Soon, the palms of my hands felt hot from the friction, and soon blisters appeared.
She had no choice but to switch to her left hand and continue to chop with difficulty.
Because she couldn't use her left hand very well, she chopped as slowly as a snail.
The sun was high in the sky, and its eyes shot at her like poisonous arrows.
Sweat dropped like raindrops, and soon I was soaked all over.
Her pretty face was as red and hot as if it had been baked in a stove.
The capillaries seemed to burst.
After chopping a pile of firewood for a long time, it was finally finished.
Both hands were so tired that they felt as if they were not their own, and they had completely lost consciousness.
When drinking water, the water bottle shakes around and cannot be put into the mouth...
When I returned to my residence at night, it felt like all the strength in my body had been taken away. My whole body seemed to have no skeleton. I couldn't get up from lying down.
I don’t know when I fell asleep.
Day four.
She dragged her tired body to the old man's house again.
The old man was puffing away at a cigarette, and the smoke was lingering in his white hair, adding a touch of age and loneliness that no one knew about.
He glanced at the pale Yu Keqing and finally spoke slowly: "Let me know if you have any requests."
Surprise suddenly flashed across Yu Keqing's dull face, and the fatigue of the past few days was gone. She said happily: "I would like to ask Mr. to make another purple clay tea set like this."
Yu Keqing took out the photo and handed it to the old man.
The old man glanced at the picture, his eyes flashed, and he looked up at her, "Someone has been here before, and he also hopes that I can make this tea set again... What is your relationship with him?"
Yu Keqing's face changed slightly and she spoke softly: "He is my future father-in-law."
The old man's eyes fell on her face again, and after staring for a moment, he slowly moved away and continued to smoke his pipe.
Smoke rose in circles, floating in the quiet environment.
Yu Keqing held her breath and looked at him quietly, as if she was waiting to announce something shocking.
After a long time, the old man slowly exhaled the smoke and said in a deep voice: "For the sake of your filial piety, I promise you."
In an instant, Yu Keqing was pleasantly surprised, and her exhausted body was instantly filled with vitality.
Like the dark sky with long fog, the endless refreshing wind suddenly blew through, sweeping away all the gloom...
Yu Keqing and Mr. Chen moved to Yixing, Jiangsu, in search of the best quality purple sand.
After many days of struggling, Yu Keqing finally got Cheng De's favorite purple clay tea set.