A bowl of hot yet sweet ginger tea; a pair of dry but slightly loose clothes; some intimate and sincere words.
Xia Qingyuan is just young and still has some teenage impulsiveness, but he is still smart.
After feeling that his sister and brother-in-law were still affectionate to him, his shame also resurfaced.
He really shouldn't bother his newly married sister and brother-in-law late at night.
Seeing his brother-in-law with 'sorry' written all over his face, Sun Fugui felt funny in his heart and walked to the door of the room and opened it.
"Qingyuan's clothes have been changed, and I watched him drink the ginger tea."
After hearing Sun Fugui's words, Xia Qingmai walked out, looked at Xia Qingyuan and continued: "Are you going back tonight? If you don't go back, sleep with your brother-in-law, and I will sleep on the small bed with Shuyu."
Although he wanted to stay, Xia Qingyuan still shook his head firmly.
"No, I'll go back to sleep."
He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that if he stayed, he would disturb his sister and brother-in-law. Xia Qingyuan was unwilling to do anything annoying.
Seeing Xia Qingyuan's resolute attitude, Xia Qingmai did not force the guest to stay. He went back to the house and took an umbrella from the door and handed it to him. He also said: "Come to the house early tomorrow to help entertain the guests. Uncle Qin, do you remember? He will come tomorrow. We have dinner at home with your brother-in-law’s comrade Yu Zesheng and your sister Lulu.”
When Xia Qingyuan heard what the second sister said, he immediately nodded and said: "Okay, I understand, I will definitely come early."
As he spoke, Xia Qingyuan also took the umbrella from Xia Qingmai's hand and prepared to leave.
While the two siblings were talking, Sun Fugui also went to put on his raincoat. As soon as Xia Qingyuan finished speaking, he immediately picked up, "I'll see Qingyuan off by bike, otherwise I'll have to wait for him to walk back this late at night. I’m afraid my clothes will get wet again.”
Xia Qingyuan was about to shake his head when he heard what his brother-in-law said, but before he shook his head, Xia Qingmai had already nodded and said: "Then you can send it off, I'll wait for you at home."
After saying that, Xia Qingmai paused and continued to say to Xia Qingyuan and Sun Fugui: "Go early and come back early. If you have anything to say, we'll talk tomorrow."
Hearing what his sister said, Xia Qingyuan didn't dare to speak anymore. He just thought about what to bring to his second sister's house for dinner tomorrow.
He had just paid last month's salary, paid his mother two yuan, and given another five yuan for household expenses, and he still had about ten yuan and a few tickets left.
Although I don’t have much money, I can still afford to buy things.
Watching Sun Fugui and Xia Qingyuan rush into the rain, Xia Qingmai also turned back to the pot, ready to continue adding water to make Sun Fugui a bowl of ginger tea.
Although the temperature is not too low on a rainy night in early autumn, it is still good to drink a bowl of ginger tea.
Sitting in front of the stove, the flickering light of the fire reflected on Xia Qingmai's face. She was in a very good mood with her eyebrows stretched.
Originally, she planned to make a complete break with the Xia family through the adoption matter, but now she changed her mind.
My younger brother Xia Qingyuan still has a conscience. She can move around more in the future, so that if someone says that she is too cruel and unfeeling towards her biological parents, she can still have something to say.
'Being bad to them is naturally because they are not good to me either. If they care about me as much as Qingyuan does, how can I say nothing to them? '
After thinking about this in his mind, Xia Qingmai nodded with satisfaction.
As for whether things will change after my younger brother gets married, there are still at least four years left, so it is too early to consider this now.
The ginger soup in the pot boiled again, and Sun Fugui would not be back for a while, so Xia Qingmai smoked a thick tree trunk under the stove, leaving only a little residual fire to warm the ginger soup in the pot under the pot.
Xia Qingmai got up and was about to go back to see if the two children had kicked off the quilt. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard another voice coming from outside the door.
She took two steps forward, and the sound of 'meow, meow' at the door became clearer.
"Where did the cat come from?" As he spoke, Xia Qingmai also looked out of the window.
Although it was hard to see clearly without the moon on a rainy night, Xia Qingmai opened the door again after making sure there was no one at the door.
Just as the door to the outer room was opened, a sweet cat meowed again.
Xia Qingmai lowered his head subconsciously, and then met a pair of round eyes.
The familiar pattern and the body that was still a little chubby after being exposed to the rain were the result of the tricolor civet cat she had petted last month.
"Why did you run from the cement factory to the transportation team?" As he spoke, Xia Qingmai quickly turned back and found an old piece of clothing with a book written on it.
"Come on, let me wipe it for you."
The civet cat in the cement factory was very familiar with Xia Qingmai. When Xia Qingmai was at the cement factory, she often fed it, held it and massaged it.
However, Xia Qingmai didn't know how old it was, but it must be three or four years old.
When it heard Xia Qingmai's words, it cautiously stepped forward and walked towards her step by step.
It's not that it's curious that she came all the way to find it, it's just uncomfortable because its fur is wet!
Shuyu's old clothes had two patches and a new slit, which he didn't plan to get rid of.
It is suitable to be used to wipe the body of a civet cat at this moment.
Xia Qingmai just wiped it and became speechless.
"We haven't seen each other for about ten days, right? Why have you gained so much weight again? And how many good things have you eaten in your belly?"
Xia Qingmai wiped the cat's body and massaged it with skillful techniques.
There was still a fire on the stove, and it didn't take long for the fur on the cat's body to dry.
The civet cat with dry hair looked fatter. It stretched lazily and began to walk around, like a general patrolling his territory.
Xia Qingmai guessed that it was looking for a place to sleep, so he quickly went to get some old newspapers.
"I'll make a nest for you, and you can make do with it at my house tonight."
It was raining outside, and with the occasional feeding affection from the past three or four years, Xia Qingmai couldn't get it out.
Xia Qingmai didn't feel the passage of time when he had something to do, so when Sun Fugui came back from seeing Xia Qingyuan off, he saw his wife sitting by the stove with a civet cat lying in her arms.
"Where did the cat come from at home?" As he spoke, Sun Fugui took off his raincoat and took two steps forward, "Huh? It looks like a cat in a cement factory. I've seen it twice."
Xia Qingmai didn't expect Sun Fugui to know this cat, but she didn't need to introduce him.
"I don't know when it came. It probably followed Qingyuan. I heard it meowing at the door as soon as you left."
"When it walked in, I saw that the fur on its body was all wet. I guess it came in to take shelter from the rain."
Hearing what Xia Qingmai said and seeing her hugging her, Sun Fugui knew that she liked him.
Thinking that there is no shortage of food and drink at home, Sun Fugui nodded and said: "If you like it, we can keep it. There is no shortage of food for a cat at home."
As he spoke, Sun Fugui saw Xia Qingmai finally put the civet cat into the temporary nest beside the stove, and then he quickly stepped forward and picked her up.
The sudden weightlessness startled Xia Qingmai. When she subconsciously hugged Sun Fugui's neck, she heard him whisper in her ear: "No one will disturb you now. Let's do something between husband and wife." A matter of blood circulation.”
