Before she finished speaking, Song Yingwan reacted and was extremely embarrassed, "How is that possible? I just want to eat it."
Aunt Guihua said seriously: "Why is it impossible? You have been married for a while, so it's time for you to get married."
Song Yingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "We are still young and have no such plans at the moment."
Aunt Osmanthus Osmanthus looked at the slim figure in front of her, her bright eyes were good at discerning, and she didn't look too big, so she didn't try to persuade him.
Both of them are young and it would be nice to live a small life for a few years.
Then he said, "There are red mountains in the mountains. They should all be red now. You can see them when you go up from the west."
Song Yingwan nodded. No wonder she hadn't seen it before. Before, she always went up the mountain through a small road on the east side. It was close to the village and there were many people walking there.
"Okay, I understand. I'll bring you some to try when I'm done." Song Yingwan smiled.
Aunt Osmanthus didn't take it to heart. What's so delicious about a sour fruit?
"Let's go! Don't delay my cooking."
It's really late, and it's time to return with my thanks.
Song Yingwan said, "Then I'll go back first. I'll play with sister-in-law Hongying again when I have time!"
Auntie Osmanthus Osmanthus, "Go when you have free time."
When she got home, the door was open, and she saw Xie Ci chopping firewood in the yard at a glance. The firewood cut from the mountain was relatively thick, and she had to chop it into smaller pieces so that the fire could burn brightly.
"Where are you going?"
Song Yingwan was a little confused. She didn't even look up to thank her, and she walked very softly when she came in. How did he know?
"Huh?" Seeing that the person was still silent, Xie Ci raised his eyes and looked at her and asked again.
Song Yingwan came back to her senses and responded, "I went to Aunt Guihua's house to exchange for some eggs."
Xie Ci also noticed the basket on her arm at this time. He stood up and walked over to take it. He felt the amount inside and found that it shouldn't be much.
"I'm going to the commune the day after tomorrow to buy some more. Do you want to go?"
Then he added, “No more squeezing the donkey cart this time.”
Song Yingwan really hasn't experienced the newly bought bicycle. She didn't use it when she was in the village, and she didn't go to the commune during this period. In addition, the current bicycles are very tall and have a bar in the front, which makes riding very inconvenient. , Song Yingwan didn't have much interest in it, it was just a means of transportation.
She thought for a while and responded, "Okay, we shouldn't have to get up so early to go cycling, right?"
Thank you and smile lightly, "No, we will go after you wake up."
"Okay, I want to buy some more meat and marinate it before drying it. Then when the weather gets cold, I won't have to run outside."
"Okay, it's all up to you."
His voice was low and melodious, and he said these words with a hint of endearment, as if he was lightly scratching her heart. Song Yingwan couldn't help but feel a little red in her ears.
He paused for two seconds before speaking, "I, I want to go up to the mountain to pick some hawthorns tomorrow. Auntie Guihua said there are hawthorn trees on the mountain behind."
Xie Ci held the basket in one hand and led her to the main room to sit down with the other hand, and asked, "Are you alone?"
"I want to go with Tang Xiaotang and Yang Xue, but I don't know if they are available."
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her, "I'll go with you tomorrow. You have to carry things up and down, which is inconvenient for you girls."
Song Yingwan thought that picking hawthorns might require climbing a tree, and boys would definitely have an advantage over girls, so she nodded and said, "That's fine."
The girl's eyebrows were not painted with makeup, she sat in a cute posture, exuding a gentle and calm temperament. A few strands of hair fell down on the side of her face, adding a sense of laziness.
Xie Ci's heart moved slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and he asked again, "Is there anything else?"
Song Yingwan blinked and thought for a moment, "No more."
Xie Ci looked at her eyes as if they were filled with stars, and said softly, "The hug at noon was interrupted, can we continue now?"
Song Yingwan looked at him blankly, her heart tightening, her fingertips on her legs curled up slightly, and her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.
She tilted her head to avoid his gaze, remained silent, and then responded in a low voice, "...Okay."
Hearing this, Xie Ci had a smile in his eyes, and he took her into his arms the next second. This time, the two of them hugged each other, getting closer. His chin rested on the girl's shoulder, and he hugged her tightly. The people inside, each other's breathing and body temperature are also intertwined.
Song Yingwan closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the tranquility and beauty of this moment.
Dinner was late again today, but no one cared this time.
Under the dim light, the two people savored the simple but delicious meal. Such a plain but warm life will be their most unforgettable memory.
There was no alcohol tonight, but both of them were a little drunk.
The next day, after lunch, I thanked them and took Song Ying to the mountains at night. Following the route mentioned by Aunt Osmanthus, I found several hawthorn trees with red fruits, which were really beautiful.
Wild trees are not very tall either, just one or two meters tall.
People in the village thought it was sour, and basically no one touched it, so the tree looked very pleasant, with only traces of being pecked by birds.
The temperature on the mountain was relatively low, so the two of them didn't waste any time. Song Yingwan stood at the lower branch to pick, while Xie Xi grabbed a branch with his hands, kicked the trunk with his feet and climbed up.
The fruit above was so big and red when the sun was shining brightly that it made Song Yingwan want to climb up and try it. But after thinking about her own physique, she felt it was not embarrassing.
After picking about half of the basket, the two of them stopped. In fact, these things can't be stored for a long time like chestnuts and pine nuts. Picking them back is a waste. At most, they can be dried into hawthorn slices, which can be soaked in water for drinking later, but they won't be used much.
After returning home, Song Yingwan was not in a hurry. She was running out of sugar at home, so she happened to go to the commune tomorrow to buy some more. There was still brown sugar, but it would be better to use rock sugar or white sugar for hawthorn.
Song Yingwan looked at the bright red and attractive fruit and couldn't help but taste one. As soon as he took a bite, he grinned with soreness and immediately shuddered, but he swallowed it without spitting it out.
After reading the entire thank you, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, and shook my head helplessly. I really couldn't understand why she looked so gentle and peaceful sometimes, and how childish sometimes.
But it seemed like he liked every aspect of her and there was nothing he couldn't accept.
After thanking him and smiling, he silently poured a glass of water for her and snatched the hawthorn she had taken a bite out of her hand. He was afraid that she would finish it later.
Song Yingwan quickly took it and took two sips to dilute the sour taste in her mouth. She said in a silly way, "It's so sour!"
Thank you and replied calmly, "Yeah."
Song Yingwan looked at him and asked, "Do you like sour food?"
Thank you, "It's okay, it's too sour."
"Then when we go to the commune tomorrow to buy more candies, I'll put some desserts for you."
"Okay." He said and rubbed her head.
Song Yingwan was now used to this action, and secretly decided to wash her hair more frequently in the future.
