Siheyuan: Rebirth 52, intercepting Qin Huairu

After quickly preparing a dose of antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine, Huang Shan gently brought it to her lips, hoping that she would recover soon.

After this short night passed, Yang Chunhua slowly sat up, attracted by the smell of food. The plate of porridge and dry food brought by Huang Shan lifted her spirits.

She seemed to be immersed in the deliciousness of a dream, her eyes flickering and slightly **.

Seeing her like this, Huang Shan felt a slight joy in his heart.

Although he doesn't know what the future will be like, he still firmly believes that good intentions will always bear fruit.

Fortunately, as the former "leader", the Huang family always had necessary medicines in stock, and he fed her the two emergency medicines as quickly as possible.

May this sudden illness not become an indelible mark in each other’s life journey.

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"Don't wake up now! Wait until I finish eating before going to rest," Yang Chunhua said in a delirious voice.

Huang Shan waved his hand in front of her, but got no response from her. Yang Chunhua just lowered her head and chewed, not knowing whether it was a real reaction or she was pretending.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Huang Shan didn't dare let her eat too much. It was really impossible for her to pretend to be sick as her body had not yet recovered.

After drinking a bowl of soup, he put a tortilla in his mouth.

However, the cake had already been collected and hidden invisibly during Huangshan's action.

"Even the dream didn't fill me up, did it?" Yang Chunhua muttered softly.

Then she picked up the empty bowl and began to lick it. Her exaggerated posture left Huang Shan dumbfounded.

What is even more shocking is that Yang Chunhua not only cleaned her own dishes, but also cleaned up Huangshan's dishes completely without any residue.

After finishing the last bit of the drink, she returned to the bedroom happily, not even leaving Huangshan's quilt behind, which she gently covered herself with.

Her casual little gesture made people feel a little comfortable.

However, the clothes that Yang Chunhua had not yet taken off might suggest that she was used to sleeping outdoors and had great adaptability to the wild wind.

Witnessing this scene, Huangshan couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Thinking back to the sight of Yang Chunhua covered in dust and his own sweat-stained quilt - he simply didn't want to think about that kind of regret again.

However, when his eyes fell on the edge of the new, shiny, black quilt beside her, his expression suddenly turned into a self-deprecating smile: As a single man, what is there to be picky about? At least the other party no longer minds getting dirty.

After a while, Huang Shan saw that Yang Chunhua began to sweat while sleeping, and he heaved a long sigh of relief. She had escaped a disaster, and only because she met Huang Shan, who was not her "big brother" at the moment, did she have a chance of survival.

Seeing that the work was about to begin, Huang Shan hesitated for a moment, looked at Yang Chunhua who was still sleeping soundly, and left home.

Although he felt that keeping Yang Chunhua might pose risks.

But considering that his personal belongings were well stored, this was not the key point - only a little food and money were left.

Only after you have packed up your money and belongings, do you leave this place.

This time, even if I take a gamble, if I come back and find that Yang Chunhua has run away with the luggage, it will save me some trouble.

When he returned home again, he seemed to have taken the wrong road. The house was so tidy, the windows were clean and it was even brighter than before.

"Uncle Huangshan, you're back? Wait until I finish cleaning up here before I prepare lunch," I saw a capable young girl holding a rag and carefully wiping the kang cabinet in the inner room.

The messy ponytail showed a bit of messy beauty, and the clothes she wore were loose and baggy, which seemed not suitable for her figure, and thus exposed some small muscle lines.

Due to the angle, only one side of the outline can be seen - the side without the mark, but it also reveals the fresh and lovely charm of a girl.

Under the reflection of the sunlight, Mr. Huang's heart beat faster. Is this the "Yang Chunhua" stained with coal ash?

This outfit looks so familiar? It looks like something he once had.

He didn't really get a good look at the rude and unpretentious woman back then, but now as he looked at her again, she seemed even more mysterious?

Faced with the long gaze, Yang Chunhua felt a little confused at some point in her heart, and her eyes changed subtly.

Not long after Yang Chunhua left Huangshan, she woke up and started sweating. Her fever began to subside. In addition, she had a full meal and was in her prime, so her physical condition recovered quickly.

When she woke up, she was a little dazed. She looked around and instinctively lifted the quilt to make sure that her clothes were still covered with makeup before she relaxed a little.

However, looking at the unique birthmark on her face, she couldn't help but smile slightly, a smile that contained some self-deprecation.

Who would be moved by her appearance? Besides, her image was already tainted, so there wouldn't be many people who would give her a chance.

After sitting for a while, she gradually realized that she actually maintained a certain level of perception and mobility while unconscious, and had eaten some food - this discovery made her face slightly blush in her heart, it was a little habit that was hard to change.

I picked up a mirror on the windowsill and found that my face was covered with a thick layer of mud. I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable and itchy.

Looking at the greasiness on the edge of the quilt that had just been used, Yang Chunhua pouted her lips in disdain.

The shame in her heart was instantly thrown out of her mind, and she realized that there was probably nothing special about that person's appearance.

Thinking that Huangshan's family couldn't even finish dinner, she came up with the idea of ​​using labor as payment and decided to do some work.

She never thought of running away with the stuff, and even if she could beg or plead for mercy, she would never resort to stealing.

It's a commitment to personal principles that is essential to her life's purpose.

Taking this into consideration, Yang Chunhua opened her bedside table, picked out a relatively clean piece of clothing, and then began to wash herself and clean herself.

She knew very well that although her family conditions were difficult in the past, she was a girl who loved cleanliness, and she had always kept her home and herself tidy.

From this moment on, she began to take care of some daily chores for Huangshan, which to a certain extent offset her own meal expenses.

This was also the scene Huangshan saw when he returned home later.

"Brother Huang, please take a rest, I will prepare dinner right away.

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At this time, Yang Chunhua had finished cleaning her bedside cabinet, so she got out of her berth and started cooking.

At this moment, Huang Shan was finally able to see her face clearly, but he suppressed the slight affection in his heart.

Fortunately, being "experienced", he did not show any signs of panic.

This side profile is very beautiful, but the birthmark on the other cheek, coupled with the previous smile, makes her look like a ghost from hell, giving people an extremely terrifying illusion.

Huang Shan behaved relatively restrained and calm, after all, his appearance was not outstanding.

Being often looked down upon by others when he was young made him understand and feel similar emotional fluctuations.

At this moment, a similar pain seemed to touch the resonance in his heart. Without saying anything extra, he just sat there and watched Yang Chunhua's busy figure.

"Brother Huang, can we make a bowl of porridge tonight?"

Yang Chunhua bent down and looked for food in the cupboard to plan her evening meal.

Thinking of the cornmeal pancakes made by Huangshan at noon, although the quality was ordinary, she regretted that she could not bring out the potential of such high-quality cornmeal.

But in such a situation, conservation is also a necessary consideration - wheat gruel is not an option, as this is a way to use precious food.

Observing Yang Chunhua's posture through Huangshan, he immediately turned to the other side, feeling a little shy.

It seems that people who have been single for too long will unconsciously think that all women are good-looking.

Taking out a small bag of flour from the kang cabinet, Huang Shan said to Yang Chunhua: "Let's make some noodles!" The reason behind this behavior is not clear. He knows that fine grains are rare and precious, but when explaining himself, he found an excuse to make things reasonable - perhaps because Yang Chunhua is still sick, she should eat something good.

In fact, it is not that simple. It is more like Huangshan’s inner personal needs. He has no intention of showing off or taking special care of the other party.

There came a call from Qiannan,

"Noodle?"

Hearing Yang Chunhua's expectant look at the bag full of white bread in Huangshan's hand, my heart was filled with warm emotions.

She discovered the rarity of the fine grain while cleaning, and knowing how hard it was to obtain, she had no intention of possessing it.

But Huangshan’s answer was, “I want to eat noodles.”

This simple sentence made her feel happy.

"Yeah, okay then!" She took the white bag and planned to prepare just one portion. She was willing to satisfy her needs with soup noodles and a cornmeal cake.

At the same time, she did not forget to complain, "I don't know if you have saved enough food, otherwise how are you going to solve your dinner problem?" Huang Shan did not care about Yang Chunhua's nagging, but felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Unexpectedly, while the kitchen was busy, a sumptuous dinner was placed on the table.

Yang Chunhua couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw the big bowl full of wide noodles on Huangshan's table and the only bowl of noodle soup and the leftover corn tortillas next to it.

"Don't you want to eat too?" Huang Shan asked with a smile, his tone both proud and concerned.

"Brother Huangshan, white bread is too precious, you should eat more! I'll take care of the noodles, these are all I need.

"Before she could finish her words, Huang Shan had already put a large piece of noodles into her bowl, as if he was in a particularly good mood today.

The trust and understanding built up between them did not diminish as time went by, but became more natural and intimate.

Huang Shan's words were full of pride, "A regular worker's salary is 24 or 25 yuan per month, and he has a food quota of nearly 40 kilograms per month, how can you be missing out?" "Wow! That's a lot of money?" Yang Chunhua exclaimed, with admiration flashing in her eyes.

This was exactly what Huang Shan liked. He felt filled with satisfaction at her pure respect.

"This is my responsibility, it's just a trivial detail," she chuckled, secretly moved by this strange home.