81 Thin waist
◎This waist is not even as big as his palm◎
She felt that the atmosphere between them was a little strange.
Seeing her come back, they all looked at her. Shu Yao walked over, picked up the twelve-chopped firewood and took the beans that she had peeled last season and went into the kitchen.
She started busying herself in the kitchen. Twelve helped her light the fire and Ji Shijing washed the vegetables for her.
Perhaps because of the clear division of labor, this dinner was prepared exceptionally quickly. After the last dish of boiled pork slices was completed, Shu Yao looked at the colorful, fragrant and delicious dish and nodded with satisfaction.
Jiang He arrived just in time and helped serve the dishes.
Shu Yao made three dishes today: boiled pork slices, stewed pork feet with soybeans, and stir-fried edamame.
The four of them sat down together. Jiang He looked at the boiled pork slices and thought it was quite novel. She picked up a piece of pork and tasted it, her eyes immediately lighting up. The dish was spicy and delicious, just what she wanted. "Sister, can you teach me how to make this dish?"
Shu Yao: "Sure." Then he picked up another piece of meat with his chopsticks for her.
Ji Shijing ate in a very polite manner, while Twelve, who was sitting opposite him, ate in a rough and unrestrained manner. While everyone was still finishing their first bowl, he stood up and filled a full bowl.
After Shu Yao had eaten and drunk her fill, she slumped in her chair and didn't want to move.
Suddenly, Ji Shijing moved closer to her. She opened her eyes slightly and could see her surprised face in his pupils. He slowly leaned over, their noses touched, and the red hairband brushed across her cheek.
He raised his hand and gently removed the rice grains from the corner of her mouth.
His fingertips brushed against her lips, and Shu Yao shuddered.
Ji Shijing slowly straightened up and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of warm water.
Drinking a glass of water after meals has been Shu Yao's habit for many years.
Twelve was washing dishes in the kitchen. When Ji Shijing came in, the two looked at each other, then looked away indifferently and went about their business as if nothing had happened.
Jiang He chatted with Shu Yao for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, she said hello and went home. She was humming a song as she walked on the road. When she passed by a stream, she saw Ji Liang drawing water. Her eyes lit up and she hurriedly ran over with her skirt lifted up. Standing behind Ji Liang, she straightened her hair on both sides and then patted his shoulder gently.
Ji Liang turned his head and saw that it was her. He smiled and said, "Miss Jiang."
Jiang He went over to help him carry the water. Even though Ji Liang refused, she still didn't let go.
So the two of them walked home carrying a bucket of water.
The moonlight stretched their shadows very long. The person she loved was right next to her. Jiang He's heart was pounding all the way. She hoped that this road would be longer and longer so that she could stay with him longer.
She could smell the scent of ink coming from the person next to her, and her face turned red.
Just as she was secretly rejoicing, a cat jumped out from somewhere beside her, screamed fiercely, and rushed past her.
Jiang He was startled, her feet slipped, and she fell backwards unexpectedly. There was a big rock behind her. If her head hit it, it would be terrible. Ji Liang didn't care about the bucket in his hand, nor did he care about the difference between men and women, and directly reached out to pull her.
The bucket was thrown on the ground, and the water inside flowed out, soaking the clothes of both people.
Jiang He quietly tightened her grip on the hand that was holding hers.
After Ji Liang pulled her up, he immediately kept his distance from her: "Miss Jiang, are you okay?"
Jiang He felt the remaining warmth in his hand, her face turned redder and her heartbeat quickened. She looked down at her toes, took a few deep breaths, mustered up the courage to look directly into Ji Liang's eyes, and said seriously, "Mr. Ji, I like you."
She no longer hid her feelings. She wanted him to know and to show her love to him clearly.
If he also likes her, then they will join hands to fight against the world, but if he doesn't like her, she...she...
As soon as she finished speaking, she became uneasy, especially when she saw Ji Liang's increasingly gloomy face. She clenched her hands, and her palms were wet.
After a long while, Ji Liang sighed softly, seeming somewhat helpless. He said to Jiang He earnestly, "Miss Jiang, Ji already has a lover."
Jiang He was stunned when these words came out, and her expression gradually became gloomy. After a long time, she raised her head and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying. She smiled and then burst into tears. The words she had mustered up all her courage to say were shattered at this moment, but she still asked desperately, "Who is she?"
Ji Liang: "I'm from the capital."
"Miss Jiang, there is a ten-year age gap between you and me, so it's absolutely impossible. You are straightforward and kind, and you deserve a better husband. And I already have someone I love, and I will never marry anyone else in this life."
Seeing her so sad, Ji Liang suddenly felt a little sorry for her.
Jiang He's face was covered with tears. She sniffed, looked at Ji Liang deeply, then covered her face and ran away.
Ji Liang stood there and sighed helplessly.
Jiang He returned home and locked himself in the house.
Qin E noticed that her daughter was in a bad mood. She was afraid that something might happen, so she hurriedly knocked on the door: "He'er, what's wrong with you? Open the door."
Jiang He lay on the bed, covered her mouth with the quilt, and burst into sobs. A year's secret love disappeared at this moment, but she still couldn't let go.
Ji Liang was the first person she truly liked and the one she fell in love with at the dawn of her life. How could she let him go?
Her crying became louder and louder, and the quilt was wet.
When Qin E heard her daughter crying, she was so anxious that she turned around and around outside the door. No matter how she persuaded Jiang He, he just refused to open the door. She was so anxious that she was dying.
Fortunately, Jiang Fu came back with the wine at this time. He kicked the door open and Qin E hurried to Jiang He.
Jiang He's shoulders were shaking and she was crying breathlessly.
Qin E was heartbroken. She hugged her shoulders and kept saying "ouch" in her mouth: "What's wrong with you? Can you tell your mother?"
Jiang He threw herself into her arms, her little face flushed from crying. She said nothing, just sobbed.
Qin E didn't force her. She gently brushed the messy hair off her face and just hugged her.
Jiang He fell asleep while crying, with tear marks all over her face.
Qin E wiped her face with a handkerchief, tidied the quilt for her, and then quietly retreated.
Jiang Fu, who was sitting on the steps, also looked anxious. When he saw her come out, he quickly stood up and asked, "What's wrong? What happened to He'er that made her so sad?"
She shook her head: "Old man, go to bed early. You still have to sell wine tomorrow."
Jiang Fu didn't say anything. He glanced at Jiang He's closed door, his eyes full of heartache.
…
Early the next morning, Shu Yao came to Jiang Fu's house with a basket of eggs: "Uncle, these eggs are fresh. I'm here to give you a few."
Seeing that Jiang Fu looked unhappy, she asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Fu put the eggs aside and pointed at Jiang He's room. "That girl was acting strangely after she came back yesterday. She cried in her room for half the night. By the way, was there anything wrong with her when she came to your place for dinner yesterday?"
Shu Yao said "Huh?", obviously confused: "She was fine when she was having dinner at my place."
Jiang Fu scratched his head: "That's strange."
Shu Yao comforted him: "It's okay, I'll go and ask what's going on."
Jiang Fu nodded: "Go ahead."
Qin E had just come out of Jiang He's room, her face full of sorrow. When she saw Shu Yao, she simply greeted her.
When Shu Yao entered the room, she saw Jiang He leaning against the bed in a daze, his eyes empty and red, and he looked lifeless. When he saw her come in, he just moved his eyes.
Shu Yao felt distressed when she saw her like this. She walked over, held her hand, and helped her tuck her hair behind her ears: "What happened to our Xiao He?"
Jiang He said nothing.
Shu Yao guessed: "Maybe it has something to do with Ji Liang."
When she heard the name, Jiang He finally reacted. Her eyes became redder and redder, her mouth pursed, and she started crying again, pouring out all her grievances at this moment.
Shu Yao patted her back and stayed with her quietly.
Only after she had finished crying did Shu Yao ask her what had happened.
Shu Yao was the one who knew her secret, so Jiang He told her everything that happened last night: "Sister, am I being too self-indulgent?"
Shu Yao helped her wipe away her tears and said softly, "Xiao He, can we forget about him?"
"I can't forget it."
"But he doesn't have you in his eyes." Shu Yao said to her seriously.
She could tell when they were together that Ji Liang had no romantic feelings for Jiang He, but at that time Jiang He was in high spirits and she didn't want to pour cold water on her.
After hearing what Shu Yao said, Jiang He shook his head and murmured, "That's not the case."
Shu Yao comforted her: "Our Xiao He is such a good girl, she will definitely find a better husband in the future."
Jiang He was stunned and didn't say anything.
Seeing her like this, Shu Yao felt a little annoyed and thought that she had spoken too harshly.
After that day, Jiang He had a high fever for several days. After the fever subsided, she returned to her usual self. When she met Ji Liang by chance, she just nodded lightly when she saw him, and there was no emotion in her eyes as before.
But the calmer she was, the more worried Shu Yao became. She held Shu Yao's hand and said with a smile, "Sister, I've let it go."
Shu Yao was half-believing and half-doubting.
…
That day, Shu Yao saw that the weather was good and prepared to go up the mountain to check on the crops. She took the hoe and bucket and was about to go up the mountain when Twelve tactfully took the things from her hands.
The two of them walked up the mountain, one in front and the other behind. Twelve's back was broad, and he walked in front, completely blocking her view.
Suddenly, he stopped and Shu Yao was caught off guard and bumped into his thick back. His muscles were as hard as city walls. She rubbed her aching forehead and cried out in pain.
Twelve turned around, put down what he was holding, and leaned over to check on her. He saw a red spot on the right side of Shu Yao's forehead.
Puzzlement flashed in his eyes. How could a girl from the Central Plains be so delicate and tender? How could she turn red after just one bump?
He looked around at the surrounding slopes, then pulled up a "weed", removed the leaves first, and then smashed the roots with stones until juice appeared. He applied the crushed roots to the red and swollen area of Shuyao.
Shu Yao exhaled a breath of cool air.
His movements were not very gentle, and coupled with the calluses on his fingertips, he caused waves of pain in her swollen area.
Before she could say anything, he withdrew his hand, picked up the things on the ground and walked forward. Shu Yao quickly walked around in front of him: "There are several roads here, I will lead the way."
Twelve followed her silently, staring at her slender waist. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to measure it from behind. Her waist was not even as big as his palm.
Women from the Central Plains are too petite.
When Shu Yao arrived at the field, the seeds she had planted a few days ago had begun to sprout and quietly broke through the soil. She looked at these seedlings with joy, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
A villager nearby greeted her: "Yao girl, you haven't watered your land yet, right? The weather is getting hotter, remember to water it, otherwise these crops will die of drought sooner or later."
Shu Yao: "I understand."
She turned around and was about to get a bucket to fetch water, but she saw Twelve had already walked away with the bucket.
She shrugged. Not only was Twelve a perceptive man, he was also a good worker.
A villager who was hoeing the fields nearby sat down on the edge of the field to rest. He chatted with Shu Yao casually, but his eyes were looking at the man who was drawing water not far away. He asked jokingly, "Yao girl, are you attracted to this man?"
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