Chapter 18
Wen Yue took an hour's lunch break.
The sun outside was quite scorching, so she sat on a small stool in the shade and continued sewing clothes.
The weather was very good, with cotton candy-like white clouds slowly drifting across the clear blue sky. Occasionally, there were gusts of wind, which made the green trees planted in front of the courtyard rustle slightly.
It is like a brightly colored watercolor painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Peaceful and tranquil.
Wen Yue's lips curled up into a smile unconsciously.
"Warm."
The next second, Li Nianqiu's voice broke the silence. She stood outside the courtyard gate and waved, followed by Li Xiangdong who was holding a book in his arms.
Wen Yue's eyes curved: "You guys are here, I'll go get you some stools."
As she spoke, she stood up and put down the clothes in her hands.
"You sit down, I'll get it myself." Li Nianqiu stopped her and looked at her injured ankle, asking with concern: "How is your foot?"
Wen Yue sat down again, saying that the stool was inside the room, and replied with a smile: "It doesn't hurt as much as yesterday. Zhou Yao said that the bones were not injured. He applied medicine on me last night. It should be healed in two days."
Li Nianqiu's wrinkled brows relaxed: "That's good."
The two sisters sat down next to Wen Yue.
Li Nianqiu: "Wen Hua is back today."
Wen Yue groaned, his eyes confused for a moment, and then he quickly remembered that Wen Hua was his cousin. He paused and asked: "Why did he come back?"
Since this cousin went to work as a primary school teacher in the county town, he rarely comes back except during the Chinese New Year.
Li Nianqiu smiled slightly: "I heard that he was put in a sack and beaten."
Wen Yue's eyes widened with shock, and she repeated like a parrot: "Ha, someone put a sack on me and beat me."
"Yes." Li Nianqiu nodded, "This matter has spread like wildfire in the village."
There was no entertainment at the time, so gossiping was the only pastime for everyone. Plus, the protagonist was a well-known and promising person in the village, so the news would definitely spread everywhere.
Wen Yue took a deep breath and asked in a low voice unconsciously: "Who hit him? Did he get into trouble?"
Li Nianqiu threw up his hands: "The details are still unclear, I just know he was beaten."
"Ah." Wen Yue's expression flashed with regret and disappointment. "Who spread this news? Why don't you explain it clearly? It's too much to keep people in suspense."
She was a little angry, her willow-shaped eyebrows slightly wrinkled, her lips pouted, and her tone unconsciously took on a coquettish complaint, her voice soft and tender.
Li Nianqiu couldn't help but look at Wen Yue twice more.
The latter looks like a spoiled little girl who is throwing a tantrum and acting coquettishly because she didn't get what she wanted.
She raised an eyebrow.
"It should be Wen Xiaoyu who said it. Normal people would keep this a secret, not to mention Wen Hua who is so proud that he doesn't want others to know. Your uncle and aunt will definitely not tell anyone. The only one who would not care about Wen Hua's face and tell the truth is Wen Xiaoyu."
"That makes sense." Wen Yue affirmed.
The relationship between Wen Xiaoyu and Wen Hua is not good.
Li Huahong had forced the original owner to drop out of school. When Wen Hua found out, he forced Wen Xiaoyu to drop out of school as well, saying that it was a waste of money for girls to study.
If Wen Xiaoyu hadn't been so stubborn and refused to give in, and hadn't worked so hard to draw cakes for Li Huahong and Wen Guoqiang, she would probably be the one helping out at home right now.
Wen Hua resented Wen Xiaoyu for using the resources that belonged to him.
Wen Xiaoyu hated Wen Hua for almost ruining her future, and the two of them disliked each other.
Wen Yue complained quietly: "Neither of them is a good person. It would be best if they fight each other. It will be a dog-eat-dog fight."
Li Nianqiu found this inexplicably funny and nodded in agreement: "You are right."
The two girls chatted for more than half an hour.
Li Nianqiu told Wen Yue a lot of gossip about the village, and she listened with great interest. She originally wanted to listen while sewing clothes, but in the end, she forgot that she had something in her hands and was so engrossed in listening.
"Ah, is this true? Doesn't Li Guizi know about this?" Wen Yue widened her beautiful eyes, took a breath and asked in surprise.
Li Nianqiu said affectionately: "How could he not know? He spent all his money to marry this daughter-in-law, and he could only turn a blind eye when he knew she was cheating on him. He even heard that one time when he came home, he happened to see the two of them lying on the bed in dishevel."
Wen Yue: “And then did the fight start?”
Li Nianqiu: "How could Li Quezi win? It is said that he did not react at all and even went to the kitchen to boil water for his wife to take a bath."
Wen Yue let out a sigh of surprise that was beyond belief.
Li Nianqiu stayed for about an hour and then took Li Xiangdong back, saying that she would come to talk to her again next week during the holiday.
Tomorrow is Monday and she has to go back to school.
Wen Yue reluctantly agreed.
I have to wait another week before I can hear the gossip.
There is no gossip in the original owner's memory, only memories of being ordered around by her aunt. There is no gossip in the novel either, it only describes how the heroine fights against her extreme relatives, how she tries to leave the village, and how she and the hero work together to become a rich woman.
There is no gossip at all!
Wen Yue is now filled with resentment.
She threw the clothes in her arms into the house, held on to the wall and jumped into Zhou Yao's room step by step on one foot, took out the Fuqiang flour, and jumped to the kitchen.
It's so boring that I can only make some food to pass the time.
Mix the dough, knead the dough, chop the meat filling, and roll out the bun skins.
Wen Yue frowned, and one good-looking bun after another appeared in her hands.
By the time Grandma Fang came over to deliver the meal, she had already made quite a few buns.
Wen Yueyan walked out of the kitchen with a smile on her face: "Grandma Fang, I just made some buns. You can take some home to try later."
Grandma Fang shook her hands to refuse, but was blocked before she could say anything.
"I will be sad if you reject me. I will be very sad, so sad that I will want to cry."
Grandma Fang had never seen such a rogue attack before, so she could only nod in agreement. When she went back, there were eight more white and tender meat buns in her bamboo basket.
"It's quite nice to give such a good thing to an outsider." Lin Fang said in a sarcastic tone.
Wen Yue turned her head and looked over: "Second Auntie wants it too"
Lin Fang was stunned for two seconds when asked this question, her eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth to answer.
Wen Yue smiled: "Then Second Auntie, just think about it."
Lin Fang: ""
Damn girl!! It's fun to tease her, right?
Wen Yue smiled at Lin Fang, locked the kitchen door in front of her, went into the house and closed it.
Lin Fang was so angry that her face was twisted, and she kept cursing: Damn money-loser, wasteful thing!!
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Zhou Yao originally thought that he would have no midnight snack tonight, but when he was walking on the small path along the field where he could see the Zhou family’s yard, he saw the warm orange light emanating from their kitchen.
The light reflected in Zhou Yao's dark and deep pupils. His brows relaxed, then furrowed again, and he quickened his pace.
When I pushed open the gate, I saw a petite figure sitting at the kitchen door, eating a bun in her hand.
Her beautiful eyes were brighter than the light bulb in the room behind her: "Zhou Yao, you're back!"
Zhou Yao hummed and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't I tell you to take a good rest so that your feet don't hurt anymore?"
"It still hurts a little." Wen Yue stretched out her green onion-white fingers to gesture and complained softly: "I'm very bored. Besides, you don't cook with your feet... There are two steamed buns in the pot. I made them. Go get them yourself."
The warm orange light from the kitchen shone on her fair face, making her facial lines and features look particularly gentle and beautiful. She tilted her little face up and smiled at Zhou Yao, her smile bright and brilliant.
Zhou Yao's eyes flickered slightly, and he strode into the kitchen to wash his hands first, then he opened the lid of the pot, took out the still warm meat bun and took a big bite.
Wen Yue was still sitting steadily on the small stool at the door of the kitchen, and smiled and asked him: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Zhou Yao nodded.
Wen Yue's smile never faded. After nibbling the bun in her hand, she stood up and hopped on one foot to brush her teeth.
Zhou Yao ate quickly, and when he was done he said, "Go back to the room, I'll apply some more medicine on you."
Wen Yue's face was full of resistance: "No, I think I'm much better now."
Zhou Yao ignored her resistance and turned to get the medicinal wine.
Wen Yue: “…”
When Zhou Yao came out of the house with the bottle of medicinal wine, he saw Wen Yue still standing at the kitchen door, staring at him with bright eyes, silently protesting.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a low voice: "Be obedient and hurry up."
The hoarse voice is inexplicably tender and gentle.
Wen Yue couldn't resist it a bit.
She hesitated: "It hurts a lot."
Zhou Yao: "I'll be gentler."
Wen Yue reluctantly accepted: "...You said so."
She then held onto the wall and jumped into the house on one foot. The hair that was tied behind her head gradually loosened as she jumped, and a few strands of hair fell by her ears.
Wen Yue took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, supporting her injured leg and hanging it.
The loose trousers were rolled up at the knees, revealing the fair and slender calves. Under the light, the white and delicate feet were shiny and pink.
She leaned forward slightly to examine her swollen ankle, her hair falling down again, gentle and beautiful.
Zhou Yao followed in, and this was the scene that came into view.
His eyes darkened slightly, he pursed his lips and walked to the bed, half squatting, holding Wen Yue's feet with his warm big hands and placing them on his thighs.
When I applied the medicine yesterday, I felt nothing but pain.
But now, Zhou Yao held his ankle, and moved his thin fingertips gently on the skin, causing a slight itch.
Even when the man was half squatting, the sense of oppression was very strong.
Wen Yue felt a little embarrassed and shrank back.
As soon as she moved, the big hand holding her ankle clamped it with a little force.
Zhou Yao raised his eyelids and glanced at her meaningfully: "Don't move."
"It's a little itchy." Wen Yue bit her lower lip and whispered. She felt the man's thigh suddenly tense at the sole of her foot, and moved twice more.
Zhou Yao increased his strength: "I'm not telling you not to move."
The tone is a bit fierce.
"Itchy, why are you so fierce?" Wen Yue curled the corners of his mouth downwards, feeling very aggrieved.
Zhou Yao simply stopped talking, poured the medicinal wine into his palm and rubbed it to generate heat, then placed it on the red and swollen ankle and rubbed it vigorously.
"hiss--"
The pain swept over Wen Yue, and her eyes immediately turned red. She cried out in pain and couldn't help but wanted to shrink back, but was held tightly by Zhou Yao.
Zhou Yao: "Bear with it."
Wen Yue's nose turned red, and she took a deep breath: "Liar, you just said to be gentle."
Zhou Yao laughed softly twice, "It's not light enough. I didn't even use any strength. You are too coquettish. Which girl is as coquettish as you?"
She starts crying after being touched twice, as if she were made of water, and her tears just can't stop falling.
"It hurts so much, and you're not allowed to cry?" Wen Yue widened her eyes, and Zhou Yao's figure was reflected in her beautiful, watery pupils.
She thought Zhou Yao was annoyed by her crying again.
Zhou Yao stretched out his tone, and replied lazily, very straight: "Rang, if you want to cry, then cry. Anyway, it's not me who will have eye discomfort the next day."
Wen Yue: “…”
Stinky man.
"Yes, that's right." Wen Yue was trying to find a topic to divert her attention from her ankle: "Wen Hua came back today, my aunt's beloved son. I heard that he was put in a sack and beaten."
She still found it funny and couldn't help laughing.
As a result, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, and my smile suddenly twisted: "Be gentle, it hurts."
Zhou Yao had no expression on his face: "Really?"
Wen Yue took a deep breath and hummed: "Yeah, I don't know who hit me, I think this is retribution, retribution, hmm it hurts"
Zhou Yao nodded in agreement: "Yeah, retribution."
Wen Yue continued to chatter with tears in her eyes: "Well done, let me tell you, he thought I was wasting the family's food before, and wanted my aunt to marry me to a fool from the next village for money, but my uncle stopped her."
Wen Guoqiang wanted to save face, and if he really married her to a fool, he would be drowned by the spit of the villagers, so the matter was left unresolved.
"Is that true?" Zhou Yao paused, his face darkened. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
I should have said he would be more ruthless earlier. I should have just slapped him hard in the face and made his mouth rot.
Wen Yue blinked: "I just remembered it too."
Zhou Yao was a little angry: "So stupid."
"Wen Yue sighed and subconsciously kicked Zhou Yao lightly on the shoulder with her uninjured foot: "You are the stupid one."
After kicking, I felt that my behavior was not appropriate.
Wen Yue: “I just…”
"What? You want to press the other foot as well?" Zhou Yao clicked his tongue, but his facial expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel offended.
Wen Yue then narrowed her eyes again and replied with a smile: "No."
Zhou Yao massaged for two or three minutes, and when he felt it was enough, he stopped, stood up and said, "That's enough, go to bed early."
Wen Yue responded softly, blinking and asking: "Are you going to the city tomorrow?"
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows: "I'm going, what's wrong, do you have something to bring?"
Wen Yue shook her head: "Hmm... we're out of fuqiang noodles, we need to buy some. There are buns in the kitchen, you can steam some tomorrow morning and take them with you on the road. I made quite a few, you can steam two more and bring them to your friends."
Zhou Yao was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, and a warm feeling crossed his heart: "Got it, go to bed quickly, I'm going to take a shower, good night."
Wen Yue's eyes curved: "Good night."
After the other party left the room, Wen Yue got out of bed, turned off the lights and locked the door.
The room fell into darkness, and she carefully groped her way back to bed with the quiet moonlight pouring in from the window. The room was filled with the faint scent of medicinal wine, and smelling it, she couldn't fall asleep for a while.
I turned over, a mess of thoughts popping up in my head.
The relationship between her and Zhou Yao improved a lot, and the latter no longer disliked her as much as he did at the beginning. Sometimes Wen Yue would vaguely have the illusion that they were just like a real newlywed couple.
If we continue to get along like this, can we take it a step further?
Going a step further…
Even……
Hey, what is she thinking about?
Sleep sleep!
Wen Yue's cheeks flushed, and she turned over again, hugging the quilt, interrupting the dangerous thoughts in her mind and forcing herself to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Zhou Yao, who was separated by a wall, also couldn't fall asleep.
Although I took a cold shower, I still felt very hot. My mind kept recalling the warm, white, and small feet and their soft and smooth touch.
Zhou Yao took a deep breath, tossed and turned for a few times, and finally got up and walked quietly to the kitchen, carrying a wooden bucket full of cold water into the small compartment and poured it over his head.
In summer, people are hot-tempered, so take a few cool baths to cool down.
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