qingyu swayed and looked at the raw rice in the kitchen.
Neither can hurt the other in the slightest.
He can't cook!
But when you stay at someone else's house, you don't have to clean and you don't know how to cook.
Is it really okay?
Anyway, Xie Qingyu felt guilty about it.
Facing the flame that was finally ignited.
"Why are you in the kitchen?"
Being hit by Song Boyuan like this.
The little spark that was created with great effort was extinguished.
"What's wrong? Were you hurt by the firewood?" Seeing that Xie Qingyu didn't move for a long time, Song Boyuan was afraid that something might have happened to him, so he hurried forward to check.
There were a few more traces of black and gray on the delicate and beautiful fair face.
It looks a little embarrassed, but also a little cute.
"I just want to try to cook." Xie Qingyu was held tightly by Song Boyuan and had nowhere to hide.
I can only speak in silence.
Song Boyuan's throat moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.
Xie Qingyu's ears flushed red, and just as he was about to turn around, a piece of white cloth blocked his view. It turned out to be Song Boyuan, who was using a handkerchief, dipped in water, to carefully clean the black marks on his face.
"Go out and play! I'll take care of this." After wiping it clean, Song Boyuan took the firewood from Xie Qingyu's hand in a gentle tone.
Feeling a push, Xie Qingyu looked up again and saw the scenery of the courtyard at dusk.
In the kitchen, the only thing left was the black-stained handkerchief.
In the evening, with the afterglow of the setting sun and a gentle breeze, Xie Qingyu sat under the banyan tree in the courtyard, his thoughts racing.
What was it like at this time in the original plot?
It probably wasn't as peaceful and quiet as it is now.
Fortunately, Song Jiale was sick and had no time to cause any trouble.
Otherwise there will be chaos.
Thinking of this, Xie Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes dimmed, and a dark light flashed.
It seems that we need to think of countermeasures in advance.
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