Chapter 12 Chapter 12

"I don't need to seduce."

Jia Yourui smiled more brightly.

"I don't need to do anything, they just come to me on their own."

She said softly: "What's the point of you scolding me, just tell them not to come to me."

Jia Yumin's face turned red with anger and her hands trembled.

"You, you shameless bitch!"

"Stay away from Brother Quanhui!"

After scolding angrily, she strode out of the courtyard.

...

Who is Brother Quanhui?

Jia Yourui was confused.

She closed the door.

Jia Yourui's mood was not affected at all. In her next life, she would never get angry about such childish people and things.

...

Jia Yourui sat in front of the mirror and tied her hair into a bun with a wooden hairpin.

She took out a jewelry box from the hole in the dressing table and opened it. There were some pearl flowers and painted iron hairpins inside.

Jia Yourui thought for a moment, took off the wooden hairpin, and chose an iron hairpin decorated with fake pearls and put it on again.

The bright white round pearls were inlaid on the end of the hairpin, close to the bun. Compared with the wooden hairpin, it was less plain and more bright.

After combing her hair, she continued to make the unfinished skirt.

...

Sewing made her eyes tired, so Jia Yourui worked for a while, put down the skirt, and walked outside.

Seeing the half cake left on the table, she remembered that she had not finished it yet, so she lifted the cover and picked up the cake, eating while walking around.

The layout of the house was very simple. Jia Guoye's house and her house were on both sides of the hall, but the area of ​​the house was smaller than hers. There was a door in the house leading to the kitchen, and next to the kitchen was the toilet.

There was only a small table, two chairs, and a bed in Jia Guoye's house. There was not even a closet. The clothes were stacked on a large chair. The whole room was very clean. There was a teapot and a water cup on the table.

After eating the cake, Jia Yourui put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and poured a glass of water to drink.

After drinking the water, she put down the cup, sat on his bed, and fell down with her head tilted back.

She stared at the mesh on the top of the mosquito net in a daze.

...

He seemed to be more tired than others.

Jia Yourui felt very sorry. She didn't care before, but now she felt sorry for him.

She knew that Jia Guoye would be successful in the future, but with such a starting condition, how much hardship would he have to endure to have such a bright and beautiful appearance in the future?

Could she share anything for him?

Jia Yourui didn't know how Jia Guoye started from scratch, and Jia Guoye never told her. He would not talk about the hardships he had suffered in front of her, and never said how tired he was.

...

There was a knock on the door. It should be Jia Guoye who came back. Jia Yourui ran to open the door.

"Who?"

"It's me."

The sun outside was very strong. There were big beads of sweat on Jia Guoye's forehead, and his face was red from the sun. He took off his backpack, and the shirt on his back was completely stuck to his back by sweat.

"Have a drink of water."

Jia Guoye washed his face with cold water, and Jia Yourui handed him the cup.

Jia Guoye took it and looked at her: "Thank you."

He drank the water in the cup in big gulps.

"Do you want more?" Jia Yourui asked.

He sat down, put the cup on the table, and waved his hand: "No."

Jia Guoye looked very tired, his lips were pale, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Jia Yourui walked behind him, put her hands on his shoulders, and gave him a massage to relieve his fatigue as she did before.

Feeling the two cool little hands on his shoulders, Jia Guoye's shoulders tightened and he shuddered.

He woodenly enjoyed the experience he had never had before.

Jia Yourui felt his muscles slowly relaxing. "Is this strength okay?"

Jia Guoye nodded, "Yes."

He didn't dare to move much, and answered whatever was asked.

"Are you going to the fields this afternoon?"

- "Yes."

"What are you going to do this afternoon?"

- "Ming Zhangbo has returned the sickle, and I'm going to harvest rice this afternoon."

"Do you have any sickles at home?"

- "Yes."

He was hesitant, and a strange idea came to his mind.

"Then I'll go with you this afternoon."

"No." Jia Guoye didn't hesitate at all.

After saying that, he probably felt that his tone was too stiff, so he added: "It's too hot outside, you should rest at home."

"But I want to give it a try." Jia Yourui said aggrievedly: "Just let me go, if I'm tired, I'll sit down and rest, okay?"

The soft little hand gently rubbed his temple, not too hard or too soft.

Jia Guoye was tangled up, and he couldn't say no.

"Okay."

As soon as he said that, Jia Yourui said happily: "You're so nice."

Jia Guoye's ears felt hot, and he continued: "But just give it a try, don't tire yourself out."

Jia Yourui nodded obediently: "Yeah."

...

At noon, they had half a pot of porridge left over from the morning. Jia Guoye fried a cucumber and picked out some of the kimchi and radish from the glass bottle.

He put the food on the table and called Jia Yourui, who was sewing the sleeves of her skirt, to come out and eat.

Jia Yourui suddenly thought of the bowl of fried fish and ran to the kitchen to get it out of the cabinet.

She put the bowl on the table and said to Jia Guoye:

"A girl with short hair brought it to me this morning."

Jia Guoye nodded, "Eat it."

Jia Yourui ate a piece of kimchi and radish and asked, "Who was that girl? I don't remember her name."

Jia Guoye said, "Jia Yumin."

Still no impression.

Jia Yourui didn't touch the bowl of fried fish. After all, she was scolded this morning and she didn't want to eat it.