Wild kiwi fruit

Unable to persuade Ji Weiqing, Song Shixia could only ask his father and brother to drink less.

Song's mother advised, "If your father is happy today, let him drink. He can't drink more than twice a year."

Song Shixia supported her head with one hand: "Mom, how did you know my dad was happy?" How could you tell he was happy when he had no expression on his face?

"How can your father not be happy that you came back today? He is a man who keeps things to himself. Even though he looks so serious all day long, I have been married to him for so many years and he can't tell?"

The father tried to defend himself by saying, "Nonsense... You are talking nonsense. What truth are you talking about?"

Song Shixia couldn't help laughing: "I noticed it too, he is indeed happy."

After Song Dongdong finished eating the elbow, he carefully approached his sister.

There were long benches in the house. Song Shixia and Ji Weiqing sat on the same bench, with Song's father and mother sitting on Ji Weiqing's right, Song Dongdong on Song Shixia's left, and Song Qiu Sheng sitting opposite him.

"Sister, is he good to you?"

Song Shixia tapped him lightly on the forehead.

"If he wasn't nice to me, why would he buy you such expensive clothes? Don't worry so much, little brat. Can you get into college and give your sister some face?"

Song Dongdong said awkwardly, "I took away your place in school and caused you to get married. If I had done well in the exam, you would have been even more upset. I thought it would be better for me to work as a laborer on a construction site after finishing junior high school. I could earn 30 yuan a month, and then I would give you half of it every month."

Song Shixia had mixed feelings.

The original body was neither good nor bad to her brother. She was not good because she felt it was unfair to take care of her brother since he was young, but she also avoided working in the fields because of taking care of her brother. She must have feelings for her brother because she was with him every day, but the original body loved herself more.

She guessed that the original body might have quarreled with his parents and was heard by Song Dongdong, so he felt guilty. The original body always felt that his family favored boys over girls, but the actual situation was that the eldest sister and Song Qiusheng both said that they would raise money to send their younger brothers and sisters to school together.

But the original person was stubborn and thought that her family had to compromise with her out of helplessness, and she became obsessed with it and resented her family.

"Stupid, you study for yourself, not for others. If you get into college, we are the proud family. If you fail, others will laugh at you. You can see that I am doing well now. If I want to go to school, there are plenty of ways to take the college entrance examination. As long as I am still enrolled, I can go back to school. Do you think you can bear to move bricks with your small body?"

Song Dongdong was scolded so much that he hung his head in dejection.

"I'm not criticizing you. I'm just telling you to study for your own advancement. Studying makes you wise. Did I tell you that he is a university teacher? I didn't take the college entrance exam, but I lived in a university and was influenced by knowledge. I don't regret it."

Song Dongdong's reaction changed from disappointment to surprise: "He's a college teacher, so he must be awesome!" Anyone who can teach college students must be better than the college students.

"Yes, that's why I asked you to study hard to save face for our family. It's impossible for a student to not be able to graduate, right?"

Song Dongdong was inspired to fight: "Which school does he teach at? I want to apply to the school where he works. If he dares to bully you, I will still support you."

Song Shixia didn't really want to dampen his enthusiasm, but this goal was indeed a bit far-fetched.

"Your brother-in-law teaches at Yenching University. You should work hard to become his student."

Song Dongdong opened his mouth and took a long time to get out a word.

"Yanjing...Yanjing University."

Song Shixia pretended not to notice his embarrassment.

"Yes, Yenching University. The campus is huge. You are welcome to apply."

The smile on Song Dongdong's face was uglier than crying.

"Sister, please forgive me. I think you are living a good life and you definitely don't need me to support you."

Song Shixia patted his shoulder and fed him chicken soup: "Comrade Song Dongdong, young people should be brave enough to fight. How do you know if you can do it if you don't try?"

Song's mother echoed: "Look, your sister has personally encouraged you, why don't you have any fighting spirit?"

Song Dongdong cried, "Mom, do you know what Yenching University is? Our teachers all graduated from technical secondary schools and then took the entrance exam to a normal university to teach us. You'd rather let me go to heaven than to take the entrance exam to Yenching University."

Song's mother was skeptical: "Is it really that difficult to pass the test?"

"If you don't believe me, go ask my second uncle. He listens to the radio every day and often goes to the county town. He must know Yenching University."

Mother Song looked at her daughter.

"Is your son-in-law really a teacher at Yenching University?"

"Yes, my brother stayed at my place for a few days. The yard is smaller than ours, and the house is a two-and-a-half-story Western-style building with a single door and a private residence."

Song's mother murmured to herself: "I didn't expect university teachers to be treated so well."

She looked at her youngest son again and said, "Look, your brother-in-law is so amazing. You should also work hard and listen to your sister."

Song Dongdong felt that he shouldn't have mentioned his brother-in-law. He must have a bad aura with his brother-in-law. He had a hard time getting into college, but they still wanted him to go to Yenching University. It would be better for him to dream now.

After Song Shixia and her mother finished their work in the kitchen, several people at the table finally fell down.

Song Qiu Sheng was lying on the table. His father was already fast asleep. Ji Weiqing was sitting there as if in a daze.

"Take Xiao Ji back to the house. Your brother and I will take your father and brother back to the house."

Song Shixia supported Ji Weiqing. Ji Weiqing's reaction was slow and a beat slower than usual. He looked at her with his head tilted.

"Can you move?"

Ji Weiqing shook his head obediently.

Song Shixia sighed, held his waist, let him put his weight on her, and supported him back to the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw that the four-piece bed set was a brand new red wedding character. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought it was a new wedding house.

Ji Weiqing had a well-proportioned figure, but it was still a bit strenuous for him to bear the full weight of his body. Song Shixia put him on the bed with great effort, helped him take off his shoes and covered him with a quilt.

"I'll bring in an empty basin so you don't feel sick and want to vomit later."

Ji Weiqing placed his hands on his abdomen, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

When Song Shixia came into the room with the washbasin, Ji Weiqing still maintained this posture.

She washed his face, put the spittoon in the corner, and went out with the basin to pour water.

Song's mother and Song Dongdong worked together to send her husband and son back to the room.

"How's the son-in-law?"

Song Shixia smiled and said, "He was lying there, in a daze. This is the first time I've seen him drunk."

Mother Song breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. The men in our Song family don't get crazy when they're drunk. They just lie down and sleep obediently."

Song Dongdong accidentally made eye contact with his sister and quickly said he was going to do his homework. He was afraid that his sister would mention asking him to take the entrance exam to Yanjing University again.

"You should take a break too. I heard you didn't get enough rest last night."

Song Shixia returned to the room and threw the quilt on Ji Weiqing aside.

She pulled the quilt over him and covered him again.

"You're so old, but you're still kicking the quilt."

"It's hot, I don't want to cover it."

Ji Weiqing looked at her with dissatisfaction, like a wronged young wife.

Song Shixia found it funny. When had she ever seen such a cute side of him?

She lay on the bed and looked him in the eye.

"Do you remember who you are?"

Ji Weiqing answered slowly: "I am drunk, not stupid."

"So what is 1+1?"

Ji Weiqing took three seconds to respond: "The theory of Goldbach's conjecture 1+1 is..."

Song Shixia covered his mouth: "Okay, okay, I know you're not drunk." This answer sounded like a ruthless intelligent AI.

Ji Weiqing looked at her innocently, as if she didn't understand why she didn't let him continue.

Song Shixia kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed and lay down beside him.

"Your eyelashes are so long, so thick, like a little fan." She had always wanted to say it, but never had the right time.

Ji Weiqing grabbed her hand and said, "Don't move your hands or feet."

Song Shixia laughed at him: "Why are you pretending to be serious when you are drunk? What can you do to me if I insist on doing something?"

Song Shixia tortured him so much that soon only the bottom two buttons of his shirt were left, and he managed to escape the disaster by tucking the hem of his shirt into his trousers.

The next second, the world was spinning and Ji Weiqing suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.

He warned, drunkenly, "Don't do anything... otherwise... you will bear the consequences."

Song Shixia looked hopeless, and the pressure on her was so heavy. She could hear his heartbeat like a drum and his increasingly heavy breathing. She raised her hands to push him, but she couldn't move him, so she could only pinch his face and pull it left and right.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

Ji Weiqing did not answer, but proved it with actions.

He kissed all the way from the forehead to the chin, kissing and licking like a puppy, and every time his kiss landed on the earlobe, it would cause numbness and shivers in the person under him.

She reached out and pushed him: "Get up." She didn't realize that her voice was full of coquettishness.

He held her hands and pressed them to her head.

Perhaps because he thought she was too noisy, his attack finally shifted to her lips.

Her lips were pried open by him skillfully, his kiss was hot and scorching, the smell of alcohol made her feel a little uncomfortable, he kissed her hard, biting her lips and sucking, his soft lips and tongue entangled with each other, inviting her to sink into it together.

All his proficiency was attributed to Song Shixia's generous teaching in the early days.

What does it mean to lift a rock and drop it on your own feet?

Song Shixia's body went limp, her lips were numbed by his sucking, and her fingertips slid down her clothes from her waist to her upper body. Her hands, which were restrained by him, had long been released, and she felt powerless all over, and could not help but hug his neck in response.

He kissed her again and again, looking focused and serious, as if he was conducting an academic research.

Song Shixia turned away shyly when he looked at her, and she was unwilling to admit defeat. How could he look like nothing happened when she was being teased to death?

She deliberately adjusted her breathing to prevent herself from gasping for breath when she opened her mouth.

"There's nothing prepared at home, so please be patient."

After hearing this, Ji Weiqing really did not take the next step. He hugged her tightly with his arms. He buried his head in her neck and rubbed her face aggrievedly. Song Shixia felt like a cat being sucked.

Tsk, this is called shooting oneself in the foot.

She reached out and stroked the back of his head, then kissed him.

It was already afternoon when he woke up from his nap. The noise in the yard gradually became louder, and Song Shixia finally closed his eyes.

Ji Weiqing sat on the bed after sobering up, feeling very upset. It seemed that he was fooled by his own drunken appearance.

Song Shixia sat up and asked the question even though she knew the answer.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Weiqing lowered his head and said, "My clothes are dirty."

His clothes were all wrinkled and he couldn't wear them out. As a person with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he wanted to get an iron to straighten his clothes.

Song Shixia tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

"Let's wait until my parents go to bed at night before washing."

Seeing that he was still uncomfortable, she finally stopped teasing him.

"There are our underwear in the backpack I brought. You can look through it yourself. I will borrow some clothes from my brother."

Ji Weiqing breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

Finally finding the clean clothes, he prepared to hide the dirty clothes.

Song Shixia shouted behind him: "Don't hide, I'll take you to the river to wash it off at night."

She wanted to reach out and put it in the bedside cabinet for him, but Ji Weiqing wouldn't let go.

Song Shixia stared at him: "You've touched everything you should and shouldn't touch, and you're still shy?"

His face was visibly flushed with red, and he turned away and handed her the underwear.

Song Shixia put on her clothes slowly, and her entire body from her neck to her shoulders and downwards was covered with ambiguous marks, which looked particularly horrifying on her fair skin.

It was not until he felt weight on his back and someone held his neck that Ji Weiqing turned his head.

“I can’t find my shoes.”

Ji Weiqing found a pair of white canvas shoes from under the bed and helped her put them on.

Song Shixia stretched her legs and pretended to complain casually: "My legs are so sore."

Ji Weiqing's whole face turned red, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened a little.

Song Shixia burst into laughter: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, you are so funny."

I don’t know what keyword this sentence triggered, Ji Weiqing left in a hurry, as if there were jackals, tigers and leopards behind him.

Song Shixia ran into her elder sister as soon as she left the room. She had short hair and walked briskly, and she looked capable and straightforward. She worked as a salesperson in the town supply and marketing cooperative.

Song Chunxia teased her: "You finally woke up. People who drank woke up earlier than you. How could you sleep so well?" She glanced at her sister's belly in an ambiguous way.

Song Shixia didn't get her sister's hint: "I just sat in the car for a whole day and night and didn't sleep well."

Song Chunxia rolled up her sleeves and said, "Mom has gone to the fields. Do you want to eat anything?"

"No, I plan to call Dongdong and Maodan to take a walk in the mountains." The mountain here is quite some distance away from the village.

"Okay, play outside for a while and don't go inside. There are wild kiwis and persimmons on the mountain recently. You can pick some."

Song Shixia took the two boys out together. Ji Wei was left at home after washing his hands and could only keep Song Qiu Sheng company.

The original ecological village is great, the air is fresh, but the road is too bad.

Maodan held a candy in his mouth and said, "Aunt, is it fun in a big city?"

"It's fun. You can see cars and buses on the roads in the city, and there are bicycles everywhere. It's very convenient."

Mao Dan's face showed longing: "It would be great if I could marry someone in the city, so I could see big cars every day."

Song Shixia was overjoyed: "You are a boy, boys can't get married, you have to marry a wife."

Maodan changed his words: "Then I will marry a city woman and live in the city."

Song Shixia asked him back: "Why? Do you still want to be a live-in son-in-law?"

Song Dongdong laughed at him: "You are such a loser. Why don't you work hard to be a city dweller? A live-in son-in-law has to listen to others. If you don't listen, you will be beaten and scolded and not given food."

Maodan shuddered: "Is it so pitiful to be a live-in son-in-law?"

"That's not true. A live-in son-in-law is just like a married woman. If the marriage is not good, he will cry every day."

Maodan asked curiously, "Teacher, will I be beaten and scolded if I become a live-in son-in-law?"

Song Dongdong said with disdain: "Are you talking about Teacher Wu? He is shameless."

He was so filled with righteous indignation that Song Shixia couldn't help but feel curious.

"Which Teacher Wu?"

"The teacher at Maodan's school, after becoming a live-in son-in-law and getting into college, he started looking down on his former wife and even changed his children's surname to his own. He didn't even think about it, because if it weren't for her support, he wouldn't have been able to afford to go to school!"

Song Shixia thought, it can't be such a coincidence, that it's his junior high school classmate who persuaded him to go to school?

"That's really too much, but why are you angry?"

Song Dongdong was very disappointed: "How can such a person with corrupt morals become a teacher!"

Song Shixia wanted to tell her brother that teachers who graduated from normal schools are very popular. As long as they have not committed any crime, they will at most be criticized by gossip. She also doesn't like such people, but what's the use? The children are in need of professional teachers.

"As for you, don't worry about it. This is someone else's family affair. Just take care of your studies. Even if he has bad morals, he is still a normal school student. It won't be too late to condemn him until you can be admitted to a normal university." As expected, as a young man, he can have such a strong sense of justice even for things that have nothing to do with him.

Song Dongdong pouted and Maodan kept his mouth shut.

As soon as Song Shixia went up the mountain, he found a wild kiwi tree with no one picking it.

"No one picked this one, come quickly."

Song Shixia picked one. The kiwi fruit was ripe and the outer skin could be peeled off with a light tear.

She took a bite and said, "So sweet!"

Song Dongdong and Maodan hurriedly picked a peeled apple and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Pah, pah, pah, so sour."

Maodan took a bite and said, "Oh, so sour."

Song Shixia was full of doubts: "No, they are so sweet to me, you guys should pick the soft ones to eat."

Song Dongdong picked another soft one and took a bite, his facial expression gradually distorted.

It wasn't sweet at all, nor was it that sour. He suspected that his sister had deliberately tricked them into eating it.

I was sanctioned by the censorship. I feel so wronged. I’ll just have to use my imagination to figure it out.