Han Qingsong covered her with a quilt and took a book away from her hand, “Stop reading.”
Lin Lan acted coquettishly towards him, “Then you read it to .”
Lin Lan liked to listen to him read. He was precise, cadenced and his voice was magnetic and deep, which was very pleasant to listen to.
However, it’s a common problem among people of this era to ss up words with similar pronunciations.
For example, when it cos to the word ‘chose’, he would always read it as ‘cho-zay’ and Lin Lan would repeat it in her mind, “You cho-zay , I cho-zay you, we cho-zay each other…” With that in her head, she would start to laugh uncontrollably(1).
(T/N: The Chinese version makes more sense, but since there isn’t an English equivalent for the 4 Chinese pinyin pronunciations, I translated it to sothing similar)
Han Qingsong glared at her and said, “Don’t laugh.”
Her cheeks were red and her posture was sluggish. Because she had a fever, tears were about to flow from her eyes as if she was drunk. He was entirely speechless just looking at her and the atmosphere around them started to beco a bit sparked.
Since it was still dusk, the lighting was dim. But even with that subtle light, her face looked like a layer of foundation was lathered all over it to make her appear fairer, becoming more attractive like a flower.
He couldn’t help but want to kiss, touch and hug her.
The two of them were still lost in the mood when the footsteps of children rushing ho could be heard outside.
“Mother, mother, you are so amazing!”
Lin Lan quickly put on her clothes and sat upright, telling Han Qingsong to stay away from her to prevent the children from saying anything else.
Sanwang rushed in first, “Mother, did soone really fall into the river and was rescued by you? Why didn’t you call for to save them? I would have…”
Han Qingsong pulled him aside, telling him not to let the cold wind blow against Lin Lan before covering her with a quilt.
The children were chirping about, surprised that Lin Lan actually saved the drowned woman.
Lin Lan, “I wasn’t the one who got her out of the river. Plus, she’s still alive as she rely fell unconscious.”
She didn’t expect that at this mont, the village doctor would publicise the matter all over the brigade. Although his dical skills were not very good, his words were apparently very effective.
Lin Lan thought that he should be recruited into the publicity team.
Xiaowang’s legs were too short to get on the kang and he was so anxious that he started jumping up and down frantically, so Dawang picked him up and put him on the kang.
Xiaowang took off his shoes and stepped forward, wanting to touch Lin Lan’s forehead with his own.
Lin Lan stopped him, “I don’t want to infect you.”
Maisui gave Lin Lan her softest handkerchief to prevent her from harming her nose if she decided to blow on it.
Erwang said, “Mom, you are better than the doctor in our village. All he knows is to drink more warm water and soak your feet into a hot bath. Life and death depends on destiny and your wealth depends on the Gods.”
Everyone laughed when he said that.
Sanwang was too anxious to barge in on the conversation, but he managed to ask, “What’s that breathing technique? How did you know how to do it, mother?”
The doctor spoke very vividly to the other villagers. Liu Chuncai was especially curious and asked many questions, going as far as simulating the entire process.
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