Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"I'm not a peddler, I'm mainly a collector, but since I've met a beautiful sister like you, I can make an exception for you. Sister, what do you want to buy?"

Xu Damao smiled and spoke in a gentle voice. His eyes fell on the tall and pretty woman in front of him, and a ripple surged in his heart.

"Ah! We are running out of salt and soy sauce at home. Do you have any in your car? This way I don't have to go all the way to the store to buy some."

The woman's voice was clear and melodious, like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, which made people feel good about her. Her eyes were as clear as water, revealing a kind of innocence and kindness.

"Oh, I do have the two things you mentioned in my car, but I don't sell things. I mainly collect things. Does your family have any old things, antiques, old furniture from the previous dynasty, porcelain, copper coins, etc.? As long as they are old, it will be fine."

Hearing this, Xu Damao's heart was moved. He knew that he had encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He immediately had a different idea and a sly smile appeared on his face.

The woman replied somewhat embarrassedly: "I seem to have these at home. Come in, I'll take them out and show them to you. Can you sell me the salt and soy sauce?" Her eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and nervousness.

Xu Damao was delighted. He nodded in agreement and pushed his bicycle into the woman's home.

After entering the yard, Xu Damao saw that the yard was full of various fruit trees, including apple and pomegranate trees. He couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, this yard is really nice!" Then he turned around and asked the woman: "By the way, I don't know your sister's name yet?"

After Xu Damao entered the yard, he looked around and kept praising the cleanliness and comfort of the yard.

He saw a leafless tree in the yard and couldn't help asking curiously what kind of tree it was, whether it was an apple tree.

Niu Chunhong smiled when she heard his question and told Xu Damao that his guess was correct. Then, Xu Damao took out a bottle of soy sauce and a can of salt from the back basket and casually placed them on the wooden table in the yard.

"By the way, my name is Niu Chunhong, you can call me Sister Hong~"

Niu Chunhong looked at Xu Damao with a smile and asked, "So, what should I call you, little brother?"

Xu Damao scratched his head a little embarrassedly and replied: "My name is Xu Damao. I am a projectionist and was sent here to work. At the same time, I also want to take the opportunity to collect some old things and sell them back in the city."

Hearing Xu Damao's answer, Niu Chunhong's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "Oh, so you are a projectionist from the city! I was wondering why you look so handsome, totally unlike those rough men in our village. It's quite cold outside, why don't you come in and sit for a while."

After saying that, Niu Chunhong picked up a bag of salt and a bottle of soy sauce on the wooden table in the yard, and walked into the room with her slender waist twisted lightly. Her movements were graceful and charming, and Xu Damao couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Since the beautiful woman invited him, Xu Damao naturally would not be polite. He walked into the house with a smile, secretly looking forward to what interesting things would happen next.

As soon as he entered the house, a warm atmosphere hit him, making Xu Damao feel comfortable and relaxed. He noticed that the house was warm and tidy, with some family photos hanging on the wall, adding a bit of life.

Niu Chunhong warmly invited Xu Damao to sit down, then picked up the thermos and poured him a cup of steaming hot water. She said gently, "Come, drink some hot water first to warm your body. It's cold today, and your feet won't be warm enough when you sleep at night."

Xu Damao gratefully took the cup, blew on it gently, and then drank the hot water in small sips. He felt that this moment was particularly pleasant, as if all his fatigue had been dispelled.

Niu Chunhong looked at Xu Damao with a twinkle in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Take a break here first. I'll go get something."

After saying that, Niu Chunhong gave Xu Damao a charming smile, then turned and walked into the room, ready to look for those old items.

Xu Damao sat on the sofa, drinking water while listening to the sound of rummaging in the inner room. He was a little curious, but he was too embarrassed to rush in to help, so he had to wait quietly.

Suddenly, Niu Chunhong's cry of surprise came from the inner room: "Oh!" followed by a muffled sound, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

When Xu Damao heard the noise, he immediately stood up and asked nervously, "What's wrong, Sister Hong?" He was worried that Niu Chunhong might have encountered some accident or difficulty.

He walked quickly to the inner room to see if he needed help. When he reached the door, he saw Niu Chunhong squatting on the ground, covering his knees with his hands, with a painful expression on his face.

Xu Damao quickly stepped forward to inquire about the situation and expressed his willingness to help. He asked with concern: "Sister Hong, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Niu Chunhong raised her head, forced a smile, and said, "No... I'm fine, I just accidentally fell and hit my knee."

"Oh, why are you so careless..."

Xu Damao looked at Sister Hong falling to the ground, hurriedly walked forward, pretended to be distressed, bent down and helped Sister Hong up.

"It's okay, it's just that this stool is broken, I just stepped on it and fell down."

Sister Hong sat on the ground, supporting herself with her hands, with an embarrassed and shy expression on her face, and spoke softly.

"Are you going to take the box up there? Just tell me. Oh, look what happened. It's all my fault. If I hadn't come to your house to collect those old things, you wouldn't have fallen. Blame it on me."

Xu Damao carefully helped Sister Hong up, then half-held her and placed her on the bed next to him. Such an intimate action made Sister Hong's face turn red instantly.

Then, Xu Damao stood up and reached out to take down a wooden box on the wardrobe. He dusted it off and said to Sister Hong with a smile, "Sister Hong, it's locked. Please open it."

"The key is under the mattress on the other side of the bed. My legs have been bruised and it's inconvenient. Can you help me get it, little brother?"

"Okay!" Xu Damao responded, walked to the bed, lifted the mattress, and found the key. He picked up the key and asked curiously, "Sister Hong, what's in it? And what is this?"

Xu Damao found the key quickly, and then he picked up a piece of soft and smooth red cloth and played with it curiously. When he opened it, he was surprised to find that it was a red bellyband...

He subconsciously put it under his nose and smelled it. Hmm, a faint fragrance came to his nose...