Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 501: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (71)

The bus started slowly in the cold air, and the breath of the passengers in the car formed a blurry white mist on the glass.

Lin Xi pressed her face against the cold car window, looking out at the small figures chasing the car tenaciously. In the bleak sky and earth, they were like a few dead leaves blown by the wind, getting smaller and smaller, gradually condensing into tiny black dots, and finally completely blending into the gray skyline.

"Don't cry," Song Guanwen's low and gentle voice rang in Lin Xi's ears. He took out a neatly folded handkerchief and gently wiped Lin Xi's cheek while comforting her. "It's cold, be careful about your chapped face."

After wiping away the tears, he took out the familiar small round box from his bag, unscrewed the lid, dipped some cold cream with his fingertips, and spread it evenly on her cold cheeks and nose.

"I really can't bear to leave these children..." Lin Xi's voice was muffled and nasal. Feeling the gentle force on her face, she subconsciously rubbed it against Song Guanwen's palm.

"We'll see each other next year." Song Guanwen's palm fell on her thin shoulder, patting it rhythmically. Although his tone was a little depressed, it was still much better than Lin Xi's. "Buy them more food when the time comes."

"Yeah." Lin Xi responded softly, buried her face deeper into the fabric of his shoulder, took a deep breath, and said nothing more.

The carriage was silent for a while, with only the monotonous hum of the engine and the breathing of a few dozing passengers, which seemed a little dull.

After a while, as if finally calming down, Lin Xi suddenly raised her head and looked out the window at the bleak fields that were receding. Her voice was filled with uncertainty and erratic: "Tell me, what is the capital... like? They say it's very dry over there, with strong winds and sandstorms, and that in spring the whole city is covered with willow catkins. Can we... get used to it?"

"Of course we can," Song Guanwen held her wrist, which was resting on his knee, and rubbed his thumb soothingly on her slightly cool fingertips. "We've been in the countryside for so many years, through wind, rain, and mud, and we've endured all of this hardship, haven't we?"

Having said that, he paused, then suddenly turned sideways, his warm lips almost touching her earlobe. He lowered his voice, using an intimate tone that only the two of them could hear, and said, "But compared to this... I'm more concerned about something else right now."

"What?" Lin Xi felt a tingling sensation in her ears from the warm breath he exhaled when he leaned close to speak, and she subconsciously shrank her neck.

When Song Guanwen saw her like this, the smile in his eyes deepened, but he did not rush to answer. Instead, he gently held Lin Xi's hand and led it to reach into the pocket of his thick cotton coat.

"Hmm? What?" Lin Xi was a little confused by him, her fingertips slightly curled up, with a little fear, but she did not struggle.

"Don't be afraid." Song Guanwen pinched her palm, and his warm palm wrapped around her slightly cold hand, guiding her to grope in her pocket.

The lining of the pocket carried his body temperature, warm and comfortable. Lin Xi couldn't help but relax her fingertips and let him cover the back of her hand. After a little groping, he grabbed a handful of round, hard little things.

"Peanuts...dates...and this is...longan?" Lin Xi spread out her palms and looked at the dark brown round fruits with wrinkled skin lying in her palms, blinking in confusion.

"Well, but it would be more accurate to call it longan." Song Guanwen's voice was filled with a smile. He stretched out his fingers and picked up one from her palm. He squeezed it with his thumb and index finger slightly, and the dry shell made a crisp "click" sound and cracked open, revealing the dark brown, slightly curled flesh inside.

He patiently peeled off the broken shell and handed the fruit flesh to Lin Xi's lips. Seeing her eat it obediently, the smile in his eyes couldn't help but deepen a little. "Aunt Guifen just stuffed it into my mouth."

"Oh?" Lin Xi used the tip of her tongue to gently tease the sweet flesh in her mouth, her voice a little unclear. "Isn't Chen Caiqing about to give birth? Why doesn't Aunt Guifen save these blood-tonifying things for her own daughter-in-law?"

Chen Caiqing and Zhao Changdong got married at the beginning of this year. She is now more than six months pregnant and therefore did not make it in time to take part in this year's college entrance examination. Lin Xi thought that although Chen Caiqing and the team leader's family were not short of these things, pregnant women always needed more nourishment, so she asked casually.

"I refused too." Song Guanwen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he picked up a pitted red date and handed it to her lips very naturally, "But Aunt Guifen said..."

"What did you say?" Lin Xi spit the longan seed in her mouth into the handkerchief that Song Guanwen unfolded, then took the red date into her mouth and looked at him with a little doubt.

Song Guanwen's gaze fell on the corner of her moist lips. His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward slightly, his warm breath caressing her sensitive earlobe. His voice was very low, with a hint of tickling: "She said...we've been married for two years, and there's still no news. She asked me to...work hard."

"What... cough! Cough cough cough cough!" Lin Xi took a sharp breath and burst into a deafening coughing fit in an instant. Her whole face suddenly turned red, even brighter than the red date in her mouth.

Song Guanwen quickly reached out and gently patted her back, then unscrewed the lid of the military water bottle and carefully fed her a few sips of warm water. Seeing Lin Xi's rapid breathing gradually calm down, he sighed slightly and looked at Lin Xi with a pair of eyes that he didn't know whether it was aggrieved or resentful.

"Xixi, do you think I should make up for it?"

"Of course... no need!" Lin Xi suddenly raised her head and quickly scanned the carriage like a frightened deer.

Fortunately, the carriage was empty in the early morning, with only one or two passengers dozing off in their seats, and no one paid attention to what was happening on their side.

She then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stuffed the dried fruits in her hand, which felt like hot potatoes, back into Song Guanwen's thick cotton-padded jacket pockets.

"I, I'm not Huaxu!" She hastily defended herself, her cheeks as red as ripe dates, and her long-standing stuttering suddenly broke out. "How could...what could happen?"

Seeing her like this, Song Guanwen's eyes flashed with a smile. He quickly leaned over and pecked her hot cheek lightly. Then he took her slightly cool hand and rubbed it against his face. The corners of his mouth curved into a triumphant arc: "Just kidding."

After saying that, he squeezed Lin Xi's palm soothingly, moved his shoulder closer to her head, closed his eyes, and gently advised: "Get some sleep, the road to the train station is still long."