Like birds released from their cages, the two strolled around West Street until late at night, then went to the cinema to watch a late-night movie before finally returning to the guesthouse, exhausted.
Su Qingci had just finished washing up and was about to go to the farm to sleep when there was a loud knocking on the door.
Who is it?
"It's me."
Su Qingci, her hair still wet, unlatched the door, and Song Jingzhou slipped in sideways.
Thinking about how she had been carried back on his back, listening to his heartbeat, Su Qingci's heart fluttered.
In the dead of night, alone together, is there a chance for their relationship to take another step forward?
Looking at Su Qingci's wet hair, Song Jingzhou naturally took the handkerchief from her hand and dried her hair.
"Why are you washing your hair so late at night? How long will it take to dry? You'll have to sleep with wet hair, or you'll get headaches later."
Song Jingzhou was wearing a white, tight-fitting vest on his upper body and a pair of knee-length training trousers on his lower body.
Under the warm orange light, his eyes were fixed intently on the top of Su Qingci's head.
As if sensing that Su Qingci was looking up at him, his expression immediately became unnatural, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.
His body is well-proportioned, not the kind of bulky physique. He has broad shoulders, a wide back, and firm abdominal muscles. He has muscles, but they are not exaggerated, and there are no scary lumps.
Su Qingci slowly wrapped her arms around his lean waist. Song Jingzhou tensed up, paused for a moment while drying his hair, and then quickly resumed drying it, though with a hint of panic compared to before.
Gradually, Su Qingci's small hands began to wander around the other person's waist, and soon they reached down along the loose elastic band at the other person's lower back.
When their palms covered her firm, rounded breasts, they were both dumbfounded.
Su Qingci... What did I do?
Song Jingzhou narrowed his dangerous eyes and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Su Qingci, what are you doing?"
Su Qingci's mind hadn't quite caught up yet, but her hands didn't hold back at all; she even squeezed it a couple of times. Hmm, the elasticity is really good.
"Well, I, I just, just touched it."
Song Jingzhou felt like he was going crazy; his whole body was burning hot and he felt like he was about to explode.
Looking at the girl with her misty eyes and innocent expression, Song Jingzhou's gaze darkened. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to bite her lips hard.
The air temperature rose rapidly, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the entire room, with the pounding of hearts mingling together.
Su Qingci's mind went completely blank.
Feeling a burning pain on her lips, she felt like she was about to dehydrate and suffocate. Instinctively, she raised her hand and pressed it against his chest, pushing him away.
Song Jingzhou held her tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of Su Qingci's loose hair.
Su Qingci was unbearably hot, and just as she was about to leave, she suddenly bumped into something incredible.
Her struggling body stiffened instinctively.
Song Jingzhou tightened his grip on her arm, gently biting Su Qingci's shoulder with controlled force, his voice sounding as if he was trying his best to restrain himself, "Little darling, please, don't move."
Hearing his panting, Su Qingci mischievously snuggled against him and twisted her body.
"Qingci!" Song Jingzhou restrained her body, preventing her from moving.
"Not now."
"After I get back this time, I'll submit a marriage application to the organization, okay?"
It took Su Qingci a while to react, "You're proposing to me?"
"Yes, I'm proposing to you. Will you?" Song Jingzhou asked cautiously, his body tense.
"No, don't answer. You should think it over carefully before you answer me."
Song Jingzhou struggled to control his surging desires, took several deep breaths, and then released the person in his arms.
He didn't even dare to look Su Qingci in the eye, and awkwardly pulled something out of his pocket and stuffed it into her hand.
"Here you go. I... I'm going back now."
After saying that, he opened the door, bowed, and strode away.
"Oh, hey, bringing glory to the ancestors!"
Su Qingci chased after him to the door, only to see him running towards the shower room at the end of the road.
Looking down at what he was holding, he saw an orange-red notebook with the words "Promote increased production and conservation to accumulate funds for socialist public welfare" written at the top.
The bottom left corner features a large image of an ancient coin, while the words "Current Account Savings Passbook" are prominently displayed on the right.
Su Qingci smiled and opened the homepage. Inside, there were rows of squares. The first number under the "Deposit" square was 22 yuan, and the date was six years ago, which should have been when Song Jingzhou had just joined the army.
After that, I would deposit money at a fixed time every month, and the amount gradually increased from 22 to 33.8 yuan. Then I stopped for a few months and then all of it was withdrawn. Then I started to deposit large amounts irregularly, ranging from a little over 100 yuan to 300-800 yuan. The last deposit was made in the two days after I left Peach Blossom Town, and the amount was more than 3,600 yuan.
Su Qingci's gaze settled on the total amount on the last line, which was over 14,300.
This amount of money was nothing to the nouveau riche Su, but Song Jingzhou was definitely a millionaire in the 1970s.
At that time, ten thousand or so should be comparable to a multi-millionaire in later generations, right?
You could buy several courtyard houses in Kyoto with that kind of money, and you're buying this for yourself?
Su Qingci had previously suspected that Song Jingzhou was connected to the black market in Peach Blossom Town, and now it seems to be confirmed.
Regardless of the amount of money, handing over the savings account certainly pleased her.
Su Qingci flashed into the farm and entered the second bedroom. The bed was covered with glittering jade jewelry and gold nuggets of various sizes, which were casually scattered on the floor and bed.
She opened the bedside table, carefully placed the bankbook inside, and then went to the bathroom to dry her hair.
marry?
A sweet feeling welled up in Su Qingci's heart; it didn't seem so bad.
The washroom was unusually quiet late at night. By the time Song Jingzhou finished his handicrafts and came out, it was already past 1 a.m.
After standing at Su Qingci's door for a while, with the lights inside already off, Song Jingzhou lingered at the door for a long time before reluctantly heading towards his own room.
The next morning, Song Jingzhou got up early, went for a run, and came back carrying soup dumplings, fried dough sticks, and hot soy milk.
I checked the time; it was almost 9:30. Only then did I knock on the door of the room next door.
Su Qingci, with her hair in a mess, opened the door sleepily.
She said in a soft, cute voice, "Good morning, wishing you honor your ancestors!"
Song Jingzhou's heart melted; his adorable, innocent look made you want to squeeze it.
He reached out and gently smoothed the frizzy hair on her head, asking affectionately, "Have you had enough sleep?"
"How about we eat and then take a nap?"
Su Qingci sniffed the aroma in the air. "It smells so good. It's fried dough sticks and donuts, right? I'm not going to sleep anymore. Take your things to your room and wait for me. I'll wash up and change and then come over."
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