The Song family was very busy in the following days, each with their own things to do. Even Song's mother added baking desserts to her hobby.
She even had Song's father find someone to build a simple oven based on the design drawings given by Wen Ruan, and she was keen to try making all kinds of desserts.
However, it must be said that Song's mother is really not good at cooking, but she has quite a talent for making desserts.
As for Wen Ruan, needless to say, in addition to reviewing her studies every day, she is trying to conceive her first short story and is thinking about whether she can send it to the editor who replied to her last letter. After all, the Beijing newspaper has a dedicated publishing house, and it would be good if the editor-in-chief could help introduce her.
And so, Wen Ruan basically stayed in her room all day, except for meals, to study and conceive her novel.
Wen Ruan is like that; once she decides to do something, she easily enters a state of complete absorption and becomes extremely focused. However, when it comes to things outside of her focus, she easily becomes confused.
Song Yan has been coming home very late these past few days, and by the time he gets back, Wen Ruan is almost asleep, so the two of them don't communicate much.
Song's mother was somewhat worried about Wen Ruan's condition, but she didn't dare to disturb her. She even made a special trip to the Wen family to ask Wen's mother for advice.
Wen's mother said not to worry about her, that's just how she is, very focused on what she does, just like when she was studying for exams in school.
That evening, Song Yan returned home after working overtime and walked into the living room, only to find that his mother's lights were still on.
Song's mother told Song Yan about Wen Ruan's condition these past few days, telling him not to focus all his energy on work, but also to pay attention to his wife's condition.
Song Yan frowned, indicating his agreement.
The next day, Song Yan returned home early after work. After dinner, the family went back to their rooms.
Song Yan knew that Wen Ruan had been busy with her work recently, so he asked how it was going.
Wen Ruan snapped out of her reverie and said, "Some parts are still a bit awkward, and there are even some plot points that I don't know how to set up."
Song Yan listened patiently as she talked about the problems she was facing. He learned that Wen Ruan wanted to write an inspirational story about a lazy city youth who went to the countryside, experienced various hardships, and then had a change of heart. He worked with the local villagers to build a better life and led them to prosperity.
However, Wen Ruan had never been to the countryside and didn't know much about the lives of educated youth. Her understanding of their lives only came from the various historical novels she had read in her previous life.
Moreover, she didn't have any close classmates from her time as a sent-down youth, except for Li Min, of course.
Song Yan realized the problem, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I have time this weekend. If it's okay, I'll take you to stay at my uncle's house for a couple of days."
"His family lives in a village on the outskirts of Beijing. There are still quite a few educated youth in the village. You can go and observe them up close when the time comes."
Wen Ruan was pleasantly surprised. She was so happy that she jumped up, hugged Song Yan's waist, looked up at him, her big eyes curved into small crescents, and a smile spread across her face. As she smiled, she revealed two rows of snow-white teeth, which made her red lips look delicate and cute.
Song Yan looked down and saw Wen Ruan's slender, snow-white waist, which was revealed by her clothes being rolled up due to her excitement. His heart raced.
He didn't speak, his eyes lowered, staring intently at her, his breathing heavy, the darkness in his eyes churning, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Almost uncontrollably, he reached out and placed his hand on Wen Ruan's exposed waist, tracing its contours.
Feeling the silky texture of my palm, I thought, "So this is what it feels like," and sighed inwardly.
Wen Ruan felt Song Yan's touch, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to meet his deep gaze, but she did not push him away immediately.
She was startled awake when she felt Song Yan becoming increasingly inappropriate, his hand slid upwards, and she immediately stepped back, avoiding his touch.
Song Yan also came to his senses at this moment, his eyes filled with apology and regret, before he could even speak.
Wen Ruan turned around, climbed onto the bed, and covered herself with the blanket, indicating that she refused to speak.
She listened quietly to the sounds outside from under the covers. After a long while, it seemed that Song Yan opened the door and went out. Only then did she let out a long breath, thinking of the look of infatuation Song Yan had just given her. She felt both shy and a little smug.
But thinking about his actions just now, especially the lingering warmth of Song Yan's hand on her waist, she couldn't calm down for a long time.
It took Wen Ruan a long time to calm down, but Song Yan still hadn't returned, and she felt a little worried.
Hearing the door open suddenly, Wen Ruan quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Song Yan turned off the light, walked to the bedside, carefully lifted the blanket, lay down, and quietly looked at Wen Ruan for a long time in the darkness. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, slowly lowered his head, and gently kissed Wen Ruan's forehead. He sighed softly, "What am I going to do with you!"
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