It was past 2 p.m. when Song Jingzhou hurriedly returned with a lunchbox in his hand.
"Are you getting impatient?"
Su Qingci stood up subconsciously. "No, are you done with your work?"
"Yes, Vice Dean Zhang ran into a bit of trouble, but he just finished dealing with it."
As he spoke, Song Jingzhou held up the lunchbox in his hand, "Have you eaten?"
Su Qingci said, "Comrade Li has already taken me to eat."
"Eat quickly."
Song Jingzhou didn't stand on ceremony.
He had a bowl of porridge in the morning and spent four or five hours doing mental work with me. By this time, his stomach was growling with hunger.
He opened his lunchbox and got right to work.
Xiao Li, being very perceptive, poured a glass of water and brought it over.
Su Qingci glanced at Song Jingzhou's food.
"Oh, so they're giving you special treatment?"
The large lunchbox contained two white face masks, half a box of stir-fried dried bean curd sticks, and stir-fried pork.
"Our brigade's oxen work all morning and are still given a scoop of bran as an extra meal. They've been used like oxen all morning, so it's not too much to ask them to get a decent meal too."
As Song Jingzhou spoke, he picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and held it out to Su Qingci, saying, "The taste is not bad, try it."
Su Qingci glanced at Comrade Xiao Li, who was standing straight not far away, and said, "No, no, I'm full. You go ahead and eat."
After lunch, Song Jingzhou went to submit some documents, and it wasn't until almost four o'clock in the afternoon that he took Su Qingci back home.
The two walked along the forest path, and Song Jingzhou felt completely relaxed.
Su Qingci tilted her head back and asked, "Is that all?"
Seeing that no one was around, Song Jingzhou put his arm around Su Qingci's shoulder and said, "It's done."
"But you'll have to wait a few more days here."
Seeing Su Qingci's puzzled expression, Song Jingzhou quickly explained, "Originally, I was thinking of having you work closer to me, in the General Armaments Department as well, but this department, how should I put it, is much stricter on the political vetting process."
"It might still have some impact on the uncles and aunts, but the other groups or camps below are fine."
"It just so happens that Vice Dean Zhang..." Song Jingzhou paused, knowing that there were many things he couldn't say carelessly right now.
"I just happened to have some things that required my assistance, so I took leave."
"I'll come back after you've sorted out that matter, that's all."
Su Qingci's lips twitched. "Is this considered being a scoundrel?"
"What kind of shamelessness are you playing? In this compound, the children of second-generation military officers can enlist directly as long as they are willing. You can be considered half a third-generation red."
With the most troublesome thing resolved, the two of them playfully bickered as they walked back.
As they walked, Su Qingci suddenly plopped down on the ground and started acting spoiled.
"I'm not going any further, I'm exhausted."
Song Jingzhou reached out and grabbed her by the collar, lifting her up. "We still have to wait for the bus at the platform downstairs. If we're any later, there won't be any more buses, and Grandma will be worried if we get back late."
Su Qingci pursed her lips and smiled meaningfully, "Then what should I do? I really can't walk anymore."
"Why don't you carry me on your back?"
Song Jingzhou wrinkled his nose. "Wait, I'll find you something that will run faster than me carrying it."
After speaking, Song Jingzhou plunged into the nearby woods and quickly retrieved a semi-circular, bow-shaped stick.
Here, take it.
Su Qingci looked at Song Jingzhou with a puzzled expression, as if he were an idiot. "I said, don't go too far. Do you think I'm three years old? You found me a stick, and you think it'll make me run faster?"
Song Jingzhou said with a serious expression, "You don't understand. This is a kind of fun that you city people can't comprehend."
"Which kid in our village hasn't played like this?"
As Song Jingzhou spoke, he placed the stick in his hand on the ground and pushed it forward.
The stick vibrated on the ground, making a clattering sound that made Song Jingzhou's right hand tremble.
Song Jingzhou looked utterly captivated. "Look at the length, the curve, and the resilience—this is practically the dream stick of my childhood."
Suzhou porcelain...
“There’s an old man with glaucoma living in our alley, and that’s how he walks.”
Song Jingzhou ignored Su Qingci's sarcasm, pushing his stick forward with big strides, a smile playing on his lips, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood.
Seeing him pushing the cart forward with a clattering sound, Su Qingci also became interested.
"Come on, let me try it, and it seems to actually work."
"Would I lie to you? When we were kids, many of us walked to and from school or to the market. Even when we were too tired to walk anymore, we could still walk another ten miles by picking up a stick."
Su Qingci took the stick from Song Jingzhou's hand and pushed him forward.
"Da da da da da~"
My arm went numb from the shock.
Su Qingci felt she was sick; she was a 19-year-old girl, and she actually found it very amusing.
Just like that little child, he was pushing a stick and running very fast.
Hahaha~
Song Jingzhou smiled as he looked at the woman who moved like the wind ahead and offered a reminder.
"Slow down, slow down, why are you running so fast?"
"Watch out... pit."
"Ah~" A sharp scream rang out.
Before Song Jingzhou could finish speaking, he saw the woman in front of him, who was as swift as the wind, pause in the stick she was holding. She was thrown forward, her feet dangling in the air from the stick.
Su Qingci was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes, and she clutched her stomach, unable to stand up for a long time.
Song Jingzhou was terrified. "Are you alright? Are you alright?"
"Hey, I was just telling you not to run so fast."
"Is the injury gone? Does it hurt a lot?"
"Waaah... Waaah~"
Song Jingzhou should have kept quiet until she asked, because then she couldn't hold back any longer and started howling at the top of her lungs.
"It hurts so much! Waaah! That bastard pushed that stick into that ditch and lifted me up!"
"Waaaaah~ It's all your fault for bringing glory to our ancestors, my stomach has been pierced!"
"Ugh, this isn't fun at all~ Waaaaah..."
"I'm never playing again... Waaah!"
Song Jingzhou was extremely nervous. "Come on, let me see, let me see."
Su Qingci stood up, clutching her stomach. Song Jingzhou squatted down and lifted her clothes to check.
A reddish-purple patch, about the size of a beer cap, stood out conspicuously on her snow-white, flat stomach.
Song Jingzhou was so heartbroken he almost slapped himself twice.
What kind of mess is this?
"Let me rub it for you, it will melt and heal soon."
Song Jingzhou raised his palm and rubbed it on his clothes, then rubbed the bruise on Qingci's lower abdomen with his palm.
"Bear with it, I have internal energy that can improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis."
Hearing Su Qingci's wailing and howling, Song Jingzhou became even more annoyed.
She gently coaxed, "Okay, okay, don't cry. It's all my fault. I forgot that playing with sticks requires skill."
"Does it still hurt?"
Su Qingci's eyes were filled with tears. "Ooh~ it hurts."
"You rushed forward too fast, your lower abdomen was pressing against that stick, and your feet were dangling in the air being supported. How could it not hurt?"
"Come on, I'll carry you. Just bear with it, let's hurry back and apply the medicine."
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