Dong Yulan was bending over to place dishes on the table.
Hearing his daughter's footsteps, he subconsciously looked back.
The next second, she froze.
My daughter was wearing a light yellow floral shirt and a khaki skirt, which looked much more beautiful than her previous gray and patched jackets.
The fresh and bright color that only Kyoto's rich girls can possess is particularly eye-catching in the dim and cramped adobe house.
Dong Yulan's fingertips trembled, but she quickly calmed down and smiled gently, "Look."
"It suits you perfectly."
Fu Qingqing was extremely happy, holding the hem of her skirt with both hands and shaking it, "Mom, I'll try it on today and wear it on my next birthday. Such a precious thing can't be ruined casually, it should be put away and preserved for later!"
Hearing her daughter's words, which she understood, Dong Yulan felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to say something, but she was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions, so she turned her back and pretended to serve the soup.
"Mom made some egg custard today. Please sit down first. I'll serve it right away..."
Dong Yulan walked into the kitchen with a bowl in hand. With her back to everyone, she could no longer contain her emotions.
圭圭 hoped that her child would grow up, but when that day finally came, she was not happy at all.
She wanted to do her utmost to protect her child, but reality forced them to secretly hide even their prettier skirts...
*
Fu Zhawei stood silently at the door, and only looked away after his sister ran away happily.
Lin Jianxue noticed his expression and couldn't help but turn her head to ask, "What's wrong?"
She turned her head and met Fu Zhawei's slightly complicated eyes.
He said in a low voice:
"Thank you for bringing new clothes to my sister. It's a big expense."
Lin Jianxue shook her head. "Nothing. Qingqing likes it."
He was silent for a moment, then added:
“I’d better not buy it in the future.”
Lin Jianxue was slightly stunned.
The smile in his eyes also faded a little.
Fu Zhewei looked at her with a rare serious expression.
"In the village, we can't wear clothes with bright colors."
“Keep a low profile.”
"It's a waste of money to spend it, isn't it?"
Lin Jianxue's heart seemed to be gently hit.
She knew that he was telling the truth.
Given the Fu family’s current status, any high profile they display could bring about unwarranted disaster.
Lin Jianxue nodded and said softly, "I know."
She looked at him with clear eyes: "However, the money given to Qingqinghua will not be wasted."
Fu Zhewei was slightly stunned.
The girl's eyes were so pure, like a clear spring, reflecting his shadow dimly.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
In the end, only a low and hoarse voice remained, as if squeezed out from the depths of the throat.
“Let’s eat.
*
After dinner, the night deepened.
"Hot water, wash your face and feet." He said concisely and placed the wooden basin at Lin Jianxue's feet.
Under the dim kerosene lamp, his profile was thin and sharp, with a silent tenderness.
Lin Jianxue thanked him softly: "Thank you."
She stood at the door of her small adobe house, and Fu Zhawei was standing a few steps away.
The moonlight was dim, casting long shadows on the two of them.
"Good night." Lin Jianxue looked at him and said softly.
He also looked at her, his voice even quieter than the night.
"good evening."
*
Lying on the creaking wooden bed, Lin Jianxue opened her eyes and looked at the simple ceiling made of thatch and wooden beams above her head.
The Fu family's life was much more difficult than she had imagined.
Qingqing didn't even dare to wear a new piece of clothing openly.
She felt depressed, as if a stone was pressing on her.
She would have to be nicer to them in the future.
Must be more.
With this thought in mind, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
*
Early the next morning.
The crowing of roosters woke up the sleeping village.
After having a simple breakfast, Fu Zhewei did not prepare to go out as usual.
He changed into an old shirt that was washed to a pale color, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong tones.
She said to Dong Yulan, who was clearing the dishes, "Mom, I'm not going to work this morning. I'm going to go with Jianxue to Carpenter Wang to buy some furniture."
Dong Yulan nodded and said gently, "Go ahead, Tuo. Be careful on the road."
Carpenter Wang lives at the head of the village, some distance away from the Fu family.
The dirt road was bumpy, especially after it rained a few days ago, and some places were still slippery and muddy.
The two walked one in front and the other behind. Fu Zhawei deliberately slowed down his pace to match Lin Jianxue's speed.
After walking for nearly half an hour, I finally saw a yard with a simple wooden sign hanging on it in the distance.
There was a "ding-dong" sound in the yard.
Carpenter Wang is not at home today. It is said that he was invited by the neighboring village to help build a house.
The person who came out to greet them was Carpenter Wang's son, a young man in his early teens named Wang Defu, with dark skin and calluses on his hands.
"Are you looking for my dad?" Wang Defu put down the work in his hands and patted the wood chips off his body.
Fu Zhewei said: "We are here to make furniture."
Wang Defu's eyes lit up and he became enthusiastic: "Oh! Furniture, please come in, my father is out, I can make the decision."
He led the two into the yard and took out a small box and a pencil stub.
"What do you want to fight? Tell me."
Lin Jianxue said: "A desk and two wardrobes."
Wang Defu scribbled on his desk, "A desk, two wardrobes...inches? Any requirements?"
Lin Jianxue said: "Just an ordinary size will do, something sturdy and durable."
As she spoke, she looked at the few pieces of furniture that had already been made in the yard.
In the corner of the yard, there were some ready-made tables and chairs, as well as two beds, one that looked like a double bed, and the other smaller, a single bed.
The color of the wood is still new, and it exudes a faint smell of tung oil.
Lin Jianxue's eyes lit up slightly, and she pointed at the furniture and asked Wang Defu, "Are you selling these tables, chairs, and beds?"
Wang Defu looked in the direction she pointed, scratched his head, and said somewhat uncomfortably, "These...what a coincidence."
"This was ordered by a family planning to get married, but the wedding fell through two days ago. The bride returned the betrothal gifts, and they no longer want the furniture."
"They said they'd let us handle it and they don't want the deposit. If you like it, I'll deduct the deposit and sell it to you at a lower price."
When Lin Jianxue heard this, her eyes lit up instantly.
Is there such a thing?
This is like a pillow brought to you when you are sleepy.
She immediately decided: "That's too much! I want this table, those two stools, and those two armchairs."
She pointed at the two beds again: "And that double bed and that single bed, I want them too!"
Wang Defu was surprised by her straightforwardness, and the pencil in his hand paused.
He looked up in surprise, his eyes shifting between Lin Jianxue and Fu Zhawei who had been silent beside him.
This girl looked quiet, but she was very decisive when buying things.
Moreover, there are tables and chairs, as well as double and single beds...
Wang Defu's eyes lit up with understanding, and he asked with a smile, "Are you...getting married? Are you here to pick out furniture?"
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