"It’s fine, if she really only learns for three days and then stops, it doesn’t matter," Rong Yan was unconcerned.
Painting also requires talent.
If the talent isn’t there, then the learning will be just so-so.
If Song Pingping wants to co, she can learn with Qin i. If she doesn’t want to continue, then that’s fine, too. Rong Yan didn’t insist on it.
Song Xiuxiu: "Okay then! Thanks, Sister Rong, I’ll head back now."
Rong Yan nodded, watching her leave before closing the door.
However, when she returned to the courtyard, that’s when she rembered there was sothing happening tomorrow!
Never mind, if Song Pingping cos tomorrow, she can just play with Qin i.
In the evening, Madam Rong ca back with so white cloth and also gave Rong Yan a red cloth hat.
"Put this on tomorrow."
"Why?" Rong Yan had never experienced such a thing, so she was sowhat curious.
At most in the past, she would wear all black with a white flower and tie a white cloth strip around her arm.
She had never worn a red hat before.
"As a granddaughter, you wear this, and then just drape the white clothes over yourself," Madam Rong had just said when she saw her daughter tugging at the rough threads of the red hat and imdiately slapped her hand that was fiddling about, "Don’t pull on it. The hat will fall apart if you keep doing that."
It had only been roughly and hastily sewn to keep it together.
Rong Yan: ...
Okay then! It really would fall apart if she kept at it, so she stopped her fidgeting.
"After the burial tomorrow, is Dad coming back?" He seed to have been staying there for many days now.
Ever since the old lady died, he hadn’t co back ho.
"Uh-huh, after everything is done tomorrow, I guess he’ll be back later in the evening."
"Is his health okay, though?" She hadn’t seen him for a while and didn’t know if her father’s health could hold up.
After all, the food over there wasn’t as good as at ho, and even the accommodations weren’t as comfortable.
Plus, with the nightti vigils, he probably hadn’t had a good night’s sleep.
Madam Rong didn’t want to talk about it because it irritated her.
"...He’s fine! Stop worrying."
Rong Yan could still hear a hint of resentnt in her mother’s voice, so she wisely chose not to continue the subject.
Madam Rong: "I’m going to cook."
***
At ten o’clock at night, Rong Yan heard a knock on the door.
She was a bit surprised— who could it be at this late hour?
Plus, her mother wasn’t ho tonight.
The only ones in the whole house were her and Qin i.
So, she was the one who had to answer the door.
When she opened the door and saw who was standing outside, she was very surprised, "Qin Ye, how co you’re back?" Wasn’t it supposed to be a long ti before you returned? How long has it been since you left?
Not even three days, right?
Seeing his wife, Qin Ye’s heart overflowed with joy.
"Because the research institute isn’t busy, so I ca back. Tomorrow, I’ll accompany you to the funeral."
Actually, he didn’t want his wife to be the subject of gossip tomorrow.
Hearing his words, the corners of Rong Yan’s mouth involuntarily twitched.
"So, you ca back this late just to accompany tomorrow?"
"...Yes." Qin Ye didn’t want to lie, and indeed, that was his reason.
Rong Yan: ...
You really are sothing.
"Co in first."
Qin Ye didn’t bring any luggage with him when he ca back, and because it was a rush, he hadn’t bought anything else either.
He ca back empty-handed.
Stepping in, he imdiately shut the door behind him.
He reached out and took Rong Yan’s hand.
"Wife..."
Rong Yan turned her head to look at him, thinking he had sothing to say, but found he was just gazing at her with burning eyes.
"...Are you hungry? Do you want to eat sothing more?"
"Hungry." Qin Ye’s reply was crisp and straightforward.
If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes... Rong Yan wouldn’t have thought there was a hidden aning.
Rong Yan: ...
Incredible, she’s only been gone for a few days? Her honest man seems to have picked up so bad habits.
But without catching the aning in his eyes, she went on to say, "There’s food in the kitchen, you can just heat it up."
"Is Mom not here?" Qin Ye’s attention drifted slightly.
"She’s not, she went to sleep at the old house since she has to get up early tomorrow. It’s a bit far to stay here, not very convenient."
"So what ti are we planning to go over tomorrow?" Qin Ye asked.
"Let’s get there by six tomorrow! I heard we have to leave for the mountains at six thirty, take a walk, probably takes about an hour."
If it was by bike, it would be only half an hour.
But cycling was not an option for tomorrow.
"Fine." Qin Ye had no complaints about waking up early.
Rong Yan still directed him to get food from the kitchen.
"Do you want to cook for yourself or shall I do it for you?"
Qin Ye wouldn’t dream of having his wife lift a finger.
"I can do it myself."
He first went to the kitchen to check, then took out so chilled rice, poured so room-temperature water over it, and carelessly stirred a few tis.
To make do, when he was alone, he really wasn’t particular about food.
Returning to their room, Qin Ye saw his wife sitting on the bed reading a book, and his heart was beating very fast.
"Wife..."
His voice was sowhat hoarse.
Rong Yan closed the book, then looked at him, "You go take a shower first."
"Okay!" The word contained an excitent Qin Ye himself could hardly control.
Ten minutes later, Qin Ye ca back, chilled.
His gaze unwaveringly fell on his wife.
"Wife, tonight, can I?"
eting his burning gaze, Rong Yan smiled faintly, "...No can do! It’s that ti of the month..."
The timing really couldn’t be worse.
Qin Ye naturally understood.
There was no disappointnt in his eyes, instead, he asked anxiously, "Does your stomach hurt? Do you want so Brown Sugar water?"
"I don’t usually get pains, you know that. Alright, stop dawdling and get up here, let’s get so sleep, we have to rise early tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ye obediently got into bed. Even though he couldn’t do what he wanted tonight, it didn’t prevent him from holding soone.
Just holding his wife filled his heart with unprecedented satisfaction.
"Wife, did you miss these past few days?"
This question suddenly popped up in the dark.
Rong Yan imdiately replied, "Yes! Missed you every day and night." She apologized for this kind little lie.
But it was true she missed him, just not that intensely.
After all, she had been busy every day.
Only love-struck people think of nothing but their partners.
She may not have been dreaming of stars and the sea, but surely she couldn’t spend twenty-four hours a day thinking only of a man?
Yet the purely good-natured Qin Ye was imnsely satisfied with his wife’s words.
In the darkness, he couldn’t help but cup her face in his hands and planted a precise kiss on her...
The next day, Rong Yan was woken up.
"Wife, ti to get up."
Rong Yan hadn’t slept much last night because the heat of this human furnace was a bit too much.
Originally, if Qin Ye hadn’t co, she would have just slept in space.
With him here, she could only hold... and they hurt each other, no, she was the one who got hurt.
After all, Qin Ye was terribly agreeable to it.
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