Chapter 22 Chapter 22
Jia Guoye was worried that Jia Yourui was still waiting for him to cook at home, so he did not delay finishing his work.
Throughout the afternoon, he worked much less than others, but he did not do much less work, which amazed people passing by his rice field.
Perhaps those people were right, Jia Guoye was born to work hard.
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Before going home, Jia Guoye quickly washed his hands, face and sickle in the gutter.
Jia Guoye squatted down, put the sickle beside him, put his hands in the gutter, washed his hands carefully first, then waited for the dirty water to flow away, scooped up two palms of clean water, and rubbed his face heavily.
After Jia Guoye returned to the fields from home in the afternoon, he did not sit down to rest. He only took a sip of water sent by Zhang Xiuhua and rested for a while.
His body was sweaty all the time, and it was only now that it began to dry up.
After washing his hands and face, he rubbed the weeds by the ditch to sharpen the sickle, then got up and went home.
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In the evening, this is a rare leisure time of the day. The afterglow casts a layer of light yellow on everything, soothing the tired hearts of people who have worked all day.
Jia Guoye lit a cigarette, held two sickles in his left hand, and walked slowly forward, releasing the tiredness of his body.
Jia Guoye starts smoking very early. When he is in a bad mood, he likes to smoke to relax or clear his mind. This is almost his only way to relieve stress.
But now he can't do that. He looks into the distance with a slight smile on his face.
He thought of Jia Yourui who doesn't like the smell of smoke. He can't touch her at home anymore.
Jia Guoye found it incredible. He had observed so carefully, but he had never noticed that Xiaorui didn't like the smell of smoke.
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Jia Yourui was at home. After Jia Guoye left in the afternoon, she was lost in thought for a while. She was nervous about seeing her parents the next day. Then she gradually felt sleepy in her nervousness. She lay down with her hands on her body and fell asleep.
When Jia Guoye opened the door and came in, she was still asleep.
Jia Guoye quickly prepared the meal. He wanted to go into the house and call Jia Yourui, but he found that she was still sleeping soundly.
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Jia Yourui raised her two little hands and placed them on the pillows on both sides of her face. Her lips were slightly parted. Her peaceful sleeping face made people feel pity and wanted to protect her.
One of her loose trouser legs was rolled up to her knees, revealing her injured calf.
The smooth, white and well-proportioned calf was wrapped with several circles of gauze, revealing a little red blood color, which made her look even more pitiful.
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Jia Guoye hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and woke her up softly.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he quickly swallowed the sound he was about to make.
Good thing.
He almost blurted out: Xiaorui.
The relationship between them was not enough to use such an intimate name.
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"Yourui."
"Yourui, it's time to eat."
"Wake up."
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Jia Yourui woke up from her sleep when she heard the voice.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The two looked into each other's eyes.
Jia Yourui, who had just woken up, was still confused, like a newborn animal, with eyes slightly closed, a hint of doubt, a pouting mouth, a layer of light red on her cheeks, and her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.
There is no need to say much about Jia Yourui's beauty, but at this moment, she was not only beautiful but also a bit childish, which made people feel dizzy.
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Jia Guoye stood up, calmed his impetuous mood, and said, "The food is ready, get up and eat."
Jia Yourui reacted and nodded slowly, "Okay."
Her voice was soft.
Jia Yourui supported herself to sit up, yawned, and moved her injured right leg very slowly.
"Do you need my help?" Jia Guoye asked.
Jia Yourui shook her head, with a little stubbornness, and muttered, "No, it's not a serious wound."
Jia Guoye didn't force her, watching her put on her shoes, stand up with the help of the bed, and then sit down at the dining table while holding on to the dressing table and the wall.
When she sat at the dining table, Jia Yourui let out a long breath in a low voice.
Her calf still hurts.
It's so tiring.
Jia Yourui picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat.
Jia Guoye may have felt that she likes to eat kimchi and radish, so he put a small plate in front of her for her to hold.
The main course tonight was a bowl of porridge, accompanied by three dishes.
One was stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and there were two rare pickled vegetables on the table: one was the fried silver fish that was not finished at noon, and the other was the half dried chicken that the eldest brother sent.
Jia Guoye also placed a plate of chicken in front of her.
Jia Yourui first tasted the porridge, which was made of taro.
She picked up a piece of chicken and bit it to taste it.
The texture of the chicken was very firm, a little hard to bite, but it tasted very delicious.
Jia Yourui hadn't tasted the chicken dried by her mother for a long time, let alone the chicken made by Jia Guoye, so she ate three pieces in a row and then moved on to other dishes.
By the time she realized that Jia Guoye's bowl was empty, not even a chicken bone, his bowl was almost empty.
Jia Yourui did not hesitate to persuade him, fearing that he would refuse, and directly put two pieces of chicken into his bowl.
"Try it."
She looked at her with bright eyes and raised her voice: "My mother dried the chicken, and you fried it very well, it smells so good."