Fu Qingqing ran back home, jumping and skipping like a little sparrow that had just stolen some candy.
The Fu family now lived in one of the last houses in a row of adobe houses that the farm had given to them, the "downgraded personnel." With a low door lintel and windows covered with old newspapers, the room was dimly lit.
At the low table in the middle of the yard, Dong Yulan, her cousin, was talking to her father Fu Jianguo. On the table were the uncollected breakfast dishes - a few half-eaten cornmeal steamed buns and a small dish of pickles.
"This girl is so reckless!" Dong Yulan heard the noise and looked up to see her daughter rushing in like a gust of wind, her breathing a little uneven. She scolded, "Where have you been so early in the morning? You didn't even eat your breakfast properly!"
Fu Qingqing chuckled, ran to the table, picked up a cold cornmeal steamed bun, took a bite, and asked vaguely, "Mom, where's my brother?"
Dong Yulan shook her head helplessly and pointed to the smaller room next door. "Your brother is changing his clothes in the room, getting ready to go to work. Go to the stove and get your porridge. It's not good for your stomach if it gets cold."
"I know!" Fu Qingqing responded, her eyes rolling around, not caring about breakfast at all, she turned around and ran towards Fu Zhewei's room.
Fu Zhewei's room was small, containing only a hard bed and an old, peeling wooden box—their entire possessions. The walls were a mottled earthy color, covered with a few sheets of old newspaper, barely enough to qualify as decoration.
He had just put on his gray-white work jacket, which was washed to a pale color but clean and tidy, and buttoned the chest buttons neatly.
The eighteen-year-old boy was already tall, with broad shoulders, a thin waist and fair skin, but there was always a melancholy and coldness between his eyebrows that was inconsistent with his age.
I had just put on my coat and before I could button it, I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye that the curtain at the door was opened a little.
When I turned around, I met my sister's big, round eyes.
Fu Qingqing was clinging to the door frame when the cat sneaked half of its head in from outside the door. As soon as its eyes met his, it immediately grinned, revealing a row of neat little white teeth. It smiled like a kitten that had just eaten some fish, and its eyes curved into crescents.
Fu Zhawei didn't even raise his eyebrows. He slowly buttoned his coat and spoke calmly with a level voice:
"Have the gloves been delivered?"
His voice was deep and had the distinct sharpness that only teenagers have, yet it was so steady that he didn't sound like an eighteen-year-old.
"Yeah!" Fu Qingqing nodded, and immediately put away her sneaky look. She took a few steps and rubbed in front of him, saying in a sweet tone, "I sent it over! Sister Xiaoxue accepted it. She even smiled at me and said she liked it very much!"
Fu Zhawei nodded almost imperceptibly and fastened the last button.
That's good.
The newly arrived educated youth mostly spent the first few days pulling weeds or picking up stones on the ridges of the fields.
Only after the body has adapted to the intensity of the work here can they be assigned to do heavy work such as plowing and transplanting rice seedlings.
The soil in Heilongjiang Province is hard and the weeds are tough. Without a pair of sturdy and wear-resistant work gloves, your hands, which have obviously never done rough work, will probably be covered with blisters in a few days.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Qingqing.
The little girl stood at the door, playing with the ends of her braids, but did not move. Her bright eyes were still staring at him, full of excitement as if saying, "I have something to say, I have a lot to say."
Fu Zhawei raised his eyes and glanced at his sister calmly. He saw through her little thoughts but remained calm: "Why don't you go out for dinner?"
"Brother!" Fu Qingqing couldn't hold it in any longer. She took two steps forward, lowered her voice, and had a mysterious expression, like an underground messenger making a connection:
"I tell you, I have good news and bad news for you—"
She paused, deliberately keeping the question in suspense, and emphasized, "They're all about Sister Xiaoxue! Which one do you want to hear first?"
About Lin Jianxue?
Good news and bad news?
Fu Zhawei's gaze fell on Fu Qingqing's mysterious little face. Deep in his eyes, a barely perceptible ripple quickly passed by, and then he returned to his usual indifference.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the cuffs he had just fixed, and said calmly, "What's the bad news?"
Listen to the bad stuff first.
He has always been like this.
Fu Qingqing's eyes rolled around, seemingly not surprised by her brother's choice. She cleared her throat and deliberately stretched out her voice: "The bad news is—"
"Sister Xiaoxue fights...she's super good!"
She gestured, "She's quite strong! You didn't see it, she just... 'Pah!' She slapped that talkative female educated youth to the ground!"
She imitated Lin Jianxue's slapping movements, waving her little hands vigorously.
"Really?! Just one slap! The woman fell straight to the ground and didn't get up for a long time! Afterwards, Sister Xiaoxue even grabbed her by the neck, and that look in her eyes...tsk tsk, it was terrifying!"
The little girl became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she had personally participated in a battle. Finally, she patted Fu Zhewei's arm seriously and warned him earnestly:
"So, brother, from now on... if you two are together, you must never make Sister Xiaoxue angry! Otherwise, be careful that she will slap you in the face, 'Pah'—she'll smack you to the ground and you won't be able to get off!"
Fu Zhewei: “………………”
He raised his eyes and looked at his sister expressionlessly.
This guy...
What the hell are you talking about?!
What does "if you are together in the future" mean?
He originally thought that she had really heard some unfavorable news about Lin Jianxue, or had encountered some trouble.
I didn’t think about it, and after holding it in for a long time, I just said this...bullshit.
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