Chapter 263 Living Together
Along the way, Wei Yang was bothered by the wind, sand and dust on the bus. He carried a basin to the water room to fetch a basin of water and brought it back to his room. He also carried a tea bottle from his room to fill a pot with boiling water.
When he returned after finishing his work, he saw that Song Lubai was already asleep in bed.
That's perfect.
He carried the basin to the side behind the door, and where he couldn't be seen through the glass, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and began to wash himself with a towel.
Even though he spoke very softly, Song Lubai still heard the noise and opened her eyes.
His face turned wheat-colored a year after he came to Xinjiang Province, and his upper body was only slightly lighter than his face.
Wei Yang washed the towel carefully, keeping the sound of the water very low when wringing it out.
Just as Song Lubai was thinking that he was quite hygienic, Wei Yang, who seemed to notice her, turned his head and met her gaze.
When things got awkward, Song Lubai blinked and said, "You used my towel."
Wei Yang paused, holding the towel, and then said, "I'll get you a new one when we get back. I'll use this one from now on."
After wiping him down, he slowly put on his shirt, started washing the towel with soap, and asked, "Do you want to tidy up? I'll get you a basin of water, add some boiling water, it won't be cold."
Seeing that she still wanted to be lazy, Wei Yang said, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour. We'll go to the bazaar and buy some things to take back."
Song Lubai asked, "Will you be home by tomorrow?"
Wei Yang said, "It will probably be the day after tomorrow."
Song Lubai's sleepiness had vanished completely while she was observing him earlier. She got up, tidied herself up, and then put on her dirty clothes again.
After locking the door, the two went to the nearby bazaar together.
Dried fruit, felt, headscarves, roasted meat, ramen, pomegranates, goat milk, pretty stones, earthenware pots…
There are many stalls, and they sell a wide variety of goods.
A Uyghur man with a large beard is looking for a buyer while carrying a wild rabbit he has hunted.
Song Lubai wanted to buy it, but thought that if it didn't arrive until the day after tomorrow, the rabbit would have gone bad.
I had no choice but to give up.
The two ate at the bazaar and bought some rough felt and dried fruit to take home.
It was already past nine o'clock when we arrived at the military post.
There were still nearly two hours until it got dark.
Although the two of them didn't do any farm work, they were indeed quite tired.
Wei Yang spread a quilt he had received on the open ground and then lay down on it.
It was the first time the two of them had been alone in a room together. They were both a little uncomfortable when no one was talking in the room. But when they fell asleep, they were so asleep that they lost track of time.
In the middle of the night, Wei Yang felt a weight on his body, as if he had been attacked by an external force. He opened his eyes and got up, only to see that half of Song Lubai's blanket had fallen down and was pressing down on his legs.
Under the moonlight, Song Lubai's trouser legs were rolled up to her knees and pressed against the quilt, looking dazzlingly white.
He lay down and turned over, choosing to avoid seeing it altogether.
The next day, Song Lubai woke up at around 7 a.m. and found that the bedding below had disappeared and her luggage, except for toiletries, had been packed.
As she was tidying up, Wei Yang returned carrying steaming hot rice porridge and fried dough sticks.
The fried dough sticks are soft, crispy, and fragrant with oil.
“The Uyghur people will be celebrating the New Year in a few days. There are beef and mutton for sale in the bazaar recently. I’m going to buy some meat so we can eat it when we get married.”
Song Lubai said, "Lamb has too strong a smell, let's see if we can buy beef."
Wei Yang laughed and said, "You're just like my third sister. She can't even eat a bite of roasted mutton because she finds it too gamey."
The two chatted and ate, then checked out of the hotel and headed to the bus station with their luggage.
The vehicle was also a large truck without any cover. There were many people going to Baishui City, so after getting on the truck, everyone could only sit on their own luggage, and they were squeezed together so that their legs were almost touching.
There were too many people, so Song Lubai and Wei Yang sat back to back on their luggage.
Just when Song Lubai thought she would have to spend the night in the car again, the car arrived in Baishui City at nearly nine o'clock.
The parking area is not far from the military post, but not everyone is willing to spend money to stay at the military post.
Wei Yang carried luggage on his shoulder and held Song Lubai's hand with one hand.
The area was crowded and looked chaotic. Wei Yang was worried that Song Lubai wouldn't be able to keep up, so he took her hand and led her away without regard for the situation.
In this unfamiliar place, Song Lubai looked around while keeping up with Wei Yang's pace.
Upon arriving at the outpost, the two went into a room. Wei Yang said, "It's getting late, and we probably won't be able to catch the tractor. I'll go to the bazaar a few miles away to buy some things. You stay in the room and don't wander around."
After being crammed into the car all day, Song Lubai really didn't want to run anymore. She nodded and said, "Then be careful and come back soon."
He hummed in agreement and reached out to pinch her cheek, but Song Lubai, who had anticipated this, dodged it.
I don't know what's wrong with this person, but lately he keeps pinching her cheeks.
Seeing her dissatisfied look, Wei Yang laughed and said, "Eat more in the future, you don't have much fat on your face."
Song Lubai rolled her eyes. "It's better to be thin. Everyone else looks like a skinny monkey. If I get fat, won't people be watching what kind of food we cook every day?"
Wei Yang wanted to laugh, but what she said was indeed true.
Despite the fact that every place here is dirt poor, and some farms are so poor that they can't even pay wages, it doesn't stop people from using their willpower to carry out ideological movements, criticizing this and doing that.
It was only a few days before the Uyghur people celebrated the Chinese New Year, and there were indeed fresh lamb and beef for sale at the bazaar.
Beef costs 70 cents a pound, and mutton costs 56 cents a pound.
Wei Yang spent two yuan to buy four jin and eight liang of steak and five jin of beef.
It's hot, so I need to cook the ribs and meat as soon as I get home tomorrow, otherwise they'll definitely spoil.
Candy is essential for celebrations, and luckily, the stall had some for sale.
It was already dark when we returned to the military post in a donkey cart.
The mutton and beef were wrapped in sheepskin, and then wrapped in a layer of felt. Song Lubai was extremely surprised when she saw him carrying a large bag back.
Fearing the meat and bones would spoil, Wei Yang spread them out under the window.
Song Lubai sat cross-legged on the bed and asked, "Did you buy all the meat from that stall?"
Her family had never bought meat like this before, not even when she was a child.
What's wrong? Don't you want to live a good life? Such extravagance!
Wei Yang said, "It's easiest to buy beef and mutton recently. After the Uyghur New Year, it's not easy to buy meat in the farm. There are many people in my family, so this is not much meat. I'll cook all the meat when I get home tomorrow. I'll keep the meat for cold dishes. It won't have any smell when I cook, so it won't attract attention. I'll make steak on our wedding day. Others will know what's going on, but it won't cause any controversy."
Song Lubai had nothing to say.
You say he doesn't know how to manage money, yet he's already made all the plans; you say he does know how to manage money, yet this meat cost a lot of money.
Everyone needs some oil and fat in their stomach, and looking at this pile of beautifully colored meat and ribs, she praised, "Comrade Wei really knows how to manage a household."
Wei Yang glanced at her and said, "I can't sleep on the floor tonight. There's meat piled up underneath, so I can't sleep there."
Song Lubai patted the seat next to her and said calmly, "Come on up."
As Wei Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, Song Lubai added, "You sleep over there."
She'd been in the car for a few days, and her clothes smelled of sweat; how could she let him smell it?
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