Chapter 16 (including the announcement of entry into V)
Chen Wuming left happily.
Ren Yeliang glanced at his brother carefully.
Under dim light.
Zhou Yao's facial features were hidden in the shadows where no light could reach. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and there was a bone-chilling coldness between his eyebrows, which made people feel frightened when they looked at him.
"Brother, are you okay?" Ren Yeliang asked very carefully.
Zhou Yao: "It's okay, I'm going home."
Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao didn't dare to say anything at this moment and followed Zhou Yao obediently.
Today the moon was big and round, emitting a clear and bright moonlight overhead, lighting their way home. Feeling bad and holding his breath, Zhou Yao walked a little faster than in the morning.
More than an hour later, the three returned to Hongshan Village, walked along the path along the field ridges in the village, and each went back to his own home.
Zhou Yao was walking on the ridge of the field and saw a light in his yard from afar.
His mood, which was particularly irritable just now, suddenly improved a lot. His frown relaxed a little and he quickened his pace again.
“Crunch—”
He pushed open the gate and looked toward the door subconsciously.
Sure enough, I captured the familiar petite figure.
This time she was not in a daze. She held the book in her hands and read with the help of the light from the room and the moonlight from overhead.
Hearing the noise, she looked over, her round, beautiful almond-shaped eyes curved into a crescent shape, and she said softly, "You're back?"
Zhou Yao hummed, his narrow, upturned eyes showing a hint of smile: "What did you leave for me?"
"Dumplings." Wen Yue put down the book in her hand, "Pork and celery filling."
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows and took the basket behind him with one hand: "Everything you want is here, take a look yourself, I'm going to cook dumplings, I'm hungry."
Wen Yue's eyes lit up: "Okay."
She moved the stool back into the house, put the books away, and walked back with a brisk pace, thinking about bringing the backpack into the house.
Lift it hard...
Didn't pick it up!
Wen Yue was dumbfounded. So heavy?
What's in it?
She glanced into the basket.
What caught my eye was black and white and dark fabrics, which looked like they were several feet long and could be used to make several sets of clothes. Under the fabrics were balls of yarn, and there were even more colors, including black and white, red, blue, yellow, and green.
Wen Yue hissed.
That’s enough for her to play with for half a year, right?
It was too heavy to move, so Wen Yue gave up and went into the kitchen.
Zhou Yao took off his jacket, still wearing a white vest underneath.
If Wen Yue hadn't seen the clothes he had taken off yesterday when she was doing the laundry, she would have thought that he took a shower every day without changing his clothes.
Nothing but a vest.
The only difference is the jacket.
Those coats all looked very old-fashioned, as if they were from the previous generation. Wen Yue guessed that he was probably wearing his grandfather's clothes.
He turned around to get the firewood. His open vest rolled up as he moved, revealing his thin, honey-colored waist. The outline of his abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen, which was particularly conspicuous under the flickering flames.
Wen Yue:!!!
Sure enough, he has abdominal muscles!
She coughed lightly and slowly walked to the stove: "Why did you buy so many fabrics and balls of yarn?"
Zhou Yao glanced at him and said, "It's not expensive."
Isn't it expensive?
Wen Yue didn't know much about the prices in that era, so she said "oh" and saw that the water in the pot was boiling, so she helped throw all the dumplings in.
"Would you like it dry or in soup?" she asked while holding the bowl.
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows: "Which one is delicious?"
Wen Yue thought about it and realized that it would be troublesome to prepare the dipping sauce now: "Forget it, let's make soup."
Zhou Yao: "All is fine."
He picked up the fire tongs and put out the fire in the stove, then stood up and walked to Wen Yue.
The latter was helping him add seasoning.
With her skillful fingers, Congbai picked up the seasoning from the stove and poured it into the bowl.
Perhaps the temperature of the fire in the kitchen was too high, she had unbuttoned one of the buttons on the collar of her shirt. From this position Zhou Yao could just see the delicate collarbone faintly visible under the collar, and her skin was so white that it was a little dazzling.
Zhou Yao quickly retracted his gaze and took two steps back, his waist hitting the cutting board, which fell to the ground with a bang.
Wen Yue turned around in panic: "What are you doing!?"
She was so scared that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand.
Zhou Yao's eyes dodged, and he pursed his lips and said, "I bumped into him accidentally."
"You're really careless. Pick up the chopping board and wash it." Wen Yue picked up the floating dumplings in the pot and scooped some soup. "You can eat now. Remember to wash the dishes with the hot water from the pot after eating."
Zhou Yao's face turned slightly red, but it was not very obvious under the dim light.
He agreed sullenly, without whining, and obediently picked up the chopping board that had fallen on the ground, rinsed it with water, and washed his hands before picking up the cooked dumplings on the stove and eating them one by one.
Wen Yue looked at him doubtfully, then washed and dried her hands and walked out. She took out a ball of wool from her backpack, unwrapped it, and walked back to the kitchen.
Zhou Yao eats really fast.
Wen Yue left a total of fifteen dumplings, and in a few minutes, she ate them all, even drinking up the soup.
No wonder he grew so big.
Wen Yue affirmed.
She held the thread in one hand and the simple cloth in the other and said to Zhou Yao, "Wait a minute while you wash the dishes. Stand up straight and let me measure you."
Zhou Yao, who was about to wash the dishes, raised his eyelids and looked over.
There was no measuring tape at home, so Wen Yue could only use wool to measure it simply.
She motioned Zhou Yao to stand up straight and spread his arms.
Zhou Yao didn't move, his dark eyes stared at him: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yue was already standing in front of him, looking up at her fair little face that was not even as big as his palm, and said righteously, "I plan to learn how to make clothes. Can I practice with yours first?"
Make clothes for him?
Zhou Yao's throat rolled, and he pretended not to care: "It's up to you."
Wen Yue: "Then open your hands and let me measure. I forgot to ask you to buy me a tape measure. I'll use some wool to make it work."
Zhou Yao stretched out his hands to both sides.
Wen Yue stood on tiptoe and measured the length of her hand carefully.
Men's skin temperature is a bit high.
He was wearing a tank top, with a large area of skin exposed. Wen Yue was already very careful, but her fingertips could still touch his body.
The two were very close to each other, and the heat from each other hit their faces.
Wen Yue blushed a little because of the heat. Looking at the outline of the chest muscles, she couldn't help but pretended to touch it accidentally and poked it lightly twice.
Wow, it’s so hard.
Where did I see the chest muscles being soft before? You lied! They are clearly hard!
Wen Yue's eyes narrowed and she poked twice more.
"... Haven't you finished measuring yet?" Zhou Yao's hoarse voice, which sounded a little restrained, came from above his head.
He clenched his back molars tightly and the muscles in his body were tense.
He tilted his chin up and stared at the light bulb above his head, as if trying to see a flower, and tried hard to ignore the warm touch that came from his body from time to time.
Time goes by so slowly.
Does it take so long?
Her hands are so soft.
My body smells strange. Can soap smell so good?
Many thoughts flashed through Zhou Yao's mind, and finally he couldn't help but ask.
"Well, that's it." Wen Yue realized it later and started to feel embarrassed. She blushed and took back her hand, taking a few steps back: "Can you help me carry the basket into the house first? It's too heavy, I can't lift it."
Zhou Yao let out a sigh of relief: "Okay."
He went out, picked up the basket easily and put it into the house.
Wen Yue followed behind with a smile, "There's still some water in the pot, which should be enough for you to take a bath. I'll go to sleep first, okay?"
"I forgot to mention that I have to go to the city tomorrow." Zhou Yao looked at her, "Is there anything else you need to bring?"
Wen Yue thought for two seconds: "A notebook and a pencil?"
She had to do a rough sketch.
Zhou Yao nodded: "Okay, I'll remember it, go to sleep."
Wen Yue said good night and closed the door.
She did not go to bed immediately. Instead, she took out the cloth from the basket and gestured a few times, thinking about what kind of clothes to make.
How about making a shirt? It's not that difficult.
Zhou Yao usually didn't work in the fields, so wearing a shirt didn't affect him.
Well, then let's wear shirts.
I made the decision happily, turned off the lights and went to bed.
On the other side, there was Zhou Yao who always slept as soon as he got into bed.
Rarely, I have insomnia.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The scene of Wen Yue measuring the length of his hand kept appearing in his mind. He seemed to still feel the soft touch on his body.
Zhou Yao felt something was wrong.
He turned over again, thought carefully for two seconds, and finally found a suitable reason.
It must be because it was the first time someone wanted to make clothes for him and he was so excited.
After coming to this conclusion, Zhou Yao's awkward mood finally eased a little.
Very good, I can show off to Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao again tomorrow.
This daughter-in-law is a great choice.
Zhou Yao felt refreshed and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.
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