For dinner, Song Yingwan simply made a noodle soup and fried three eggs. She ate one of the two for Xie Ci. Once the fried eggs were added with water, they turned into a milky white color, which looked very appetizing.
After the water boils, cook some noodles and vegetables. Add seasoning lard to the bottom of the bowl to taste. Pour in two ladles of noodle soup and then scoop out the noodles and eggs from the pot.
The steaming bowl of clear noodle soup was so delicious that neither of us had a drop of soup left.
After dinner, it was study time as usual. Since there was only one set of books, I always went to Song Yingwan's room and the two of them took turns reading.
It was because of this that Xie Ci discovered that Song Yingwan had submitted an article to the newspaper. He saw it accidentally once. He thought it was an essay written by her at first, but after reading it carefully, he found that it was more like an essay. The content of the article It is novel, clear and eloquent, and it reads simply and profoundly, which is enough to show that the author has profound knowledge.
Song Yingwan had no intention of hiding the song from him, so he simply took this opportunity to talk about his writing process.
After hearing her words of thanks, she was surprised but seemed not to be surprised at all. This girl has never been a person who takes things easy. When others are still suffering from being stuck in the quagmire, she may have adjusted herself and prepared to start over.
He was silent for a moment, with a little smile and starlight in his eyes.
Then Song Yingwan heard him say: "You are great..."
After a pause for two seconds, a low voice sounded again, "I'm very lucky."
Song Yingwan tilted his head, as if a feather was gently brushing his heart, making it feel tingling.
The moon is very bright tonight, pouring through the window lattice like water on the ground, like sprinkling white frost on the ground.
Song Yingwan suddenly thought, looking at the bright moon hanging high outside, her voice was ethereal, "Thank you, tell me...are the moon we see now the same as the moon we see a hundred years later?"
Xie Ci looked at her side face with his eyelashes lowered, then turned to look in the same direction as her, and responded, "From a scientific point of view, they are the same, but from an emotional point of view, they don't seem to be the same. "
Song Yingwan tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Why?"
He curved the corners of his lips, raised his head and touched the top of her head, "Because, things change and people change."
Yes, things change and people change.
Song Yingwan suddenly felt a little sour in her heart. She stared blankly outside without speaking, her eyes distracted.
Xie Ci naturally sensed her depression, frowned and asked softly, "Are you homesick?"
She smiled silently and let out a shallow breath, "Yes, I miss home..."
I can never return to my home where I have lived for more than 20 years.
Which side is the dream?
A warm and generous touch suddenly came to my hand, and then it was tightly squeezed through the gaps between the fingers, and the fingers were interlocked.
Song Yingwan lowered her head and looked at the hands held by the two of them. His palm was so big that it wrapped hers in it, giving her a sense of security.
She smiled slightly and her eyes curled up. This was not a dream, and neither was he.
Seeing the bright and bright smile on the girl's face, she couldn't help but raise her lips and chuckle as she thanked her. He rubbed the back of her delicate hand with his fingertips and said, "Then when you go to the commune tomorrow, you can make a phone call to your family. Wait until the Chinese New Year. Will you take me home?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment, the smile on her face deepened, and she looked at him with narrow eyes, "Okay, I'll take you home!"
After seeing that her mood had recovered, Xie Ci spoke calmly and gently, "Are you still learning?"
"study!"
It should be clean and tidy.
Song Yingwan shook the hands held by the two of them and motioned for him to let go, otherwise how could he learn?
Xie Ci's expression was indifferent, and he understood the look in her eyes, but Feng Qingyun said calmly: "You can also learn this."
Song Yingwan raised an eyebrow. He was holding her left hand. She had no problem writing, and she could turn the book with one hand. But he was using his right hand. Could it be that he could write with his left hand?
She wondered, "But how are you going to write?"
There was no emotion on Xie Ci's face, "I only read books today, not writing!"
“……”
Okay, that's okay, Song Yingwan silently closed her mouth.
After a while, both of them slightly curled up the corners of their mouths, and pink bubbles seemed to be floating in the air around them.
Under the dim light, long shadows were drawn on the ground, forming pairs.
The two of them completed today's study task while maintaining this strange posture.
A dreamless night.
Song Yingwan slept until about seven or eight o'clock. It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep until she woke up naturally, but it was because the neighbor's chickens were so noisy that she couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to.
After getting up, I had already eaten my thanks and was sweeping the yard with a broom. When I saw Song Yingwan coming out, I said, "I boiled hot water for you. Don't use cold water to wash up."
"good."
Song Yingwan turned around and went to the kitchen.
In fact, there is a hot water bottle at home, but that bottle of water is just enough for two people to drink a day. Song Yingwan usually does not use the water in it to wash up.
After the weather got cold, he would not forget to boil a pot of hot water for her if she was going to make breakfast, but he was used to washing up first when he got up, so he naturally used cold water.
Song Yingwan was thinking about going to the commune today to see if he could buy another kettle specifically for boiling water. There was a lot of hot water in winter.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh. After such a long time, there were still a lot of things to add to the house. It seemed that there were a lot of things to buy every time.
During the meal, Xie Ci also finished sweeping the yard. Although he had finished eating, he still sat next to Song Yingwan. The two of them discussed what they were going to do today from time to time.
The thank-you speech was influenced by Song Yingwan every day. Now he has done a good job in making breakfast. He cooked pumpkin and millet porridge in the morning and boiled eggs. The multi-grain steamed buns steamed two days ago were not finished, so he heated up two , fried another plate of cabbage.
Millet porridge is soft, glutinous and sweet, and tastes good when stir-fried. It is very refreshing to eat in the morning.
He deliberately divided half of the dish for her, and it was still hot when it was brought out.
Song Yingwan often noticed such small details, but he still touched him every time. It was really hard not to be moved by this feeling of being respected and loved.
After Song Yingwan packed up, the two of them set off on their bicycles. It was inevitable that they would meet people on the road, but this time they were not staring at them but at the bicycle.
After arriving at the commune, they made a phone call first. If both of them wanted to make a call, they lined up in two lines, which could save some time.
Most of them were educated youths from various brigades who went to the countryside and had more calls. Xie Ci and Song Yingwan stood out in the team. Song Yingwan was okay. It was cold and she wore a scarf, which covered her face. Most of her body was covered, and she stood there with her words of thanks. She had deep eyebrows and impeccable facial features. The bulging Adam's apple on her fair neck attracted the attention of people around her from time to time. Some lesbians couldn't help but turn their cheeks red. .
His expression was calm throughout the whole process of thanking him, as if he was completely unaffected by the people around him. The sense of alienation and coldness on his body made people dare not approach him. His eyes only softened when he looked at Song Yingwan.
