Chapter 84 Is this still the serious Fu Yucheng?
As soon as they entered the courtyard, Jiang Jianhua came over and pointed at the candied haws in Yun Tangyin's hand and laughed: "What's so good about this sour thing?"
Fu Yucheng put the cloth bag on the table and said, "If my second sister-in-law wants to eat some, I'll bring two skewers with her tomorrow."
He turned and winked at Yun Tangyin, "But I have to ask my wife if she agrees first."
Yun Tangyin stuffed the remaining two candied haws into Jiang Jianhua's hands and said, "Since it's sour, Second Sister-in-law, eat more. It will whet your appetite."
She glanced at Xinna's shoe soles on the table and said, "Is this made for my second brother? The stitching is so neat."
Jiang Jianhua blushed: "It's just random sewing, how can it compare to the plum blossom embroidery you made."
She suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, Aunt Wang from the tailor shop said she'd come get the fabric samples tomorrow. Would you like her to take your measurements first?"
"No need to trouble Aunt Wang." Fu Yucheng rolled up his sleeves. "I'll measure it. I guarantee it'll be exactly right."
He took a tape measure and put it around Yun Tangyin's waist, and deliberately scratched her waist with his fingertips, making her feel itchy and keep dodging.
"Stop it." Yun Tangyin slapped his hand away, measured the size herself and wrote it down on a piece of paper, "Is this okay?"
Fu Yucheng looked at the number on the paper and suddenly chuckled: "A waist of 1.9 feet? Even thinner than when I first got married."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't make new clothes for you." Yun Tangyin pretended to tear the paper, but he held her back.
"Do it, we must do it." He folded the paper carefully. "Not only cheongsams, but also cotton-padded jackets, padded jackets, and overalls. We have to have everything for spring, summer, autumn, and winter."
During dinner, Song Yushuang frowned as she looked at the hawthorn water on the table: "Hawthorn water again? I don't like things that are too sour."
Yun Tangyin scooped a spoonful and handed it over: "Mom, try it. Fu Yucheng made it specially for me and added rock sugar."
Song Yushuang smacked his lips: "Well, this time it's really not bad."
She glanced at Fu Yucheng and said, "You kid, you didn't even know how to make porridge before, but now you know how to care for others."
Fu Yucheng picked up a piece of pork ribs for Yun Tangyin and said, "My wife taught me well."
At night, Yun Tangyin embroidered the collar of her cheongsam in front of an oil lamp. Fu Yucheng lay beside her and watched: "This plum blossom embroidery is much better than the earthworm stitch last time."
"If you mention earthworms again, I'll stab you." Yun Tangyin raised the embroidery needle and shook it, the tip of the needle gleaming faintly under the light.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest: "Go ahead, pierce here, close to the heart."
Yun Tangyin's face flushed red, and she poked the needle into the cloth quickly: "Don't be serious, you have to get up early tomorrow."
The next morning, Fu Yucheng went to the tailor shop with fabric samples.
Yun Tangyin was drying quilts in the yard when Yuxia came in carrying a bamboo basket. "Yinyin, can you use the stone mill? I want to grind some cornmeal."
"Take it and use it." Yun Tangyin helped her move the millstone. "Sister-in-law, do you want to make steamed bread?"
"Yeah, Yuanzheng said he wanted to eat." Yuxia poured corn kernels into the millstone. "It's strange, I used to think his plain meals were unfair to me, but now I think steamed cornbread is more delicious than braised pork."
Yun Tangyin smiled and helped her push the millstone: "This is how life is."
As he was talking, Fu Yucheng came back with a paper bag in his hand: "Aunt Wang said that the cheongsam needs to be embroidered with gold thread to look good, so I bought two spools by the way."
Yun Tangyin opened the paper package, and the gold thread gleamed in the sunlight: "This must have cost a lot of money, right?"
"The money is for my wife." He scratched her nose. "By the way, the regiment has announced that they will hold a military-civilian party the day after tomorrow, and they want the families of the soldiers to perform as well."
"I can't sing or dance." Yun Tangyin waved her hands repeatedly.
Yu Xia pushed the millstone and laughed, "Who asked you to sing a big show? Just act out how you two live your daily life. You mend Ah Cheng's clothes, and he picks wild flowers for you. Standing on the stage, that's better than anything else."
Yun Tangyin was still frightened, but Fu Yucheng had already squatted down to help push the millstone: "Just act out the scene where we're fishing in the Songhua River. I'll carry the fishing rod and you carry the fish basket. No need for any lines."
"Wouldn't that be like playing with monkeys?" Yun Tangyin poked his arm. "Besides, I'm not good at acting."
"No need to act." Fu Yucheng smiled until his eyes wrinkled. "Just pretend that the audience are all fish in the river, staring at you."
As he was speaking, Jiang Jianhua came over with a sewing basket and said, "I heard about it. Yinyin, if you don't mind, I can give you a hand."
Yun Tangyin's heart moved, and just as she was about to agree, Fu Yucheng spoke first: "No, my wife can only act with me."
Yu Xia was so amused that she slapped her thigh and said, "You are such a jealous person! You even get jealous of your second sister-in-law!"
That afternoon, Fu Yucheng borrowed a huqin from somewhere and sat in the yard, playing it like he was sawing wood.
Yun Tangyin covered her ears and laughed: "You're not playing the violin, you're trying to scare away all the sparrows in the yard."
"Just practice and it will be fine." He put down the huqin and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. "I composed a little tune."
He cleared his throat and sang: "Light blue cloth, made into a cheongsam, my wife looks like a fairy in it..."
"It's so ugly." Yun Tangyin was about to cover his mouth, but he held her hand down.
"Tomorrow when I play the violin, you stand there and smile." Fu Yucheng pinched her face, "When you smile, the audience will be stunned."
Yun Tangyin looked at Fu Yucheng helplessly.
Is this still the serious Fu Yucheng?
On the day of the party, Fu Yucheng wore a neat military uniform and carried his huqin on his shoulder, looking quite presentable.
Yun Tangyin was wearing a newly made moon-white shirt and holding the Jiangshi bracelet in her hand, her palms sweating from nervousness.
"Don't be afraid." Fu Yucheng leaned close to her ear and said, "If you forget the words, just yell 'Fu Yucheng, you frivolous bastard'. It won't go wrong."
The huqin began to play, and although the tune was distorted, it was lively. Fu Yucheng began to sing: "The supply and marketing cooperative has fresh flowered cloth, I bought three pieces for my wife..."
Yun Tangyin wanted to sing along, but was so amused by the laughter from the audience that she forgot the words. She could only glare at him with a red face: "Fu Yucheng, you frivolous guy!"
The audience laughed even more happily. Fu Yucheng responded naturally: "My wife said I'm not serious. I only dare to act so foolishly because I love you..."
After the song was finished, Fu Yucheng suddenly put down his huqin and bowed to Yun Tangyin: "I'll pay for the cloth and the embroidery. I'll keep doing this for the rest of my life."
Yun Tangyin's face was so hot that it could make a pancake, so she pulled him and ran off the stage.
As soon as I got backstage, I saw Yu Xia waiting there with a candied haws in her hand: "Here, this is a reward for you two!"
Fu Yucheng took it and stuffed one into Yun Tangyin's mouth first: "Is it sour?"
"It's so sour." Yun Tangyin held the candy in her mouth, but her eyes were shining.
"Sour is better." Fu Yucheng helped her tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind. "Only after experiencing sourness can you understand how precious sweetness is."
The evening breeze passed through the stage curtain, carrying the fragrance of locust flowers and carrying the laughter of the two people far away.
Yun Tangyin suddenly felt that no matter whether she was singing out of tune or acting clumsily, as long as he was by her side, her life would always be lively and sweet.
This is the change...
As if by subtle influence, Yun Tangyin almost forgot what Fu Yucheng looked like in the original book.
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