I've been trying to write two thousand words, but I feel like I can't write any more.
What kind of torture is this?
Who can write a love letter of 10,000 words! Who!
Zhou Yian almost wanted to smash the pen.
I can't bear to do that.
It’s too expensive.
After glancing at the time on his watch, he realized it was time to prepare dinner. Zhou Yian breathed a sigh of relief, as cooking was actually a simpler option.
She rubbed her face vigorously and asked Song Songbai with a forced smile, "Husband, what do you want to eat?"
Song Songbai looked at her hypocritical face and thought for a moment, "You eat whatever you cook."
"That's quite sensible." Zhou Yian sighed. Couldn't she find an opportunity to have a fight and write fewer words? "Then you go back to work."
I returned to the kitchen dejectedly. It was annoying to think about what to cook every day, so I just cooked some vegetables and ate them with the dishes in the space.
For the sake of the ten thousand words, Zhou Yian decided to swallow the humiliation today and ask Song Songbai to eat first.
Unfortunately, Song Songbai didn't accept the challenge. "You eat first. I'll finish what I'm doing."
"Oh." Zhou Yian had no choice but to go back and eat by himself. It seemed that it would be useless if he didn't write a love letter. He was quite cold.
I'm so angry. Why did Tian Ye write to me for no apparent reason?
Zhou Yian had no idea of Tian Ye's dilemma. Although she knew it was not a good thing, getting married right after going to the countryside would still easily arouse people's associations. After struggling for several months, she decided to write back to ask her to be cautious.
Zhou Yian ate alone and felt a little discouraged. When Song Songbai was really angry, he was a little too difficult to please.
The fairy sighed.
After dinner, we started to solve the problem again.
It's too difficult. Such a difficult task cannot be completed in one day. Time and tasks should be allocated reasonably so that efficiency can be higher.
Therefore, Zhou Yian decided to go digging wild vegetables in the afternoon, as vegetables are also very important.
Zhou Yian sneaked towards the back door carrying a backpack, intending to go early and come back early.
At this time, spring has swept across the mountains. It is no longer just a little bit of dandelions at the beginning, but now there are all kinds of wild vegetables.
There were more aunties around now than at the beginning, scattered everywhere. Some aunties who were relatively familiar with her came over to chat with her about gossip, "Hey, did you know that Accountant Ge was taken away by the police this morning?"
It was already daybreak when Accountant Ge was taken away, and the gossipy uncles and aunts were all awake, so they naturally saw it. But when Liu Yang was taken away, it was still dark, and most people didn't know about it yet.
"Auntie, did you see it?" Zhou Yian asked back. The matter had not been settled yet, so she didn't dare to tell anyone about it.
"I saw it," the old lady leaned close to her and whispered, "He was taken away by the police. His wife Huang Man went out after he was taken away. I guess she went to look for her father."
Her father was the commune secretary.
But at this time, when the evidence is solid, no one dares to cover up the truth.
"Will it be useful to ask her father about the matter of her being taken away by the police?" Zhou Yian also asked secretly, not in a low voice, without any gossip.
"Who knows?" The old lady curled her lips. "He always relies on his father-in-law to talk official rhetoric and doesn't do any practical work. The village chief is still the best."
Zhou Yian smiled and responded to the old lady while digging wild vegetables.
"At first, Accountant Ge wanted him to live in your house, and he didn't want to pay a penny," the old lady couldn't help but say, "But the village chief voted and everyone agreed to buy it. Otherwise, he would have occupied it long ago."
"The village chief is quite fair." Zhou Yian nodded. This lady was obviously a supporter of the village chief.
"You and Song Zhiqing are good too," the old lady complimented them. "When will the tractor be repaired?"
"I don't know about that," Zhou Yian replied, truly not knowing. "It was all done by Song Zhiqing."
"That's true." The old lady nodded. "Come on, there are a lot of wild vegetables over there. Let's go together."
Let’s go.
While digging wild vegetables, Zhou Yian couldn't help but follow the old lady to collect firewood.
"It's a convenient thing, and I have some firewood at home."
Calculating the time, Zhou Yian prepared to go back at four o'clock and say goodbye to the aunt with whom he had a very pleasant chat.
He sneaked back home through the back door, thinking that Song Songbai should still be working in the front.
He pretended to write a love letter on the table in the room.
Song Songbai heard some rustling noises in the room and came in. "How's the writing going?"
"Don't worry, just wait for the love letter." Zhou Yian thought for a moment, feeling a surge of inspiration. That old lady was quite good at talking, wasn't she just praising people? She could definitely do it.
"He was tall and strong, with a dark complexion, broad shoulders and a round waist, and his hair was short and thick, like a cluster of orderly black needles," Song Songbai stood and looked down at her. "He was wearing a black suit and a tie, and his face was like knife-cut noodles."
The more Zhou Yian listened, the more embarrassed he became, and he wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.
"Is this what you wrote about me?" Song Songbai was almost laughing because of her anger. What nonsense.
Then this is just a water word count.
Zhou Yian thought to himself, how can I finish writing ten thousand words if I don’t think of a way?
"I haven't finished writing yet, how could you peek!" She suddenly thought of a point to fight back and spoke righteously.
"Why can't I see it if it's given to me?" Song Songbai stared at her. "Who do you want to show it to?"
"No one can read this. This is just a draft, a draft." Zhou Yian laughed at what he saw and pushed him out. "Honey, don't worry. It will definitely be a perfect love letter."
"Then I'll wait." Song Songbai pinched the back of her neck, "As soon as possible."
"I understand." Zhou Yian replied reluctantly, "How about knife-cut noodles tonight?"
"No." Song Songbai felt helpless when he thought of the description just now. What kind of words were those? Without considering the context, he didn't understand that it was talking about a human face.
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