Mengmeng was so excited when she saw Yangyang that she wanted to hug him. "Yangyang, that's great! My mom said you were taken away by a bad witch. I thought you were going to be sold by the bad witch."
Yangyang took a step back to avoid Mengmeng, stuffed the bowl into her arms, and turned away.
The whole set of movements was so smooth and flowing, not at all like a three-year-old boy.
Jiang Shiyue grumbled in frustration, "Straight man! He'll be a bachelor even when he grows up!"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
What does "iron straight man" mean?
Yangyang turned the corner and didn't seem surprised that Jiang Shiyue was peeking here. He walked home on his own.
Jiang Shiyue let go of Chen Shanhe and touched Yangyang's head, "Boy, you can do it!"
Chen Shanhe lowered his head, inexplicably feeling that his hands were empty.
The family of three continued to eat after returning home.
Chen Shanhe gave the rice to Yangyang, placed the meat and vegetables in the middle of the table, and invited Jiang Shiyue, "Thank you! If you don't mind, let's eat together?!"
Jiang Shiyue nodded and didn't hesitate. She had bought a lot of food so this meal wouldn't be a big deal.
Chen Shanhe inexplicably felt that the beer Jiang Shiyue brought back was a little sweet. He took a sip of the beer and his eyes gradually warmed up.
From the moment he saved Jiang Shiyue until now, he felt for the first time the warmth that a small home should have.
After dinner, Jiang Shiyue asked Chen Shanhe, "Can you lend me a scale?"
She was very self-aware. Given her popularity in the compound, she definitely wouldn't be able to borrow it. Even if she did, she wouldn't use it.
The family compound used to use a beam scale, the kind with a weight, but the beam didn't have the usual Arabic numerals, and there were also distinctions between jin and kilograms, which she didn't recognize.
"What are you going to call it?"
Jiang Shiyue pointed to the large piece of pork belly in the bamboo basket, which was mostly white and less red. "Weigh the meat."
Chen Shanhe raised his eyebrows, a look of doubt written on his face.
Jiang Shiyue sighed softly, "Don't I have to return the things? If I want to apologize, shouldn't I give some 'gift' first?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
His eyes became complicated again.
He specifically asked the sentry on duty that day, and he knew that Jiang Shiyue rode her bicycle into the stinking ditch as soon as she left the house, and never left his sight.
Can a person change so much just by falling?
It is said that it is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature.
How could one fall so hard that the way he behaves and even his handwriting changes so drastically?!
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Chen Shanhe came back on the pretext of something, and Jiang Shiyue was putting a piece of paper into his pocket. There was also a pen on the table, which seemed a little familiar.
Jiang Shiyue noticed Chen Shanhe's gaze and explained uncomfortably: "Sorry, I forgot to buy a pen, so I borrowed your pen without asking."
Chen Shanhe shook his head to indicate that it was okay. Under Jiang Shiyue's instruction, he divided the pork belly into seven portions of different sizes.
The family that returned the iron pot was to receive half a pound of pork. Four families were to return the bottles and shovels, and each family was to give two ounces, totaling eight ounces. Da Liu's bicycle was the most valuable, so Jiang Siyue decided to give two pounds as an apology, and keep the remaining one pound and seven ounces of pork for herself.
The temperature in the mountains changes three times a day. It is so hot at noon that you have to wear short sleeves, and so cold in the morning and evening that you have to wear a coat.
Jiang Shiyue came out from the inner room after changing clothes, and Chen Shanhe had just carried the sleeping Yangyang to the bed.
After all, Yangyang was only three years old. He was so tired after following Jiang Shiyue all day that he fell asleep before his usual bedtime.
Chen Shanhe heard the noise and turned to Jiang Shiyue and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go with you."
It was Jiang Shiyue's turn to be flattered.
The original owner had no good intentions in this marriage, and Chen Shanhe didn't really like her. Going in and out together was unlikely to happen between the two of them.
Chen Shanhe glanced at the surprise on Jiang Shiyue's face and immediately felt a little regretful, but it was difficult to take back what had been said.
The reason he wanted to follow Jiang Shiyue was simply because he hoped that the families of the victims would not make things difficult for her for his sake.
As for why he had such an idea, Chen Shanhe didn't think about it carefully. He thought it was to repay her for the wine!
The first victim Jiang Shiyue visited to apologize and return something was Mengmeng's family. The original owner had stolen a glass bottle of soy sauce from them.
It was Mengmeng's father, Instructor Xu, who opened the door. Seeing Chen Shanhe, he came to greet him at home, "Why are you here? It's perfect, let's have a drink."
Chen Shanhe shook his head and moved aside to make way for Jiang Shiyue.
Instructor Xu frowned.
Jiang Shiyue held a dirty soy sauce bottle in one hand and two ounces of pork tied with paper string in the other, and apologized: "I believed the slander before and stole things from your house. I'm sorry."
As he spoke, he bent down and bowed.
Instructor Xu took a breath and looked at Chen Shanhe with a questioning look: What is going on?
Chen Shanhe pretended not to see it.
"Old Xu, who is this?" Mengmeng's mother poked her head out from behind Instructor Xu. Her face froze for a moment, then she forced a smile and said, "Is it Aunt Shiyue? You're so polite. It's just a bottle, and you've come all the way to her house. We're neighbors, it's okay."
Instructor Xu glanced at Chen Shanhe, took the soy sauce bottle, and waved his hand. "That's right, we're just neighbors. It's no big deal. Let's move on."
Jiang Shiyue stuffed the meat into Instructor Xu's hands and said, "Anyway, I'm sorry for causing you all trouble. This is a small gift from me. Please accept it."
Mengmeng's mother and Instructor Xu looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Instructor Xu stared at the backs of Jiang Shiyue and Chen Shanhe as they left, unable to recover for a long time. He asked his wife uncertainly, "Mengmeng's mother, is she Jiang Shiyue? Am I dreaming?!"
Mengmeng's mother was also surprised and puzzled. She looked down at the two ounces of pork in her hand and sighed, "I wish it wasn't her! It's a pity that even ghosts wouldn't dare to come to our compound! It's full of masculine energy."
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