Song Yingwan stared at him for a few seconds, then turned her head to look outside, but the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.
In fact, they are not talkative people, and their emotions are usually very stable. They rarely argue over a certain matter. When the two of them encounter problems, they also calmly find ways to solve them, and rarely let their own bad things go wrong. Emotions affect the people around you, and you think more about the other person.
It sounds like the relationship between the two of them may be too plain and calm. Some people may find this kind of life boring, but they think it is very good and suitable for their relationship. How can two mature souls still be like each other? What about children who do things based only on their emotions?
The lives of Song Yingwan and Xie Ci were ordinary, but there was no lack of romance.
The thank you just now may have been a casual sentence, but it made Song Yingwan very happy. He didn't need to use sweet words every day, only an occasional clumsy expression could really make people's hearts move.
Just like Song Yingwan's mood at the moment.
After lunch, Aunt Guihua and Sister-in-law Hongying actually got together to see Song Yingwan when they had time today. Before they even walked in, Aunt Guihua said cheerfully, "Let's go, Yingwan."
Song Yingwan didn't understand the meaning of her sudden words and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"
Auntie Osmanthus Osmanthus, "Back in the mountains, the bamboo shoots are growing now, but they will be old in a few days."
Song should have just seen the backpacks carried by the two people. Anyway, she had nothing to do at home, so it would be nice to go for a walk in the back mountain. Besides, she had never experienced breaking bamboo shoots.
So he responded, "Okay, I'll get the backpack. You guys wait for me for a while."
"Okay, no need to worry."
A few people were standing in the yard, not avoiding their voices. They naturally heard the thank you. After helping Song Yingwan get the things, they worriedly asked, "The mountain road is not easy to walk, so don't carry too much weight. "
Song Yingwan put the backpack on his body and said, "Okay, I know."
Then she thought about how she and Tang Xiaotang had gone to the mountain to pick chestnuts. The next day, she took Xu Lang to pick chestnuts for two more days. They had not finished eating the chestnuts yet. She said with a smile, "Don't you think you'll be there again tomorrow?" Can you go to the mountain and break the bamboo shoots for me?"
He obviously also thought about that matter and licked his lips, "It's not impossible."
Song Yingwan was afraid that Aunt Guihua and Sister-in-law Hongying would be impatient, so she stopped talking to him and comforted him, "Okay, I know what's appropriate, and I will definitely do what I can."
After saying that, he saw that the two of them were in a blind spot, and the people standing in the yard couldn't see what they were doing, so they quickly kissed him on the face, with a bright smile in his eyes, "I'm leaving. See you tonight."
After everyone had gone away, he thanked him and came back to his senses. The soft touch that he had just put on his face and the faint fragrance of the girl still seemed to remain on his face. Then he looked at the empty yard, lowered his eyes and chuckled, and felt something in his heart. The slightest hint of sweetness.
This is Song Yingwan’s first time going up the mountain after the Chinese New Year. After not coming for a long time, she still feels a little novel. At this time, there are quite a lot of people on the mountain. They are all the ladies from the village who also come to pick spring bamboo shoots. Along the way, I met several people saying hello.
Although Song Yingwan didn't call many of them by the right name, she just needed to recognize their faces and know which family they were from.
There had just been a spring rain some time ago, and all the bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground. They were all densely covered on the ground. Song Yingwan understood the meaning of the word "bamboo shoots springing up after the rain" for the first time.
The spring bamboo shoots are at their most tender now, and there are so many of them. You don’t have to look hard to break them. You can just break them off.
But the weight of bamboo shoots is very heavy, not as light as mushrooms. It is easy to break it, but it is not easy to carry it down the mountain. People like Aunt Guihua and Sister-in-law Hongying who work all year round cannot carry it easily. Going down the mountain with a basket on his back, let alone Song Yingwan.
Song Yingwan didn't have the strength, so he didn't try to be brave. He went down the mountain without filling the basket on his back. At worst, he could have made two more trips.
Although Aunt Guihua and Sister-in-law Hongying carried a lot, they returned immediately after dumping the contents in their baskets at home. There seemed to be a lot of bamboo shoots, but once the shells were peeled there were not many left.
So every year they have to run to the mountains for several days to break bamboo shoots, and they are used to it.
But Song Yingwan was not so adaptable. At night, her whole body ached, and there were two red marks on her shoulders, which were particularly obvious on her fair skin.
When she left in the afternoon, she had sworn to thank her, but now it was like this, which made him worried when he found out. Song Yingwan didn't dare to express it. The red marks on her shoulders were just from the pressure of heavy objects. It would heal on its own in two days, and she didn't pay much attention to it.
After dinner, Song Yingwan was tired and sleepy from hiking twice today. She was about to take a rest early when she heard a knock on the door. There were only two people in the room, so it must have been a thank you.
The house was not that complicated when it was built, so the sound insulation was not good. Song Yingwan responded in the house, and the people standing at the door heard it. Then he pushed the door open and entered, with a dim yellow light falling on his face. The outline of the face is clearly visible, and the deep and cold eyes now reflect a small and pretty figure.
Song Yingwan sat beside the bed and looked at him with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"If you come a little later, I'll fall asleep."
Xie Ci did not answer her question and walked up to her. His tall and upright figure instantly blocked most of the light, giving him a sense of solemnity for no reason.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed softly and said softly, "Where is the shoulder injury?"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment before she realized what his expression just now meant. She suddenly felt guilty, "It's okay, I just got strangled, and the skin wasn't even broken."
Xie Ci obviously didn't believe it and said calmly, "Let me take a look."
The two were in a stalemate for a while, but Song Yingwan still couldn't resist him, so she had to turn sideways and pull the clothes on her shoulders so that he could see more clearly.
The injury was indeed not serious as she said, but it was particularly obvious on the jade-white skin. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. His fingertips were slightly cold and fell on the warm skin. When the two touched, Song Yingwan couldn't help but flinch.
Maybe it was because the two of them were in a strange posture. Song Yingwan felt uncomfortable and asked, "...how did you know?"
Is she showing it off?
He paused in his thank you gesture, raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly, "I just saw you rubbing your shoulders twice."
Song Yingwan felt a little unbelievable. Just based on this, he could sense that something was wrong?
What an amazing insight!
Before she could figure it out, there was a rustling sound behind her, and then a cool touch was applied to the injured area of the shoulder. It was cool and comfortable, and there was a faint herbal smell.
