CH 101

"It's no wonder you spare no effort to raise pigs. You had thought about it since childhood."

He Songbai didn't speak. His legs slowly pedaled the bicycle.

On the bumpy mountain roads, the spring breeze smoothly brushed his face along the way, sometimes blowing the woman's soft hair onto his skin.

He Songbai's eyes narrowed, and he enjoyed this short and quiet moment.

Soon, they returned to the village.

He Songbai put the newly purchased stove in the kitchen, added coal to it one by one, and lit it with firewood. He cleaned up the fresh bones he brought back from the pig farm today and put them in the pot to stew.

The dark coal glowed with a dull luster. Little by little, it turned red from the firewood at the bottom of the stove, like a red iron.

The firewood crackled loudly, and soon a dazzling smoke came up. He Songbai thought that his girlfriend could just look at the pot beautifully in the future.

There won't be thick smoke anymore, nor a gray face.

After Zhao Lanxiang put her things in place, she quietly called He Songbai over.

She pressed him to sit down with both hands, "Sit down and take off your shoes."

He Songbai's wheaten face suddenly turned red.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the leather shoes she bought at the mall and put them in front of He Songbai.

"Try it. The next time you talk business with the manager of the factory, put these on."

He Songbai looked down at the black leather shoes. The upper part of the shoe was polished. He touched its smooth surface with his rough thumb, quietly looking at it for a while.

He put it on silently. It fits well, but it also made him felt awkward. His thick feet were accustomed to wearing straw shoes and cloth shoes. He was afraid that he would ruin these expensive high-end shoes. His big feet were used to stepping on the mud. He put on this leather shoes and felt like he was in a cage, extremely restrained.5

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the man's cautious and distressed expression and said, "Look at you, don't twist around like this. Wear it in the house and adapt to it."

"There is another reason why I'm looking for you."

As she said that, she took her middle school textbook she had brought back from G City from her luggage. She unfolded the math textbook and took out some scratch paper and laid it on the table.

In a very calm tone, she said, "Since you said that Granny had taught you mathematics, then let me see if she teaches well."

"Come." She patted the bench beside her and raised her chin at He Songbai.

He Songbai smiled as he looked at her lips pursed in disapproval.

"The bone soup in the kitchen would take three hours to cook. There is not much work to do today, so I will let you see how my grandma is so good. "

'Oh, his tone was quite arrogant.'

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glance at him. She pressed her lips and showed him the written questions.

He Songbai flipped through her textbook. The delicate handwriting in the books made him wanted to take a closer look. Although it was an old textbook from a few years ago, she had kept it well.

He cleared his throat and said, "I haven't seen math in a long time. Let me read the book and get familiar with it?"

In fact, He Songbai is this old, and he had never read mathematics textbooks. When he studied with his grandma, there were no textbooks, only the formula written on grandma's paper.

He flipped through the book greedily while searching for the notes left by his girlfriend.

His deep eyebrows relaxed slightly, and the corners of his eyes shimmered.

Zhao Lanxiang saw that he was reading a math book, and she didn't know whether he was learning or just reviewing. No matter which, she was happy. She propped her chin with her hands next to him and watched his spine stand upright, looking through the book with a serious posture.

The outline on the man's face is deep, his nose bridge is upright, and his lips are slightly squeezed into a line. His serious expression made him looked pleasing and handsome.

She did not urge him, but smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, the longer we boiled the bones, the better the soup! Just read slowly and look carefully."

At first, He Songbai looked a little uncomfortable, but he took a pen and started calculating a little bit. It was the knowledge that the old grandmother taught him before. He read and wrote, and quickly read half of the book.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the prepared final exam papers in the pile of books and covered the answers.

The old paper was slightly yellowed, and the damp air in the city made it smell like a decayed scroll.

To repay her for the leather shoes, He Songbai patiently accompanied her to write a test paper.

He did the two-hours exam paper for more than half an hour, and then he can't do it anymore.

Zhao Lanxiang urged him, "You're about to lose Granny's face. Write it quickly, don't leave them blank."

She paused and said again, "I'll allow you to read the book and then start again."

He Songbai was originally playing with her. It was enough for him to do the test paper for a while. But he looked at her seriousness, and his temple slightly twitched. "Enough."

"It's useless to write more. It's better to do more work. I go, go..."

Zhao Lanxiang leaned over and gently pecked at his slightly stubble-covered chin. The slightly blueish chin showed the man's youthfulness, but his tight jaw also showed his burden and responsibility.

She said with a smile, "How can it be useless."

"After writing more, there would be a kiss from your girlfriend."

He Songbai immediately lowered his head silently, his ears flushed, and his heartbeat went wild as he immersed himself in writing.11

The wind turned the pages in the book, and the spring breeze made his heart hot and dry.

He was patient and read the second half of the book. He wrote the numbers one by one, and the ink from the fountain pen bloomed on the rough yellow paper.

As soon as he put the pen away, he closed the window and immediately turned his head to embrace the sweet and beautiful lady beside him and demanded the payment with a calm face.

'Damn, this woman had to taste the power of a man before she could understand.'1

The dim interior was filled with the taste of spring. The strong hormones of two young people were mixed with ink smell and produce a wonderful chemical reaction.

Zhao Lanxiang's chest beat quickly. She glanced at the paper that was filled with black ink while the man invaded her lips.

In the end, even a little sane reason that cared about the paper was extinguished as he suppressed the eruption of enthusiasm.