Qingyan admitted that he was jealous, but it was not because of suspicion. He and Qiu Henian had been together day and night for more than half a year, and he knew what kind of person the other party was.
But this didn't stop him from feeling unhappy when he saw Qiu Henian carrying the basket.
Qingyan didn't behave like usual. No matter how much Qiu Henian emphasized that he was dirty, he still had to come over and at least kiss her.
He sat on a low stool and touched his chin with his thumb, tilted his head as if to examine it, and asked in a gentle voice: "Mr. Master, where did this come from?"
Qiu Henian had dust on his body, and he was anxious to wash and change clothes and help cook, but he keenly noticed something was wrong with his husband, so he stopped at the door and glanced at Qingyan's face, but he didn't see anything.
Then she put the basket into his hand and said, "Xiaozhuang's mother gave it to me. I haven't looked at what's inside yet. You should take a look first."
After he finished speaking, he did not go into the back room to scrub. Instead, he stood there, looking down at Qing Yan, silently counting "one, two, three" in his heart.
After counting three, the usual hugs and kisses upon entering the house didn't happen.
Qingyan's attention was not on him, and she was staring at the basket he had just placed on the ground with unclear meaning.
Qiu Henian twisted his fingers hanging by his side. After all, he still couldn't restrain his inner desire. He bent down and turned his head to kiss the person sitting.
Qingyan suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately moved his head away. Then he brushed it, stretched out his hand to lift up the silk cloth on the basket, glanced down, his face changed, his eyebrows were raised, and he sneered. , "Haha, Xiaozhuang's mother not only gave you a basket of oranges, but also put a concentric knot for you?"
Qiu Henian looked at the contents of the basket in surprise, obviously unaware of it.
Qingyan stood up, gently tapped Qiu Henian's forehead with his finger, and said, "You, you are so impressive that you don't even know it!"
...
The shop has not been so busy these two days. In the afternoon, Sanyao came to Qiu Henian for help.
The father of a close friend he worked with was celebrating his birthday recently. After much thought, San Yao couldn't figure out what to give him. Later, it was Qiuniang who gave him the idea and asked him to ask his second brother to write a birthday card and write it. I sent it to the town to be mounted, and on the day of the birthday party, I sent it to hang on the wall of the old man's house. That would be so decent.
Sanyao rarely asked him for anything, and the shop was not busy at the moment, so Qiu Henian naturally agreed. Paper and pen were all prepared, so Qiu Henian could just go over to his house and write.
Before he went out, he asked Xiaozhuang to put out the fire in the stove, and Xiaozhuang agreed.
After sending Master and his relatives out, Xiaozhuang went to get the stove. By now, the coals were almost burned, except for a smoldering core wrapped in the middle. He took the stove hook and poked it inside. With a pop, a large jet of black ash came out and sprayed all over his face.
Xiaozhuang quickly stepped back and threw ashes up and down, but he didn't realize that his face was already blackened.
At this moment, a deliberately sweet voice said at the door: "Brother, are you busy?"
Xiaozhuang looked back and saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy standing at the door looking in, with a basket on his arm.
This guy has a pretty face and a slim body. He has a smile on his face and looks at him shyly.
Xiaozhuang raised his hand and scratched his head, "You...you called me brother?" He had only turned sixteen years old a few days ago.
The guy said "huh" sheepishly.
The corner of Xiaozhuang's mouth twitched, "Isn't this inappropriate?"
The brother suddenly frowned, with a look on the verge of tears, and said, "Brother, do you dislike Xiang'er? But Xiang'er took a lot of courage to call you brother."
Xiaozhuang didn't expect a title to be so serious, so he hurriedly said: "Call me whatever you want, don't cry, don't cry."
The brother showed hesitation, raised his eyes to look at Xiaozhuang, then immediately lowered his head and whispered: "I don't know whether I should say something or not. I just met brother Qingyan on the road."
"Ah, oh." Xiaozhuang Zhanger was confused and didn't understand why he was so hesitant when he met his wife.
Seeing that he didn't take the initiative to ask, my brother bit his lip and said, "Brother Qingyan is so happy. My husband is busy working in the shop every day, and he can go to the town to eat, drink and have fun without any worries. If it were me, I wouldn't Treat your husband like this."
Hearing this, Xiaozhuang's scalp tightened immediately. He said bad things about the couple behind his master's back. It was his fault that he needed to clean up. If his master found out, he might not kick him out immediately.
But this kid doesn't know how to be aggressive with others. He can only say with a straight face: "It's not good for you to say that."
The brother bit his lip again, and when he saw that Xiaozhuang's tone was wrong, he started to cry.
Xiaozhuang was stunned. He was so anxious that he scratched his head, stretched his neck, looked out the door, and said: "Brother, don't just cry in the shop. If others see it, they will think you are crying." Why did I bully you!"
"What did you call me?" The boy cried even more after hearing this. He thrust the basket in his hand to Xiaozhuang and said with tears: "Xiang'er likes you, so he came to you and returned it to you. I've prepared a gift, but you can't do this to Xiang'er."
"Ah?" Xiaozhuang held the basket, his mouth as big as a goose egg, with white teeth on his dark face.
Seeing his stupid look, the brother stamped his feet, his tears disappeared instantly, he smiled shyly and said, "Brother, I'll come see you in a few days."
Then he ran out the door shyly and soon disappeared.
Xiaozhuang was alone in the shop, looking down at the basket, his head was buzzing and his face was hot, "He likes... likes me?"
Xiaozhuang felt that this eldest brother was a little abnormal, but he was still young and no one had ever shown love to him, so he felt a little secretly happy.
There was a conflict in my heart.
Therefore, when Qiu Henian returned to the shop, he saw that the fire in the stove was still lingering and had not been extinguished, and his apprentice, with a black face and a basket in one hand and a stove hook in the other, stood in the shop for a while. Smirk, then frown.
Qiu Henian scolded, "Xiaozhuang, I asked you to put it out in the furnace, where did you go?"
Xiaozhuang shuddered and watched his master start to fuck the broomstick, which meant that he was going to give him a few blows.
Xiaozhuang felt anxious and had an idea. He put the basket in his master's hand and said hurriedly: "My mother came just now and gave you this. We had a conversation. I didn't deliberately disobey the master's instructions."
Xiaozhuang's family members were afraid that Qiu Henian would dislike Xiaozhuang's stupidity, so they sent him gifts every now and then.
His family's conditions are not very good and he can't afford any good gifts. He only steams steamed buns or pickled vegetables by himself, and occasionally gives expensive things like eggs.
Qiu Henian usually refuses to accept it, but after rejecting it several times, he always accepts it once, so as not to worry Xiaozhuang's parents.
Therefore, Qiu Henian believed what Xiaozhuang said, and when he went home at night, he took the basket home.
...
On the other side, Liu Xiang went home directly after leaving the shop.
On the way, he was still thinking. His parents said that Qiu Henian was scary-looking, cold, and unkind to others. But when he saw him today, he was just a big fool. He had lost his sense of control when he saw him. No matter how much he did, If you go to the shop a few times, I'm sure you can get it.
He didn't want to be a child for others, but his mother said that she had seen all the marriageable people in this village, and Qiu Henian was the only one who could make money, and there were no in-laws to serve at home, and his clear words were beautiful. , but I heard that I can't have children.
If he can get married and have a son and a half daughters in the future, it's hard to say who will have the final say in the family in the future.
Liu Xiangzhi returned home proudly and went to tell his parents the good news.
At the west end of the village, Qiu Henian told Qingyan how he got the basket. He frowned and said, "When I go to the shop tomorrow, I'll ask Xiaozhuang what's going on."
This matter was probably a mistake, but Qingyan didn't want to get entangled with that family. Besides, if he didn't handle it well, he might get a bad reputation.
The village is only so big in total, and those women and old men like to gather together at the intersection to hug their arms and make irresponsible remarks, which may be unpleasant.
If Liu Youfu and Zhang Ju start a fight and say that Liu Xiang has not yet left the cabinet, their reputation will be ruined. If they are held responsible, they will be passive.
So, Qingyan said: "Tomorrow I will go with you to ask Xiaozhuang."
Qiu Henian agreed.
...
In the evening, after dinner and cleaning, Qiu Henian came in with firewood, Qingyan added water to the pot, and the two of them wanted to boil water for a bath.
Qingyan finished washing first, went to the cupboard to search for a while, found the shirt she was looking for, put it on, returned to the bed tent, and put it down to wait for Qiu Henian to finish washing as usual.
After a while, the sound of water gradually stopped, and there was the rustling sound of wiping and dressing.
When Qiu Henian lifted the bed curtain, Qingyan wrapped himself in the quilt and covered it up to his chin. His long hair was scattered on both sides of his face and pillow.
Qiu Henian wanted to turn around and blow out the oil lamp, but Qing Yan stopped him and said: "Wait a little longer."
Qiu Henian glanced at Qingyan, who lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.
When someone lay down next to him, Qingyan said slowly, "How many days has it been?"
Qiu Henian didn't ask him how long it had been, and answered directly: "It's been two months."
Qingyan's eyelashes trembled, "The number is so clear?"
Qiu Henian's Adam's apple slid, "I'm counting on it every day."
Qingyan's face turned red and he asked, "Why do you have to count every day?"
Qiu Henian's voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "I told you before that I didn't trick you... I think about it every night."
After brushing, Qingyan lifted up the quilt and sat up, revealing her body wearing only gauze clothes, her shoulders were half exposed, and her two slender white legs were stacked together and slightly bent.
In the dim light of the oil lamp, her skin looked warm and moist, half-covered by gauze, which made people think even more than if she was fully exposed.
Qiu Henian sat up with a sigh, his eyes staring straight at him like a hawk, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually became more rapid.
Qingyan stretched out a hand and handed it to him. Qiu Henian took the hand, pulled him over, and sat on his lap.
The two of them looked at each other very close to each other, their hot breaths blowing on each other's faces.
"Aren't you afraid?" Qiu Henian asked hoarsely.
Qingyan shook his head, pursed his red lips slightly, and said slightly uneasy, "I don't know."
Qiu Henian looked at him with focused eyes, not missing any subtle expression on his face.
After a while, he sighed softly, smiled, raised his hand to gather Qingyan's long hair, and said, "Would you like to talk to me for a while?"
"Yeah." Qingyan nodded.
The two of them lay down face to face, Qiu Henian holding Qing Yan in his arms.
In the late autumn weather, it is very comfortable to hug each other in the warm quilt like this.
Qiu Henian twisted a corner of Qingyan's gauze with his fingers, suppressed the random thoughts in his heart, and asked, "When did you buy this?"
Qingyan said: "Just a few days ago, I wanted to wear it outside my robe in the coming spring."
Qiu Henian asked again: "Autumn in the north is short, and it's winter. Have you bought enough winter clothes?"
Qingyan nodded, "I bought them all, yours and mine. Qiu Niang and I went to pick them out together a few days ago. The shop is good, the materials are good, and the price is right."
The two talked about trivial matters at home for a while, such as how many eggs the chickens laid today, and how much rat poison should be put in the new barn at home. They also discussed for a while whether to keep a cat to catch mice, and then talked about Liu. The Orion family's Erxi turned to the topic of hunting in the mountains this winter.
As he spoke, Qingyan lay in Qiu Henian's arms, rubbed his tender cheeks against Qiu Henian's, and said vaguely, "I'm even jealous."
Qiu Henian had seen some clues a long time ago, but now that his husband took the initiative to say it himself, he felt indescribable joy in his heart, and he only felt pity and benefit.
His warm hands rubbed back and forth on Qingyan's back, and the gauze clothes rubbed the palm of his hand coolly, making him feel itchy in his heart.
"Qingyan..."
Qiu Henian called Qing Yan's name, put the other person on the bed, and stood up, lowered his head and came closer, his eyes flashed, his expression was soft, and he looked at him face to face.
"Qingyan..."
It was like that again.
Qiu Henian didn't say anything else, but he seemed to have said it all in his eyes and in the next kiss.
The two kissed for a while, and Qiu Henian lay back on the bed, holding Qingyan in his arms, rubbing his back back and forth with his big palm. He asked in a low voice: "Are you sleepy?"
Qingyan nodded.
Qiu Henian said: "Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Qingyan closed her eyes.
After a while, he opened his eyes again and said, "The gauze clothes are itchy."
Qiu Henian sighed, reached into the quilt and pulled it a few times, then pulled the gauze garment out of the quilt and threw it to the edge of the bed.
This time Qingyan felt comfortable and closed her eyes again to go to sleep.
But after a while, he opened his eyes again. Qiu Henian looked down at him, "What's wrong?"
Qingyan said: "The fabric of your dirty clothes is so thick that it makes me uncomfortable."
The veins on Qiu Henian's forehead popped out, but he still gave in. After the quilt rustled for a while, the dirty clothes were thrown to the edge of the bed.
The lights went out.
It was extremely quiet in the darkness, only the barking of dogs in the distance could be heard.
After a while, there was a sudden sound in the already silent tent.
Qiu Henian reached out and touched it, and it was wet.
His voice was so hoarse that he asked: "Qingyan, aren't you asleep yet?"
After a while, when his eyes showed forbearance and restraint, and when he thought that the other party would not respond, Qingyan finally said "hmm".
There was silence in the tent for a while, and then, in the darkness, the quilt was suddenly pushed aside rudely. Qiu Henian sat up from the bed and touched the bedside. He couldn't find what he was looking for for a while.
The other slender hand stretched out softly and helped him find the black wristband, and Qiu Henian put it on.
He grabbed both ankles with his big hands and pushed himself in without any hesitation.
But the person who endured it didn't feel any discomfort even after two months of fatigue, and he expanded happily.