Chapter 19
The next day, Zhou Yao came back very early, before dinner time.
The basket on his back was full of things.
Fuqiang flour, walnut cookies, and even several bottles of soda! At the bottom were several pounds of beef, ribs, and a processed fish.
Cabbage, eggplant, cucumber, celery, etc.
Wen Yue limped over and asked: "Why did you buy so many vegetables?"
Today her ankle is much better, the swelling has gone down, and it is not as painful as it was in the past two days. She no longer needs to hop on one foot.
Zhou Yao walked into the kitchen carrying a backpack in one hand, with veins bulging on his arm.
"Grandma Fang and the others will be here later, and we'll eat together in the evening." He picked up a wooden ladle, scooped some water from the water tank, and went outside to wash his hands.
Wen Yue suddenly realized: "Who cooks then?"
Zhou Yao raised his eyes and looked over. "If you don't want to do it, Lao Fang and I will come over later, and you can just stand by and give us some guidance."
"Let me do it." Wen Yue was thinking about what to cook for dinner and spoke slowly. "It would be a shame if you guys don't cook such a good dish."
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows: "Don't trust me"
Wen Yue glanced at him with wide eyes: "Should I trust you?"
"You're right not to trust me." Zhou Yao said slowly, "I really don't have any talent for cooking. I can only help you wash the vegetables, cut them, and light the fire."
Wen Yue nodded: "Okay, then go wash now."
There is a lot of beef, which can be made into two dishes.
One dish is stir-fried and the other is braised.
Use the ribs to make rib soup, and use the fish to make spicy and sour fish.
Then scrambled eggs with cucumber.
If Grandma Fang and her family come, the beef has to be cooked a little softer so that it is easier for Grandma to eat, and then I have to stew an egg custard for little girl Lulu.
Wen Yue had thought about it, turned around and limped into the kitchen to prepare the dishes with Zhou Yao.
Not long after, Fang Shitao and Ren Yeliang came over with Grandma Fang Lulu.
They went straight into the kitchen.
Seeing Wen Yue cutting vegetables, Ren Yeliang exclaimed in surprise: "Sister-in-law, you are the one cooking today! I thought it was my brother who was cooking, and I almost didn't want to come. Since it's sister-in-law who's cooking, I have to eat more. Sister-in-law's cooking skills are amazing! I'm still savoring the braised pork and meat buns!"
Ren Yeliang is a very outgoing person with a good tongue. He came in and started flattering Wen Yue, making her feel a little embarrassed.
Wen Yue pursed her lips to reveal two small pear-shaped swirls, and smiled shyly: "It's not that exaggerated..."
Ren Yeliang: "I'm not exaggerating, I'm telling the truth! Lao Fang, don't you agree?"
Fang Shitao agreed: "Yes, sister-in-law is a great cook."
Ren Yeliang was still grinning and wanted to speak. Zhou Yao held the knife handle and gave him two deathly stares: "All you can do is eat and not work"
Ren Yeliang was startled by what he saw and rolled up his sleeves: "How can that be possible! What does my sister-in-law need me to do? Even though I'm not good at cooking, I'm very good at other things!"
Fang Shitao silently helped wash the vegetables.
This way Wen Yue will have nothing to do.
She turned around and went into the house to bring out two stools for Grandma Fang and Fang Lulu to sit on. She also sat down to chat and took two candies to give to the little girl.
Grandma Fang was particularly happy.
She usually stays at home all day and can't find anyone to talk to. Fang Shitao and Ren Yeliang are not at home every day. Although Lulu is at home, she is not a good person to chat with.
Now, Grandma Fang finally has a place to vent her nagging.
Wen Yue listened carefully and quietly, responding from time to time.
Grandma Fang talked about Fang Shitao's parents, then about Fang Shitao, and then about Ren Yeliang and Zhou Yao. In the end, she earnestly told her and Zhou Yao to live a good life, and waited for her response persistently.
“…”
Wen Yue glanced at Zhou Yao secretly, but found that the latter was also looking at her, his dark and deep eyes were like black holes that could swallow people.
She was so scared that she immediately looked away, sat up straight and nodded stiffly: "Don't worry, grandma, we will live a good life together."
Grandma Fang said to Zhou Yao: "Xiaoyao, Yueyue is a good girl. It is your blessing to marry such a good daughter-in-law. You must cherish her, understand?"
Zhou Yao was cutting beef. While sorting the beef in his hands, he responded: "Yeah, I know."
His eyes moved around Wen Yue several times, looking at her sitting upright, with a hint of a barely noticeable smile in his eyes.
Grandma Fang was very satisfied, and she turned to Fang Shitao and Ren Yeliang, asking them to find wives as soon as possible.
It would be best to marry someone like Yueyue.
Ren Yeliang sighed: "Grandma, how can you marry a good wife just like that? I'm not as lucky as Brother Yao. If you insist that Lao Fang and I marry someone like you, then I guess we'll both be single for the rest of our lives."
Grandma Fang thought it made sense, so she lowered her demands: "Then marry someone you like."
Ren Yeliang: “This is much simpler!”
Wen Yue was amused by their conversation, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.
"How old is Lulu this year?" Her eyes fell on Fang Lulu who was sitting obediently and eating candy.
Maybe it was because she gave candy every time in the past two days, the little girl was not as timid as when they first met, and she showed a simple and childish smile to Wen Yue.
Children’s smiles are the most healing.
Fang Shitao said: "I am eight years old this year."
Wen Yue was a little surprised: "Eight years old"
She looks like she is only five or six years old!
Fang Shitao explained: "Lulu didn't have adequate nutrition before, and she also had a serious illness, so she looks very small."
Wen Yue felt a little distressed, raised her hand and touched the little girl's head, and said softly: "Aren't you going to send her to school?"
Fang Shitao: "If you want to send it, you can go in the second half of the year."
"That's good." Wen Yue lowered her eyes.
They need to study more. Rural girls like them can only change their fate by studying hard. For example, Li Nianqiu fought hard to get the opportunity for herself and her sister Li Xiangdong to go to school, just to fight for a future.
The vegetables were washed and cut, and the rest was handed over to Wen Yue.
She glanced at Zhou Yao, who understood and went to light a fire.
Bring the water to a boil and blanch the beef. Cook for five or six minutes, then remove from the heat and set aside. Add the scallions, ginger, garlic, and dried chilies that you have prepared in advance and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add the beef and seasonings and stir-fry evenly.
Then pour in boiling water, cover the pot and start stewing.
The beef needs to be stewed for at least an hour and a half to become soft and tender, so Wen Yue used the back pot at the beginning.
Wen Yue's eyes were serious as she paced back and forth in the kitchen.
The kitchen was not big to begin with, and Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao standing nearby made things particularly troublesome. When Wen Yue turned around with a spatula in her hand to get something, she almost hit Ren Yeliang in the face with the spatula. The latter was so scared that he jumped back two steps and bumped into the cutting board.
Zhou Yao clicked his tongue and said, "You two should get out. Don't get hung up here. Go and move the table and chairs out."
You have no sense at all and you have to hang around in the kitchen
Wen Yue said more tactfully: "Why don't you guys go out and chat with Grandma Fang? Zhou Yao and I are fine here."
Ren Yeliang agreed and pulled Fang Shitao, who was also disliked, out of the kitchen.
"Old Fang, do you feel uncomfortable staying in the kitchen?" Ren Yeliang winked at Fang Shitao while moving a stool out.
Fang Shitao was a little confused: "What?"
Ren Yeliang looked at him with disdain: "You are such a fool, you didn't notice the tacit understanding between my brother and sister-in-law. Sister-in-law didn't say anything, but with just a glance, Brother Yao passed the things over, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed... Oh my god, I almost couldn't help laughing out loud!"
Fang Shitao thought about it carefully, and his mind came to a blank.
He was just working seriously and didn't notice anything else at all, but: "If you really laugh out loud, I think Brother Yao will beat you up." Fang Shitao honestly expressed his inner thoughts.
Ren Yeliang sighed: "So I held it back, but my sister-in-law and my brother have a really good relationship, and seeing this makes me want to get married too."
Fang Shitao nodded: "I want to, but I don't have money. I still have to support my sister's education, so I won't get married for now."
The two discussed the issue of getting married for a few minutes, put away the table and chairs, and turned around to chat with Grandma Fang.
This meal took Wen Yue two hours to prepare.
However, it gets dark late in the summer, and it was still light when the steaming hot meal was served. The sun was only halfway up in the west, and the last few rays of afterglow dyed the surrounding large patches of clouds orange-red as if they were burned by fire.
A rich fragrance filled the Zhou family yard.
The square wooden table is filled with delicious dishes.
Soft stewed beef, minced beef with celery, scrambled eggs with cucumber, spare rib soup, braised fish...
"Oh my god, this is too rich." Ren Yeliang couldn't wait to sit down. He swallowed excitedly and picked up the chopsticks on the table.
Zhou Yao came over with the rice, clapped his hands hard on the back of Ren Yeliang's hand, looked at him coldly, and said with a tone full of disgust: "Have you washed your hands? You are touching the chopsticks."
Ren Yeliang hissed when he was slapped, the back of his hand turned red, and he said with a grin: "Brother, you are too harsh. Why are you washing your hands? You are so picky."
Wen Yue glanced at him when she heard that, pursed her red lips and said nothing.
Zhou Yao was too lazy to explain so much, so he said again in a deep voice: "Go wash your hands."
Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao had no choice but to get up and go to the kitchen to wash their hands.
Seeing their reluctance, Wen Yue couldn't help but smile.
She moved her gaze to Fang Lulu, bent slightly and said softly: "Lulu, I'll take you to wash your hands, okay?"
Fang Lulu nodded shyly: "Okay"
The little girl is so good.
Wen Yue's eyes curved into crescent shapes. She took Fang Lulu's little hand and led her into the kitchen, washing her hands carefully with warm water.
Seeing Fang Shitao standing by, she reminded him: "The child is weak, so it's best to wash her hands before meals. Because dirty hands can produce bacteria, and if you eat, you can easily get sick. Of course, you'd better wash your hands too to avoid infecting her."
Fang Shitao scratched the back of his head in a simple and honest manner, with a look of sudden realization and gratitude on his face: "So that's how it is. I understand. Sister-in-law, you really know a lot."
Ren Yeliang muttered quietly: "I was wondering why Brother Yao suddenly became so particular."
It turns out it was my sister-in-law who gave it to me.
That's fine.
After washing their hands, several people sat around the table and started eating.
Zhou Yao took out the prepared glass of soda and opened a bottle for each person. When he placed it next to Wen Yue, he casually said, "Everyone in the city likes to drink this soda. Try it and see if it tastes good. If you like it, buy more next time."
"Sister-in-law, guess how much this bottle of soda costs?" Ren Yeliang said from the side.
Wen Yue raised her eyes curiously: "How much?"
Ren Yeliang stretched out his hand and made a two: "Two cents a bottle!"
Wen Yue was at a loss.
Two cents... Is it expensive or cheap?
In later generations, a can of Coke cost four or five yuan.
"Why is it so expensive at only 20 cents a bottle?" Granny Fang next to her widened her cloudy eyes, turned her head to look at the soda in her hand that she had just taken two sips of, and said with a frown: "It's not too expensive if I can return it. 20 cents can buy a pound of Fuqiang flour!"
After hearing what Grandma Fang said, Wen Yue knew that the price was quite expensive, and she exclaimed twice in agreement: "Yeah, it's too expensive, and I don't think it tastes particularly good, so I'd better not buy it."
She herself doesn't like drinking.
Hmm... I love milk tea, but it seems there is no milk tea available at the moment.
Ren Yeliang said, "Don't be polite, sister-in-law. My brother is rich and just made a fortune!"
Hearing this, Wen Yue turned around and looked at the man beside her curiously.
Zhou Yao was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and even when he sat on the stool he was a head taller than her. He was tall and strong, and had a strong sense of oppression. He finished the drink in two gulps, noticed her gaze, raised his eyebrows and asked silently:
Something
Wen Yue didn't say anything, picked up the bowl and ate some vegetables and rice.
She was actually quite curious about why Zhou Yao went to the city every day in the past few days.
But she had tried to ask before, but Zhou Yao didn't say anything, so Wen Yue was too embarrassed to continue asking. She just felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and always felt that Zhou Yao seemed to treat her as an outsider and refused to say anything.
Wen Yue lowered her eyes and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.
"Don't just eat rice, eat more vegetables as well." Zhou Yao's deep voice rang in his ears, and he picked up a piece of the tenderest meat from the fish's belly with chopsticks and put it in the warm bowl.
This table is actually a bit small and can barely seat six people.
Wen Yue and Zhou Yao were very close to each other.
Zhou Yao's thighs were pressed against her legs, and the burning temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric. His arms would occasionally brush against her arms, and she could clearly feel the strong and wiry muscles on his arms.
Wen Yue looked at the fish in the bowl, raised her eyelids to look into Zhou Yao's dark eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly and fiercely shifted her gaze and replied in a muffled voice: "I know, I'll eat it."
Zhou Yao didn't notice anything was wrong, so he picked up two more pieces of beef and put them into the warm bowl, then turned around to chat with Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao.
Wen Yue's face flushed slightly. She remained silent, taking small bites of the beef in the bowl.
They ate and talked and laughed. The two families next to them could be seen coming in and out, their faces were very grim, and their eyes could not help but glance at the table.
Lin Fang was throwing things around in the kitchen.
Zhou Jianghai came in to stop her: "What are you doing? What will you eat if the bowl breaks later?"
Lin Fang was upset: "Look at how well that bastard Zhou Yao eats, beef and pork ribs, even our Yaozu has never eaten such good food! He would rather give it to outsiders than treat us!"
Zhou Jianghai was speechless: "We have such a bad relationship with him, and you still expect him to treat you to a meal. What's wrong with you?"
"Then I just feel uncomfortable. How can he eat so well? We can hardly eat meat a few times in half a month." Lin Fang muttered angrily.
Zhou Jianghai was so annoyed by the scolding that he said: "We are not so poor that we can't even eat meat. If you want to eat it, just buy it. It's not a big deal!"
Lin Fang rolled her eyes and said, "You know nothing."
How can we eat meat every day? That would be a waste of money. We have to save the money for our two sons to marry.
Lin Fang walked back and forth between the kitchen and the room. Every time she went out, she would look at Zhou Yao. She made all kinds of strange noises with her mouth and rolled her eyes to the sky.
Zhou Yao ignored it.
But Wen Yue noticed that Grandma Fang was a little reserved, so she reached out to poke Zhou Yao's waist, but after just two pokes, her wrist was grabbed.
Zhou Yao lowered his eyes to look at her, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yue waved her hand to signal him to come closer, and whispered in his ear: "Tell your second aunt to stop hanging around. Didn't you see that Grandma Fang doesn't even dare to eat the vegetables?"
The hot air he exhaled while talking hit my ear and it was a little itchy.
Zhou Yao paused for a few seconds before he realized what she said. Coincidentally, Lin Fang came out of the kitchen at this moment and rolled her eyes at him.
He turned his head, his sinister and cold eyes fell on Lin Fang, he sneered twice and said: "Second aunt, there seems to be something wrong with your eyes, let me help you take a look." After saying that, he made a gesture to get up.
Lin Fang shuddered and ran back to her room, shutting the door tightly, not daring to come out. The newly-attached wooden boards on the door of their room were particularly eye-catching.
"Eat more and ignore her." Zhou Yao pushed the braised beef towards Grandma Fang, his voice noticeably softer.
Ren Yeliang also reacted and quickly put food into Grandma Fang's bowl: "Yes, yes, Grandma, please eat more."
Wen Yue thought that she should prepare an extra pair of serving chopsticks next time, as it was too unhygienic to pick up food with them like this.
After dinner, Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao rushed to do the washing up. Under Zhou Yao's instruction, the two washed the dishes twice with hot water, tidying up the kitchen before helping Grandma Fang pick up Fang Lulu and leaving Zhou's house.
The sky darkened and the moon hung in the treetops.
Zhou Yao moved all the stools back to the room, came out of the house, lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat off his face. His movements were rough and unrestrained, and the bulging muscles on his arms were full of power.
The honey-colored abdominal muscles flashed before my eyes, and the beautiful and seductive mermaid line sank into the slightly loose waistband of the pants.
Wen Yue paused, thinking that it would be hard to get used to such a scene no matter how many times she saw it. She tried to stay calm and said, "Then I'll go take a shower first."
Zhou Yao hummed and looked up at her: "Go ahead."
…
…
Zhou Yao had been leaving home before dawn these past few days, and Wen Yue had gotten used to being alone at home in the morning.
So when she woke up in the morning, opened the door, and saw Zhou Yao sitting in the yard diligently scrubbing clothes in the basin, she was a little surprised.
“You didn’t go to the market today.”
Zhou Yao heard the noise and looked back.
Perhaps because he had just woken up, Wen Yue's face looked a little dull, and his eyes were not as lively as usual. They looked a little naive and silly.
He stared at it for two seconds, but still couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Wen Yue: ""
She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, but didn't find anything wrong. She frowned slightly and said, "What are you laughing at? Is there something on my face?"
"No." Zhou Yao said this, but the smile on his face widened a little. He looked away and continued to wash clothes: "I'm done. I don't need to go to the market. There are two eggs warming in the pot in the kitchen."
"Oh." Wen Yue was still a little confused and walked towards the kitchen yawning.
A few seconds later, she came out of the kitchen holding her toothbrush, and stood on the steps, brushing her teeth while looking at Zhou Yao. After hesitating for two seconds, Wen Yue asked vaguely: "Do you use soap?"
Zhou Yao didn't hear clearly.
Wen Yue rinsed the foam from her mouth and asked again.
"It's used." Zhou Yao sighed. He had just finished washing the clothes and was about to wring them out and hang them on the clothesline. He waved at Wen Yue and said casually, "Why don't you come over and check it out?"
Wen Yue's eyes narrowed: "Forget it, I believe you."
Zhou Yao shook the clothes in his hands and sneered.
After washing up and eating an egg, Wen Yue took out the quilt and bed sheets from the room and hung them on another empty clothesline to dry.
She has no work to do, but Zhou Yao is still busy.
The water in the kitchen water tank was almost empty, and there were only a few bundles of firewood left. He had to go get some water and go up the mountain to chop some more firewood.
The weather has been getting hotter recently, so Zhou Yao took off his outer coat and wore only a tank top. His bulging and solid muscles were full of wild power, his chest muscles vaguely outlined his contours, and his two long legs were wrapped in slightly loose black pants, full of hormones.
He casually picked up the axe and threw it into his backpack, then walked out holding the basket in one hand: "I'm going to chop wood."
"good"
Wen Yue agreed and watched Zhou Yao walk away with his long legs. She took out the shirt that was about to bend from the closet and started sewing it in a race against time.
It's almost done!
Gentle and energetic.
The two of them had last night's leftovers for lunch. Wen Yue fried them together with rice, which was fragrant and delicious. Zhou Yao ate it up cleanly.
In the afternoon, Zhou Yao was hammering around the house. Some of the stool and table legs were loose, so he had to fix them again to prevent them from falling apart one day.
Wen Yue sat on a small stool, holding her face with her hands, watching Zhou Yao's actions with a smile.
As he held the hammer and struck hard, the muscles on his arms tensed and bulged with the movement, and his vest rolled up, revealing his thin waist. Sweat stained his dark brown skin, which shone brightly in the light.
Zhou Yao felt uncomfortable being stared at, and looked over several times: "...why don't you go to sleep for a while?"
Wen Yue blinked and replied with a smile: "I'm not sleepy. I'll read a book for a while. You go about your business and don't worry about me."
Zhou Yao: “…”
He wanted to say, "Why don't you just go read a book?" But there seemed to be something wrong with that look, so he didn't say it in the end.
Zhou Yao pressed his lips into a straight line. Just let him look, he wasn't ugly anyway.
After a while, Wen Yue got up and went into the house to get a book, listening to the crackling sounds and immersed in the ocean of knowledge.
"Brother!" Ren Yeliang appeared at the gate of the courtyard.
Zhou Yao was too thin. She lifted her hair, looked up at him, then lowered her head and continued to beat the table leg in front of her: "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Chen is here." Ren Yeliang carefully glanced at the expression on Zhou Yao's face and asked in a low voice: "Are you going over now?"
Zhou Yao's brows were wrinkled, his eyes were gloomy, and he said impatiently: "Come later, can't you see I'm busy?"
Ren Yeliang nodded: "Okay, okay, then brother, do you want to bring your sister-in-law with you?"
Zhou Yao thought for two seconds and said, "Don't take her with you. You go back first. I'll go over later. We'll have enough time to chat. I don't want to chat for too long."
Ren Yeliang said, "I'll go back first, brother, please come over earlier."
Zhou Yao: “Yeah.”
After moving the table back to the room and banging down the remaining stools, Zhou Yao put the hammer back, washed his hands, and came to Wen Yue.
A huge shadow was cast, blocking out the sunlight.
Wen Yue raised her eyes in confusion.
Zhou Yao shook the water off his hands: "I'm going to Shi Tao's house and will be back later."
"Oh, sure." Wen Yue responded with a smile, "Let's have dumplings tonight. I'll make dumplings with cabbage and pork or leek and egg. I'll make more of whichever you like."
"All is fine. I'm not picky." Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows. "Then I'll go first."
Wen Yue nodded: "Yeah, go ahead."
…
When Zhou Yao arrived at Fang's house, Chen Wuming had already started drinking with Ren Yeliang or Fang Shitao. The main room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there were two plates of peanuts and cold vegetables on the table.
"Xiaoyao, you're here!" Chen Wuming spotted Zhou Yao at a glance, stood up, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Come and have a drink with uncle! Oh, by the way, where's your wife? Why don't you bring your wife with you?"
Zhou Yao frowned silently when he smelled the alcohol and whispered, "Her foot was injured and it's inconvenient for her to go out. Let's do it next time."
He used his foot to hook open the empty stool next to Ren Yeliang and sat down.
"I don't know when the next time will be." Chen Wuming poured a bowl of wine and pushed it in front of Zhou Yao, sighing and saying, "I plan to bring my family with me when I return to Shanghai this time, so I don't think I'll be back for long. Come on, let's have a drink."
Zhou Yao picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with Chen Wuming's.
"Shanghai has developed very fast in the past two years, and the government is still strongly supporting Shanghai. It's much better to stay there than here." Chen Wuming took two more sips of wine. "I heard that you asked someone to bring back some clothes from Shanghai some time ago. How are they selling?"
Zhou Yao glanced at Ren Yeliang, who immediately took over the conversation: "It's selling well. After all, these are clothes brought back from Shanghai, which is a big city. We dragged more than ten big bags and sold them all in a few days."
Chen Wuming laughed out loud: "That's right, what are those things there, how do you say that word... fashion! Yes, yes, fashion! When I came back, frog-eye glasses were popular in Shanghai, and they looked pretty good."
"Xiao Yao, I want you to go to Shanghai with me this time." Chen Wuming threw a few peanuts into his mouth and said with a big tongue, "Your father knew a lot of people in Shanghai. If you come with me, they will definitely help you for your father's sake. It is much better than staying in a small city like ours."
"Your father knew a lot of people in Shencheng at that time. Many of them are doing well now. Your father helped them a lot. Now that your father is gone, as his only son, they will definitely help you."
Ren Yeliang's hands trembled when he heard these words, and the peanuts fell to the ground without being held firmly. He carefully glanced at Zhou Yao's expression beside him.
Oh my god! His face really turned dark!
Zhou Yao took two big gulps of wine, smiled solemnly and said nothing.
Chen Wuming didn't mind. His eyes were a little vacant as he recalled: "When I went to Shanghai with your father, I was so nervous. I felt like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. I went to several factories to look for work, but when they heard I was from another place, they refused to hire me."
"I was at a loss at the time and thought I might as well just go back to farming. But your father was amazing. Two days later he told me he had found a job and took me to a factory. Within two months, he became a team leader in the factory and his salary was twice as much as mine!"
"I really didn't realize it. Your father usually seems quiet, but he turned out to be so powerful! He changed jobs to another factory within two months, and soon became a manager! If your father hadn't been unlucky and suddenly fell ill, I think you would have been living in Shanghai by now!"
Chen Wuming smacked his lips, his expression full of admiration and yearning for Zhou Yao's father. He had almost finished the peanuts and cold vegetables in front of him, so he looked out at the sky and said, "Let's cook two dishes. I don't know when I'll be back this time, so I have to drink more today!"
Ren Yeliang stood up after hearing this and walked out with Fang Shitao: "Okay, I'll just cook two dishes. Uncle Chen, I'm not a very good cook, don't mind. Tell us more about Shanghai later, that's what we like to hear."
"No problem!" Chen Wuming responded readily. He burped, wiped his mouth with his hand, and turned to look at Zhou Yao.
Having drunk a little too much, he didn't notice Zhou Yao's slightly dark and impatient face, and continued: "Haha, you and your father are really alike, you both don't talk much, I only knew him for two or three years before I knew he was married and had a son! I thought he was single, he looked quite young, hahaha, at that time there were many girls chasing after your father."
Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao left, leaving only Zhou Yao and Chen Wuming in the main hall, and the atmosphere became a little dull and heavy for a moment.
Zhou Yao didn't say a word from beginning to end, especially when Chen Wuming talked about Zhou Yao's dead father, his face didn't look good. His lips were pursed into a straight line, and his already cold eyebrows became even more ferocious.
He drank in silence, his eyes full of indifference.
"Your father seldom talked about family matters, and he never called home. At first, everyone thought there was something wrong with his family, but later we found out that his sons had grown up. But your father still missed you, and he didn't spend much of the money he earned. He kept it all and brought it back to you..."
Zhou Yao snorted, and said sarcastically: "Yes, bring them all back to me."
Chen Wuming didn't notice anything wrong and nodded: "You don't know how frugal your father is. He eats the cheapest box lunches every day and can barely change his clothes throughout the year, not to mention all the other miscellaneous expenses. He doesn't have any money at all! We were wondering why he didn't buy anything, but later we found out that he wanted to leave it all for you!"
"Your father really loves you."
Ren Yeliang heard this when he came in with the dishes. He paused for a moment and complained in his heart that every word of this Uncle Chen hit the nail on the head. He was really awesome!
"The food is here!" He smiled and cheerfully interrupted Chen Wuming, then changed the subject: "Uncle Chen, tell me about Shanghai. What is it like there? I heard that the houses there are very, very tall!"
Chen Wuming slapped the table and said, "That's not good. The buildings there are more than ten floors high! And there are elevators. Do you know what elevators are?"
Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao shook their heads in unison: "I don't know, what is that?"
Chen Wuming smiled proudly: "Let me tell you..."
Having drunk too much, Chen Wuming was so drunk that he looked unbearable. He could only stay at Fang's house for one night and go back the next day when he was sober.
Zhou Yao drank quite a bit, and didn't eat much, so he was drunk. His face flushed slightly, but his eyes were cold and gloomy. He recalled some of Chen Wuming's words with a gloomy face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he sneered.
Walking on the ridge of the field, the night breeze blew, and my mind became a little clearer.
Zhou Yao felt like he had forgotten something, but after drinking, his mind was a little confused and he couldn't remember what he had forgotten for a long time.
When he reached the gate of the courtyard and caught a glimpse of the petite figure sitting at the door of the kitchen, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said before that he would come back in the evening to eat wonton.
And now, it is very late.
Zhou Yao paused twice.
"Zhou Yao!" Wen Yue's voice and expression were filled with obvious anger. She suddenly raised her eyes and looked over, gritting her teeth: "Why did you come back so late? Do you know how long I waited for you at home? I almost got hungry!"
"Why did you go out so late? Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were coming back? I wouldn't have to wait for you so long..." Wen Yue was really a little angry.
She waited for a long time at home, and Zhou Yao still didn't come back until it was dark. She was so hungry that she cooked some dumplings.
Zhou Yao didn't say anything. He frowned and took a few steps forward. He said in a hoarse voice: "I have something to do temporarily. You can eat first."
He didn't expect to drink until so late, mainly because Chen Wuming kept pulling him away and wouldn't let him leave.
The smell of alcohol hitting her face made Wen Yue frown in disgust and took a small step back, eyes wide open: "You went to drink. You went to Grandma Fang's house just to drink. Since you were going to drink outside, why didn't you tell me? If you told me, I wouldn't have to wait so long. You always tell me nothing..."
Wen Yue kept chattering, and Zhou Yao felt a little annoyed.
"I didn't ask you to wait for me." He spoke in a heavy tone, obviously a little impatient. He rubbed his head and raised his feet to walk into the room, but was blocked by Wen Yue.
Wen Yue looked up and glared at him: "What do you mean by that?"
Zhou Yao's mind was still echoing with Chen Wuming's words.
'Your father cares about you very much'
'Your father left all his money to you'
'Your father really loves you'
"Where I go and when I come back is none of your business," Zhou Yao replied coldly, "Can you please stop bothering me? You have to control me when I wash my hands, when I eat, where I go, and everything else. I have never been controlled by anyone since I was a child."
The irritability and coldness in his eyes were like a sharp knife stabbing Wen Yue.
Her pupils dilated slightly and tears quickly filled her eyes.
"Zhou Yao, what do you mean?"
Zhou Yao looked at the mist in her eyes and felt his head hurt even more. He hissed, "Can you please stop crying? Where are you crying so much?"
Wen Yue took a deep breath and tried hard not to let the tears fall.
She just blinked her eyes lightly and tears began to fall down, hitting her clothes and the ground.
"I didn't provoke you, why are you angry at me?" Wen Yue's nose turned red, she raised her hand and wiped her face randomly, wiped away the tears on her face, took a deep breath and choked: "Okay, it's okay, I don't care, you can do whatever you want in the future, do whatever you want, I won't ask you."
She turned back into the house and slammed the door shut.
OK. Okay. No problem.
No matter what, since Zhou Yao has said so, it would be shameless for her to go up and do something shameless. She doesn't have the habit of trying to please someone who doesn't like her.
Wen Yue exhaled slowly, wiped the tears from her face, turned off the lights, got into bed, and pulled the quilt beside her to cover her stomach.
In the dark room, she opened her bright eyes and thought of what Zhou Yao had said. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was so angry that she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
She originally thought that she and Zhou Yao had become closer during this period, but now she realized that it was just her illusion and she was just being willing. He didn't take her seriously at all and even complained about her.
Wen Yue, you are just an ugly little thing!
Wen Yue couldn't hold back her emotions, she covered her head with the quilt and cried sadly.
Zhou Yao was the first person she saw in this era, and he was her husband in name only. Although he sometimes had a bad temper and bad habits, he also helped her a lot, so Wen Yue was actually a little dependent on him, and she also wanted to get along well with him. It would be best if they could develop true feelings.
As a result, people find her annoying and what's the point of being there?
Wen Yue sobbed and closed her eyes. She poked her face, which was a little red from holding it in, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
…
Zhou Yao rubbed his uncomfortable and confused head and walked into the kitchen with heavy steps. He scooped some cold water to wash his face and felt a little better.
He tilted his head, letting the water drip down his cheeks. The scene just now vaguely appeared in his mind, but it was intermittent and not connected. He could only recall that Wen Yue raised her little face and talked to her, but he couldn't remember what she said.
Hiss. I have to drink less next time.
Zhou Yao doesn't drink often.
He shook his head, stood up straight, carried the wooden bucket to fetch water and went into the small cubicle to take a shower. He casually put on a pair of shorts and staggered back to the house.
Turning on the light in the room, Zhou Yao saw the white clothes neatly stacked on the bed. He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to take a look. Seeing that there was still water on his hand, he rubbed it on his trouser leg twice.
Wipe it clean before picking it up.
It was a white shirt with a few pieces of bamboo and bamboo leaves embroidered on the chest pocket with black thread. It was quite simple and elegant, and the style was also good. It looked no worse than the clothes he got from Shencheng.
This was the first time someone had made clothes for him, the first piece of clothing made specifically for him.
Although grandma was partial to him, she couldn't be too partial to him because of Lin Fang's temper and the other two sons. In addition, she had a lot of work to do and didn't have time to make clothes for him.
Zhou Yao touched it twice with great care, then put it aside, planning to try again tomorrow when the alcohol smell on his body had dissipated.
Even after taking a shower, the smell of alcohol is still there, and I'm afraid it will get on my clothes.
He folded his clothes again and placed them carefully and tenderly on the stool beside him. He turned off the light and lay down on the bed for a while. His head started to hurt again.
I thought of some not-so-nice things from my childhood.
Zhou Yao frowned, turned over, and slept uneasily. When he woke up the next morning, he felt dizzy and his head hurt like an explosion, and his throat was uncomfortable and scratchy.
He sat up, rubbed his temple and glanced.
It was already bright outside the window, and it looked like it was around eight or nine in the morning, and he had gotten up much later than usual. Zhou Yao let out a foul breath, frowned, and put on his shoes and clothes. When he reached out to pick up the clothes that were casually thrown on the bedside, he suddenly remembered something and looked to the side.
On a stool not far from the bed, a white shirt was lying quietly.
It's not a dream. It's real.
Zhou Yao couldn't help but smiled, put on his clothes and went out in a good mood, no longer caring about the headache.
I opened the door and saw Wen Yue hanging clothes.
He coughed lightly, his brows and eyes were rarely gentle: "Good morning, what did you have for breakfast? Is there anything else?"
Wen Yue shook the clothes in her hands and hung them on the clothes drying rack. She glanced back at him coldly without saying anything. After hanging the clothes, she picked up the bucket and put it back in the kitchen. She said something lightly when she passed by Zhou Yao.
"No, if you want to eat, make it yourself."
Zhou Yao: ""
Why are you so cold all of a sudden?
Zhou Yao groaned, grabbed Wen Yue's slender wrist, and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you? Why do you look unhappy? Who made you unhappy, or did someone bully you again?"
Wen Yue looked into Zhou Yao's confused eyes, smiled, stretched out her other hand to pry open his fingers that were gripping her wrist: "You don't remember what happened last night?"
last night
Zhou Yao frowned and recalled, the fragmented images pieced together in his mind. Oh, he remembered that he had said hello to Wen Yue when he went out yesterday, meaning that he would go back for dinner in the evening, but he ended up drinking with Chen Wuming and got a little drunk.
He was indeed wrong in this matter.
Zhou Yao thought about it, and recalled what happened after he returned home. He remembered how he impatiently accused Wen Yue of being too controlling and complained that she was always crying and shedding tears...
Zhou Yao: ""
Zhou Yao: “…”
Wen Yue smiled: "I still remember what you said."
She still had a smile on her palm-sized face, but Zhou Yao was quick to detect the distance and indifference beneath the smile. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and explained in a low voice: "I drank too much last night, and my brain is not quite right. Don't bother with me."
"No need to explain it to me, I understand."
As the saying goes, the truth comes out when one is drunk. She really wanted to control Zhou Yao and change his bad habits. After all, she was planning to live a good life with him at that time. But Wen Yue didn't expect that he was so resentful. She really couldn't do such a thing as trying to please him.
In this case, they should put both sides in the right position and treat each other as roommates. Fortunately, Zhou Yao had not touched the betrothal money he had given her before, and he did not plan to touch it in the future. He would keep it well and return it when he needed it.
After she had completely integrated into this era, she would find a good opportunity to separate from Zhou Yao. Marriage is irrelevant. Anyway, they didn't get a marriage certificate. If they went to a place where no one knew them, no one would know that they were married.
Wen Yue thought about these things until late at night last night. She fell asleep only after she had thought them through. She woke up too early in the morning and her eyes were still a little uncomfortable because she had been crying.
After saying this, she went back to her room, closed the door, and planned to take a nap, not caring about the expression on Zhou Yao's face.
He said that last night, who would care about him?
Zhou Yao, who was standing outside the door and was turned away, said: "..."
A trace of annoyance appeared on his brows. He raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, thinking that this drink was really fucking depressing.
Zhou Yao had never coaxed anyone in his life. Facing the closed wooden door, he was a little at a loss for a moment. He stood there expressionless for a while, then turned around and went to the kitchen to brush his teeth and wash up.
When he was brushing his teeth, his face looked particularly grumpy, as if he would pick up his fists and fight someone in the next second. And this irritable mood reached its peak when he saw Ren Yeliang standing at the door with a smirk on his face.
"Brother, Uncle Chen has gone back. Let me tell you a few words." Zhou Yao was the only one in the yard. Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao pushed open the half-closed wooden door and walked in.
Ren Yeliang saw Zhou Yao's fierce expression and sighed twice: "Brother, what's wrong with you? You look so irritated. Are you unhappy because of what Uncle Chen said last night? Well, it's not something that happened between you and Uncle Zhou. Just ignore it and don't take it to heart."
"It's not because of this." Zhou Yao was not that stingy. He did feel a little uncomfortable last night, but he didn't remember it until now. He first said, "Don't drink like this in the future."
Then his eyes drifted towards the room where Wen Yue was.
Ren Yeliang reacted immediately and asked in a low voice: "Brother, is it because you came home late last night that your sister-in-law is angry?"
Zhou Yao was silent for a moment. There was a little difference, but it was almost the same. So he nodded affirmatively: "Well, I promised your sister-in-law to come back for dinner. She has been waiting for me at home for a long time."
"Brother, this is your fault." Ren Yeliang thought about the time when Zhou Yao returned home last night, and thought, no wonder his sister-in-law was angry, who wouldn't be angry?
He advised earnestly: "Brother, don't be so angry now. Apologize to your sister-in-law and explain yourself, admit your fault."
Zhou Yao pursed his lips.
He just explained it, but Wen Yue didn't want to listen at all.
Wen Yue's slightly cold and distant face appeared in front of him, and Zhou Yao felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he was extremely irritated. He clicked his tongue impatiently and complained stubbornly: "Isn't it just that I'll be back a little later? Why are you so angry——"
“Crunch.”
The tightly closed wooden door opened, Wen Yue just happened to hear these words, and looked at Zhou Yao calmly.
Zhou Yao was stunned: "..." What the hell
The timing is so perfect, it came out when I said this
"Sister-in-law!" Ren Yeliang called out quickly, his eyes swept back and forth between the two people's faces, and he laughed and said: "I was talking to Brother Yao about something else. There is a friend who was angry because we came to him too late before. He didn't mean to talk about you, sister-in-law, right, brother?"
Zhou Yao pursed his lips and agreed with a stiff face: "Yes."
Fang Shitao didn't dare to say anything. He knew he couldn't speak, so he just stood there as a background. He turned his head to look outside the courtyard gate, pretending to enjoy the scenery.
"Sister-in-law, don't blame me for what happened last night." Ren Yeliang looked at his brother's cold and stiff face, sighed in frustration, and smiled to help explain: "It's like this, an elder came to have a drink with us, and he kept pulling Brother Yao and wouldn't let him leave..."
Wen Yue interrupted Ren Yeliang with a smile: "It's okay, no need to tell me this, you guys go about your business, I'll go out for a walk."
She had basically stayed at home for so long since she came here, and only went out to look for Li Nianqiu, so she had never properly wandered around the village. Since she was going to live here from now on, Wen Yue felt that she really needed to go out and get familiar with the place.
After saying this, without waiting for Zhou Yao and the other two to react, Wen Yue had already walked out of the yard.
Ren Yeliang took a breath and murmured: "Brother, why do I feel like my sister-in-law is particularly angry? What did you do yesterday?"
Zhou Yao: “…”
He said he was possessed by a ghost last night, okay?
"Don't worry about this." Zhou Yao didn't want to discuss the conflict between him and Wen Yue in front of outsiders, and replied coldly, "If you have anything to say, say it quickly, then get out of here and don't bother me anymore."
Ren Yeliang: “……Okay.”
His brother was in a bad mood at the moment, and he didn't want to get scolded. He explained to Chen Wuming in a few words, then hurriedly pulled Fang Shitao out of the yard, fearing that he would be beaten for no reason if he was two seconds slower.
"When adults quarrel, the little ones suffer." Ren Yeliang shook his head, "It's really scary. For Brother Yao, who has such a bad temper, to be able to marry a wife must be a great blessing in his previous life."
Fang Shitao reacted for a while, then turned to look at him: "What you said before is that a girl who can marry Brother Yao must have accumulated great virtue in her previous life."
Ren Yeliang thought carefully for two seconds and asked him: "So who do you think is more virtuous, sister-in-law or brother Yao?"
Isn't this question embarrassing for honest people?
Fang Shitao hesitated for two seconds before answering honestly: "Brother Yao."
"That's it." Ren Yeliang laughed again, hooked his arm around Fang Shitao's shoulder and whispered, "I'm a little curious about how Brother Yao coaxes his sister-in-law. He has never coaxed anyone before. Do you remember the girl who used to follow us around? Her name seemed to be Xiaowei. Brother Yao said something that made her cry."
Fang Shitao nodded, his voice honest: "I remember that Xiaowei had short hair at that time, and her voice was a little rough, like a boy. Then Brother Yao told her to get lost and cried, saying that it was not good for a man to cry every day."
Ren Yeliang immediately burst into a pig-like laugh.
The little girl was already sad, and after hearing what Zhou Yao said, she couldn't stop her tears from flowing down. She said with grievance and sadness: I am a girl!
What was Yao's expression at that time?
Ren Yeliang thought about it for two seconds.
Oh, Brother Yao added with a cold face: Women are the same, crying and getting so annoying, go cry over there.
So it's really not easy for Brother Yao to get married, but don't let such a good sister-in-law get angry and run away!
…
After Ren Yeliang and Fang Shitao left, Zhou Yao stood in the yard for two seconds with an uncertain expression, and finally walked out with his long legs spread out.
Fortunately, Wen Yue was not walking fast, and he had good eyesight, so he saw the petite figure walking on the path on the ridge of the field at a glance.
She was still wearing the same yellow dress today. It had several cuts on it from rolling down the slope, but she had already sewed up the cuts with needle and thread, and in order not to affect the beauty, she also embroidered beautiful patterns on it.
The solid-colored dress has a few more patterns on it, making it look brighter than the original.
Zhou Yao let out a breath, strode after him, and followed him not too far away.
He stared at the figure in front of him with deep and dark eyes, his thoughts were a little confused. Sometimes he felt that what he said last night was right, and sometimes he thought that what he said was indeed a bit excessive, and he didn't hate being controlled so much in his heart.
Although I found Wen Yue’s frequent crying annoying at first, later, when I saw her crying again, the annoyance turned into an indescribable feeling of bitterness.
Zhou Yao didn't know what this emotion was, but he knew it was definitely not boredom.
The weather was also very good today, with no clouds in the sky. The azure blue sky looked clean and clear as if it had just been washed. Occasionally, a breeze blew through, stirring the green crops in the fields, making a pleasant rustling sound.
Walking in the green, I feel peaceful and calm.
She knew Zhou Yao was following behind her, and he would follow if he wanted to.
The fields were filled with villagers wearing straw hats, bending over and working with their backs hunched. The sun made their cheeks red, and sweat ran down their bodies, soaking most of their clothes.
Seeing how hard it was, Wen Yue was more determined to go back to school in the second half of the year. She couldn't stand this kind of hardship.
"Hey, Wen Yue, where are you two doing?" The villagers working in the fields were surprised to see Wen Yue out of nowhere. It seemed that she had rarely appeared in front of them since she married Zhou Yao.
At least before she got married, she went up the mountain every day to cut grass for pigs, so you could see her.
Wen Yue searched her mind for memories of the man in front of her, smiled, and slowly replied: "Uncle Fang, I'm just taking a walk and looking around."
"I've been in the village for more than ten years and I still haven't seen enough. What's so good about it?" Uncle Fang glanced at her strangely, then waved his hands and muttered, "Look, look, I'll continue to work. I guess I just have nothing to do and I'm free."
Wen Yue ignored the latter sentence and continued walking forward with a smile.
I have to say that the scenery of Hongshan Village is still very good. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is a river at the entrance of the village. Surrounded by green mountains and green waters, the scenery is beautiful. If it were in her time in the future, it would become a popular check-in spot for farmhouses with a little renovation.
Wen Yue walked along the ridge of the field and bumped into a young girl of about the same age.
"Wen Yue" The other party had a surprised expression, his eyes swept back and forth over her twice, and he smiled strangely: "Long time no see, I heard that you got married, who did you marry?"
Wen Yue flipped through her memory.
This girl's name is Fang Lanhua, and she used to be a good friend of the original owner. But it seems that when she was in junior high school, Fang Lanhua saw her crush confess to the original owner, and although the original owner did not agree, she still unilaterally hated the original owner.
Later, the original owner's parents died, and she was forced to drop out of school by her aunt, who laughed at her in person. As a result, she also dropped out of school and got married, and moved to the neighboring Honghe Village. The two rarely saw each other.
People who are not friends, irrelevant, and even have conflicts with each other.
Wen Yue came to the conclusion, with a smile on her face, and replied in a gentle voice: "I won't tell you."
Fang Lanhua choked and snorted twice: "Even if you don't tell me, I know that you married Zhou Yao, a famous gangster in our village. He even beat you up and sent you to the hospital some time ago." Her words were full of schadenfreude.
"I know, but you're still asking." Wen Yue glanced at her, "You're sick."
"Why are you still swearing at people? You're sick, Wen Yue. Have you forgotten that everyone used to call you a door-sweeper?" Fang Lanhua was furious and raised her voice to shout, spitting everywhere.
Wen Yue blinked: "Whatever others say is true, I will also say that you are a dead star and a lucky star, and you are one too."
Fang Lanhua's face flushed instantly: "It's obviously you! I didn't bring death to my parents, what right do you have to say that..."
"Say it again, who killed your parents?"
Zhou Yao saw Wen Yue chatting with someone, and wanted to stay behind. He squatted on the edge of the field with a tall and strong figure of nearly 1.9 meters, looking a little aggrieved. He stretched out his hand and ruthlessly destroyed the weeds on the edge of the field, pulling out a bunch of them at a time, his eyes drifting to the side from time to time, his mind was not here at all, and his movements were careless.
Just as I was thinking about how to coax the person, I suddenly heard the woman opposite Wen Yue let out a sharp scream and said dirty words.
Hearing the words "Ghost of the Dead" and "Sweeper of the Dead", Zhou Yao's face suddenly darkened. He stood up and strode over to ask in a cold voice: "Who do you say is the Sweeper of the Dead, Hmm?"
The man had a gloomy face and a cold expression on his brows. The oppressive feeling that came over her made Fang Lanhua's face turn pale.
Her mind went blank for a moment, not understanding where this man came from. It was strange, she hadn't seen him just now. Then she looked at the other person's ferocious expression, trembled twice, and stammered, unable to speak.
Zhou Yao frowned and said in a rough voice: "Speak up, you were shouting just now, but now you are mute. I am asking you a question, who do you think is the dead star?"
"Again, again, I didn't say that first." Fang Lanhua stammered, "It was Wen Yue who scolded me first. She said I was sick."
Zhou Yao sneered: "My wife is wrong, are you sick?"
He actually didn't know what happened, but he firmly believed that Wen Yue was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to cause trouble. With her little courage, how could she dare to take the initiative to cause trouble?
Fang Lanhua felt a little guilty, after all, she did want to mock Wen Yue.
She glanced at Zhou Yao who was standing in front of Wen Yue. The latter was wearing a tank top, and his tight muscles were bulging and could not be hidden. If he was hit, it would hurt a lot.
"I, I have something else to do, I won't talk to you guys anymore!" Fang Lanhua lowered her head and quickly ran around the couple in front of her. At that speed, it would be a pity not to participate in a sprint competition.
Zhou Yao stared at Fang Lanhua's back and sneered, then retracted his gaze and met Wen Yue's eyes. His originally cold and fierce expression seemed to be infected by Fang Lanhua, and he became guilty.
Wen Yue had beautiful eyes, big and round, but the curve at the end of her eyes was slightly upward, adding a bit of charm. Her clear and pure eyes were very calm, just looking at him like that.
Being looked at like this, Zhou Yaobiao went from feeling guilty to feeling annoyed. He raised his hand and scratched his hair and said in a muffled voice: "Don't be angry. It was my fault last night. I drank some horse urine and got nauseous. I apologize to you."
"It's okay, I forgive you." Wen Yue's voice was gentle.
Zhou Yao's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Wen Yue hummed.
Zhou Yao stared at her carefully for a few times, his brows furrowed even more tightly: "...You are obviously still angry." She couldn't control her emotions at all, and her attitude was still distant and indifferent.
"I have already forgiven you for what happened last night." Wen Yue said nothing more, walked around Zhou Yao and continued walking along the ridge of the field.
She was angry about more than just what happened last night.
But Wen Yue lazily said that it was not necessary.
Zhou Yao: “…”
Why is he so hard to appease? Didn't he apologize?
Zhou Yao's face became gloomier, thinking that since I'm not going to coax you anymore, you can do whatever you want. His eyes swept towards Wen Yue's receding figure, but his body followed after her honestly.
"Wen..."
"Zhou Yao"
A young man carrying a hoe came over from the ridge of the field. He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. He strode over, calling Zhou Yao's name loudly. He glanced at Wen Yue and asked with a smile: "It's almost time for dinner, what are you two doing?"
Zhou Yao paused, clicked his tongue, and was about to ignore him and continue walking when he saw Wen Yue also stop and turn his head to look over here.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then answered: "Just taking a walk."
"You have a good relationship." The young man looked at Wen Yue again.
Wen Yue smiled at him.
This man was the youngest son of the village chief, named Li Mingjin. If you think about it carefully, it seems that he is not related to the original owner by blood. So she called him: "Cousin." Although there were problems between her and Zhou Yao, she did not intend to expose the problems to others.
"Yeah." Li Mingjin responded with a smile.
Zhou Yao glanced at Wen Yue, took Li Mingjin's arm and walked a few steps to the side, lowering his voice: "Brother Li, I heard that you and your sister-in-law have a good relationship. I have a question for you."
Li Mingjin raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem? You had a quarrel with your wife."
"No." Zhou Yao paused for two seconds and said nonchalantly: "It's like this, I have a friend."
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Li Mingjin: Oh, a friend
I'd like to recommend my friend's period novels for pre-collection. I'll open them when I collect them.
"The Soft Little Widow of the 1980s" Author: Moer ID: 8553116
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Mr. Li, a notorious bully in the village, had just married a beautiful concubine. Unfortunately, she died suddenly before any witnesses could be found, leaving behind a concubine who had never married him and a bunch of shabby stalls.
Li Xincheng, who had just returned from the army on leave, saw at a glance the woman who almost became his sister-in-law and was kneeling in the front row of the mourning hall.
The worn linen couldn't hide her fair skin, her pretty white face, her slender and delicate body. She was so white and glowing that she made everyone in the mourning hall pale in comparison and immediately attracted his attention.
This glance is a lifetime.
Note: Both the male and female protagonists are clean physically and mentally, and the female protagonist is a beautiful dodder flower.
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