He will always be touched and happy by her care.
"That's fine." Seeing that there were many people around, Zhou Yian said hello to Aunt Xu and prepared to leave.
"Let's go."
After leaving the state-owned hotel, the two got on their bicycles again.
Zhou Yian secretly put the beef into the space. Even though they were going to Uncle Zhang's place later, the beef was too scarce, so it was better for the two of them to eat it themselves. She was a little reluctant to share it with others.
Then there is no distinction.
Zhou Yian felt at ease about this.
Sharing means sharing what you have in excess, not what you also have that is scarce and loved.
When Zhou Yian arrived at the county management station where Uncle Zhang was staying, he was used to the closed door.
This time, Uncle Zhang finally came to open the door when I knocked.
"Uncle Zhang, we're here to see you."
"What's so good about an old man like me?" Uncle Zhang looked at the person standing upright behind Zhou Yian and examined him from head to toe. "This time, you even brought your husband with you."
"Yes, yes." Zhou Yian nodded repeatedly.
"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Song Songbai also greeted him.
After hearing Song Songbai's reply, Zhou Yian felt a little scared, afraid that Uncle Zhang would say something he shouldn't say.
"Uncle Zhang won't let us in?" Zhou Yian spoke quickly. Uncle Zhang's look was quite scary.
Song Songbai accepted it well and was used to being stared at.
"Come in." Uncle Zhang opened the door completely. "It's been a long time."
"Yes, yes." Zhou Yian pulled the others in and nodded, "I am now a glorious scorekeeper, and I have a job."
"It's better to be busy."
"You didn't even come to Ge Qiuze's wedding last time."
"I have a job, too," Uncle Zhang defended himself. "I still need to look after this place."
"Yes, Comrade Zhang is here." Zhou Yian thought about how to organize his words. It didn't seem good to talk to him right away.
"Sit down." Uncle Zhang brought a stool for the person and returned to his recliner.
Zhou Yian wants to try this recliner. Uncle Zhang lies on it every day, so it must be very comfortable.
"Have you had lunch?" Zhou Yian asked Uncle Zhang, starting with the Chinese greeting.
"I've eaten. How about you?" Uncle Zhang paused and added, "How about you two?"
"I've eaten." Zhou Yian sat down by himself.
Song Songbai hesitated but still stood. Zhou Yian grabbed his hand and said, "Isn't this stool quite long? Let's sit together. Don't be shy."
Who is shy...Song Songbai sat down next to her, and he could still squeeze in if he squeezed a little.
Uncle Zhang looked so ashamed, but I didn't expect him to be so clingy.
Zhou Yian took out the newspaper and said, "Uncle Zhang, it's been reported."
"Did it really get reported?" Uncle Zhang took it and squinted his eyes to read the words on the newspaper.
Zhou Yian felt that Uncle Zhang's eyesight was a little bad, "How about I read it to you."
"No need, I can read and recognize words by myself." Uncle Zhang frowned and looked at it. It was a little hard to see. What a crappy newspaper. The words were so small.
Zhou Yian played with Song Songbai's hands out of boredom.
The fingers are slender, but there are many calluses on them, and they feel rough to the touch.
"Let me keep this newspaper and read it slowly." Uncle Zhang read a few lines, sighed inwardly, and then became enthusiastic again, "Then I'll talk to you about the past."
"Okay," Zhou Yian said, "but I have something else to ask. Didn't you not go to the wedding banquet last time? Let Comrade Zhang go."
"What? A girl likes him?" Uncle Zhang felt a little sad. Although this was his original purpose, it seemed that he couldn't delay her.
"Yes, there are many. Comrade Zhang is just likable." Zhou Yian nodded and wanted to take back Song Songbai's hand and take the notebook in her bag.
Song Songbai held on firmly and didn't let go.
"Hmm?" Zhou Yian took a look, "What?"
Song Songbai loosened his hand and suppressed the discomfort in his heart. He knew that he was abnormal and he simply could not accept any praise and attention from other men from his An An.
Any slight disturbance can make him nervous.
This is not normal.
He knows.
Zhou Yian gave him a puzzled look and took out a notebook. "Several women in our village asked me to set them up. I wrote them all down."
Uncle Zhang put the newspaper away carefully and took Zhou Yian's notebook. The handwriting was good and he started reading. It felt good. Uncle Zhang didn't mind whether it was rural or not. As long as it was good, he could accept it, but now it was like this.
"They are all good girls, but this is the problem." Uncle Zhang hesitated for a moment. This problem cannot be cured just by saying, "Peng Yue, you can't delay these girls. Let them find other families."
"???" Zhou Yian's CPU was a little burned. Was that what she understood? So she said cautiously, "Is that it?"
Song Songbai was also stunned for a moment.
"What's that, what's that? Why do you think so much as a young girl?" Uncle Zhang felt a little embarrassed. "Anyway, just reject it. We're not getting married anytime soon."
Uncle Zhang had been very enthusiastic about letting his son get married a while ago, so Zhou Yian felt that he shouldn't have asked. "Oh, I know, I know. Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, I'll keep it a secret."
Comrade Zhang has had a hard time too. Zhou Yian felt a little sympathetic towards him. Soldiers are truly great.
As a law-abiding and honest citizen, Zhou Yian secretly swore that she would keep it a secret!
Uncle Zhang didn't know why, but he saw an inexplicable determination on her face and sighed. She was a little girl, but she knew a lot.
"An An, go inside and get yourself a glass of malted milk." Uncle Zhang spoke and sent the man away.
Zhou Yian stood up and went obediently.
"Um, Xiao Song, right?" Uncle Zhang coughed as he watched the man walk away. "Didn't you kill a deer last time?"
"Yeah." Song Songbai nodded.
"Do you still have that thing from the deer?" He felt that deer blood wine was useless, so when he asked, he was told that it still didn't work.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm right," Song Songbai said seriously, "It's best to go to the hospital for this kind of thing. It's not a good idea to rush to seek medical treatment."
He also thought that Uncle Zhang was heartbroken, but he was not illiterate and still knew a little bit.
But he couldn't pull it over!
There was nothing he could do even if Zhang Pengyue was unwilling.
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