"Does it look good?"

"They look good." Yu He looked at the small leather shoes in the box and answered him with wide eyes.

Then the girl looked at him in disbelief: "Is this for me?" Perhaps Song Lingjun had been too good to her recently and sent her everything, so this was the first thing the little girl thought of.

"Yes, it's for you." Song Lingjun looked at her and answered absolutely without any hesitation.

Little Ahe tilted her head: "Really?" She still didn't believe it, because this was different from those eggs and rice. I heard that these shoes cost a lot of money.

Everything in the city is expensive, eight yuan? Ten yuan, or more. And that nice-looking skirt, together, it is probably worth more. Two yuan is a sky-high price for little Ahe now.

, You can imagine what a dozen dollars means to her.

It was money she had never seen before, an existence she could not touch, which made her unable to believe it.

Song Lingjun nodded: "Really."

"real?"

"Really." He didn't feel annoyed and responded to her over and over again.

"It's true." Who doesn't like good-looking things, and who doesn't like owning good-looking things. Yuhe was so happy for the first time that she didn't know how to describe her mood. She gestured with her body with the skirt, and

Go get those shoes.

She wanted to wear it now, but looking at her unwashed body and fearing that it would get dirty, she began to hesitate.

Sensing her thoughts, Song Lingjun immediately said: "I'm going to boil water. Wait for me for a while."

After the young man finished speaking, he went to the kitchen.

In rural areas of this era, bathing water was boiled with firewood, and Yu He's family was no exception. She didn't need to boil too much water in summer, but because she had to wash her hair, the water was still more than usual.

When it boiled, he took the boiling water to the water room on the side, poured it into a large wooden bucket, tested the water temperature and found it was about the same. Song Lingjun exited, and then he saw the little girl happily going in to take a bath.

She had no defense against him and liked to laugh. She was like a young bird, simple and ignorant.

Song Ling leaned against the wall outside the water room. He listened to the sound of water inside and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and suddenly his mouth became dry.

The man's eyes were dark, suppressing those desires that appeared at the wrong time. He didn't know how long he waited before the door opened from the inside out.

A girl wearing a new dress appeared in front of him. The girl was glowing white, because she had just taken a bath, and her face was still a little red from the heat.

Behind her was the mist in the water room, and she was like a ripe peach, red in color, tempting him to bite it.

The impact of this scene was so great that Song Lingjun hurriedly looked away. Although he saw both what he should and shouldn't see.

Yuhe didn't think there was any problem. She came to him wearing a beautiful new dress, smiled and circled around, and asked him if he was pretty.

How could Song Lingjun say she's not beautiful? She's very beautiful. She's a little too beautiful.

Her hair was still dripping with water because it had just been washed. After complimenting her, Song Lingjun came to her side with a clean towel and helped her dry her long hair.

It's hot in summer, so wet clothes dry quickly, and so does washed hair. The little girl was walking around the room wearing her little leather shoes with dotted heels, and she was very happy.

Soon, I noticed that my hair was dry.

Yuhe wanted to braid two big black braids again, but she couldn't do it, so she had no choice but to ask Song Zhiqing for help again. Fortunately, Song Zhiqing knew everything.

Two braids, thick and long.

This is the favorite hairstyle of the educated youth and girls in the village, and Yu He also likes it.

"Don't move, I'm tying a bow for you."

"Okay." She smiled, showing her white teeth, and sat obediently in front of the mirror, letting him play with it.

The little girl doesn't think the relationship between them is strange at all. She enjoys the help from others. She just likes this kind of life where she doesn't have to worry about food and drink.

Two white ribbons were tied into two small bows at the ends of her braided hair. The plain knee-length skirt revealed her slender and straight calves, a pair of small foreign leather shoes, and her clean and innocent face, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Thin skin and tender flesh, like Miss Jasmine from the capitalists of the old society. Song Lingjun was a little lost in thought. He knew that the little girl was beautiful, but at the moment she was too beautiful.

In such a small rural village, being too beautiful is actually not a good thing. He is glad that in the past, she always looked gray.

Song Lingjun took the meat buns from the plate nearby and stuffed them into the little girl's hands: "Eat some of this first to fill your stomach. The meal will be ready soon."

He was not qualified to stop her beauty. What he wanted to do was not to contain, but to protect. He resisted the urge to untie her hair. After saying this, he turned around and went to the kitchen on the other side.

The meat buns of this era were very big, one is as big as two now, the materials are solid, and they are cost-effective. Yuhe could not hold it with one hand and it was a bit hot. She sat in the living room holding the buns in both hands and ate them obediently.

Perhaps because she was afraid of getting her new dress dirty, she ate very carefully and slowly. She was no longer as greedy as before, but more delicate and gentle.

The small courtyard that used to be dirty and messy now has a lively atmosphere and looks like a home where people want to live. This was Cheng Shuili's first thought when he opened the courtyard door.

The extremely clean yard was covered with white cotton ropes that were swaying in the wind. The aroma of food came out of the kitchen. The little girl was sitting on a chair in the living room, biting into a meat bun, and looked at him curiously.

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This is Yuhe he has never seen before, clean and beautiful, like a little girl who only appears in dreams.

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, clean and sweet. She has the smell of clear springs in the mountains, and is like green apricots in the mountains, sour but making people want to take a bite.

He was a little stunned. This was not the Yu He in his memory, nor was it the Yu He that should appear at this moment. He sensed something was wrong, where did she get the money to buy clothes, she was sitting here, and who was in the kitchen?

Cheng Shuili lowered his gaze and did not look at her. He wanted to say something, but found that he could not make a sound.

It was at this time that she saw her little Ah He, jumping up and down. If it were in the past, when seeing Cheng Shuili, the little girl would stay far away and would never come forward.

But today is different. Today is Young Crops Day. Today she has a beautiful dress. Yuhe has never worn such beautiful clothes or such good shoes, so she wants Cheng Shuili to see it.

"Brother Shuili, why are you here?" Her voice was sweet, and she ran over and stood in front of him, with a smile on her face.

Beautiful clothes, clean little face. This time the smile is not funny, only endlessly brilliant.
Chapter completed!