Chapter 2.3 - Rotten Radishes Have Great Uses (3/3)

“I just…it seems like that I remembered something, but it suddenly cut off…”

Li Jingnan gave her a cold look unhappily and mumbled, “I think you’d better rest! You washed clothes every day and became foolish! “

With that, Li Jingnan opened the door and went out to pick radishes.

Hua Qingxue was speechless. Can’t this boy speak nicely if he clearly wanted to persuade her to have a rest? He insisted on being so vicious.

At this time, she heard Li Jingnan calling her in the yard, “Hey! Do you want more white radishes or more carrots?”

Hua Qingxue shouted, “Carrots! Leave some white radishes, and I can still bleach clothes!”

“You, this woman. You are so strangely more than what meets the eye. You are so troublesome…”

Looking at Li Jingnan in the yard like a little adult and chiding her, Hua Qingxue only thought that he was happy and funny.

The cold air outside the house infiltrated into the house. The familiar memory fragment from a moment ago and the suddenly evoked mood also slowly calmed down in the cold weather.

She silently thought in her heart: When all is said and done, what kind of person is she?

Why is it that the more memories she recalled, the more uneasy she felt?

And what about being unable to find her roots and her extreme loneliness? What happened?

Although she lost her memory, Hua Qingxue faintly felt in her heart that she was different from the people here.

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In the winter night, the little house was dim. Only the remaining fire in the stove was suddenly bright and suddenly dark, showing the residual heat.

Hua Qingxue and Li Jingnan were crammed in the same quilt.

The quilt was not thick, but Hua Qingxue pressed all the dry clothes on top of it, and adding on the body temperature of two people, it created a rare warmth.

This was the most comfortable time of the whole day. This was when Hua Qingxue was most comfortable, dry, warm, and relaxed……

At the beginning of relying on each other, Li Jingnan firmly refused to allow her to go on the bed-stove, let alone squeeze into the quilt.

According to Li Jingnan, Hua Qingxue should sleep on the ground. At best, she still had to serve him tea at night.

But, Hua Qingxue’s thinking was different from that of the people here. She had no distinction for social ranking. On the first day, she allowed no explanation and grabbed Li Jingnan to squeeze onto the bed-stove.

Li Jingnan refused to sleep with her no matter what, but it was so cold after midnight that he went into Hua Qingxue’s quilt when he was fast asleep and in a daze. They slept together until dawn, and they also did so afterward.

Hua Qingxue didn’t let the charcoal fire burn too much and also didn’t dare let the charcoal fire go out. In this way, the stove was half stuffy, and the weak charcoal fire could sustain until dawn.

The wind was blowing everywhere in this broken house, but, on the contrary, Hua Qingxue didn’t have to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning. She just sought to not burn out the charcoal fire because it was too difficult for her to make a fire.

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Translator’s Notes:

(1) 砰砰砰 (Peng, peng, peng) is an onomatopoeia. The closest onomatopoeia in English would probably be bang, bang, bang which is what I used to translate it in the text.

(2) 吃软不吃硬 literally means to eat soft food, but refuse hard food. It figuratively means to be amenable to coaxing but not coercion.