"Mom, I'm back—"
The sound stopped when it saw someone sitting in the room.
"Zhawei is back." Dong Yulan stood up almost subconsciously and walked towards the door.
Fu Zhawei's tall figure appeared at the low door frame. He was still wearing the old gray-blue jacket that had been washed a little pale, but now his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong and muscular forearms with some mud spots on them.
There were still traces of sweat on his forehead and neck, and it was obvious that he had just returned from digging or some heavy work. He smelled of a mixture of dirt and sweat.
When his eyes fell on the woman sitting opposite his mother in the yard, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Lin Jianxue...why is she here?
He asked subconsciously: "Why are you here?"
As soon as he said this, Fu Zhewei frowned slightly.
He felt that his question was too blunt, too direct, as if... as if he was chasing her away, or in other words, not welcoming her.
A trace of regret welled up in my heart.
Lin Jianxue had already stood up, with her usual gentle and light smile on her face. She met Fu Zhawei's gaze and gently called his name:
"Fu Zhewei, when we parted at the village entrance at noon, didn't I tell you that I would come to visit Aunt Dong in the afternoon?"
"Oh..." Fu Zhawei was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
He remembered that she had indeed mentioned it at noon.
He originally thought that she was just being polite, but he didn't expect that she really came to see his mother.
The smell on my body is really not pleasant, especially in front of such a clean and beautiful girl.
Fu Zhawei felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Lin Jianxue smiled faintly, as if she didn't notice his embarrassment, and took out a plump white meat bun from the bamboo basket.
She stood up and walked in front of Fu Zhewei.
"Tired? It's still hot, fresh out of the pot."
She raised the bun in her hand and put it to his lips, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "Open your mouth."
Fu Zhewei was stunned.
The brain seemed to have stopped thinking, and the body had already reacted.
He subconsciously opened his mouth slightly.
The soft buns were gently stuffed in.
"Is it delicious?" Lin Jianxue looked up at him with a smile.
Fu Zhewei's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded subconsciously.
Seeing him nod, Lin Jianxue's smile deepened, with a hint of excitement and satisfaction.
"I think it's delicious, too." She said cheerfully, "If you like it, I'll make more meat buns for you in the future."
after……
These two words fell gently on Fu Zhewei's heart, like a feather brushing past, causing a slight itch and throbbing.
He looked at her bright smiling face and was a little dazed for a moment.
Dong Yulan looked at the scene in front of her with mixed feelings.
How could a mother not see what her son was thinking?
only……
She glanced at Lin Jianxue, then looked at her son's appearance, and sighed softly.
"Hey," Dong Yulan said at the right moment, "There's hot water on the stove. You're covered in mud. Why don't you wash up first?"
"Yes!" Fu Zhewei responded almost immediately.
He really needed to wash up. He himself was disgusted by the smell of sweat and dirt, and he didn't want to bother Lin Jianxue.
After he finished answering, his eyes involuntarily turned to look at Lin Jianxue again, and his voice lowered a few degrees: "I... need to take a shower. Are you... leaving?"
Lin Jianxue looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and pretended to be in deep thought.
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