Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Sure enough, two days later, the notice for recruiting new teachers for the primary school in the brigade was issued. While the crowd was still noisily crowding in front of the notice board under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, pushing and shoving each other and stretching their necks to watch the excitement, Lin Xi, who knew the news in advance, had already taken Song Guanwen to the county town.

"Comrade Lin, this scarf looks really beautiful on you. Would you really like to get one? The girls in the provincial capital love it."

Behind the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative, a salesperson with her hair combed meticulously was holding a red silk scarf with white flowers in her hand and handing it to a young man and woman who were simply dressed but had good looks.

"No, we just want one pound of brown sugar and two pounds of White Rabbit candy, wrapped tightly in red paper. Thank you."

As soon as the salesperson finished speaking, Lin Xi quickly pressed down Song Guanwen's fingers that were hanging by his side and were about to move, turned her head and gave him a warning look, then spoke politely to the salesperson.

"Oh! It's not a big deal. We're all serving the people. It's just that this scarf really suits you. It's a pity."

Seeing this, the salesperson took a look at Lin Xi's rosy and pretty face, shook his head with some regret, but did not insist in the end. He quickly folded the scarf in his hand and put it back on the counter.

Although her supply and marketing cooperative was not as good as the newly opened department store in the county, it had people coming and going every day. Logically, it would not have been possible for her to remember the pair of educated youth who only came once or twice every few months.

But she just remembered them - it was not because the two of them were a perfect match, the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, and they looked like they had walked out of a picture magazine when they stood in front of the counter, but because the two of them were so good at spending money.

Especially the male educated youth named Song. Every time he came to the supply and marketing cooperative, it was like New Year's Day. No matter he was alone or with others, he would always buy a lot of things.

Not to mention the necessities such as sugar, salt, sauce and vinegar, he also bought a lot of the most rare and fashionable items displayed in the most conspicuous places on the counter. She often wondered in her heart, could it be that he was the only one who earned all the work points at their educated youth site?

What impressed her even more was that this educated young man, Song, was particularly interested in the things that young girls liked, such as vanishing cream from Shanghai, lace-trimmed headbands, and the latest Dacron shirts...

Those fashionable items that city girls would have to consider for a long time before buying were as cheap as gold to him. He would take one or two away seven or eight times out of ten.

The most amazing thing is his willingness to pay. As long as she casually compliments him by saying, "These white sneakers are very fashionable now," or "This floral fabric will look good on a skirt," he will immediately take out his wallet, and he does it so quickly, as if the money in his pocket is hot.

These are not all. If these two people get angry one day, it will be even more serious. As long as Lin Zhiqing shows some interest, he will immediately pay the money to bury it without any hesitation. If he hadn't been stopped by Lin Zhiqing, he would probably move half of the supply and marketing cooperative back.

Even the salesperson who was used to seeing people spending money lavishly was shocked by this scene. Look at this wasteful attitude. Does Song Zhiqing have mountains of gold and silver in his family?

Song Guanwen didn't know that in the eyes of the salesperson, he had become a complete "spendthrift".

Although he still had some gold bars in his hands, they were not a mountain of gold and silver that could provide him with a worry-free life for the rest of his life. The reason why he was a little better off was mainly because he relied on his cooperation with Chen Caiqing to trade in goods and save up a lot of wealth.

He knew that Chen Caiqing had a secret that she could not tell anyone, otherwise it would be impossible for her, an educated youth who had left her hometown and had no roots in the local area, to get so many scarce and popular goods.

But he is not a person who likes to dig into things, and everyone in the world is busy seeking profit. Since Chen Caiqing chose to cooperate with him and he has gained tangible benefits from it, anyone with a brain would not do anything to dig his own grave.

Although many people had mocked him openly or secretly for having a slave's life when he first came to the educated youth site, apart from some mild mysophobia, he was not very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Although he was not as stingy as Li Bin in his daily financial expenses, he was also very frugal, and most of the time he could even live a hard life.

Moreover, because of going to the countryside, he and Song's father and others had completely broken off relations. He came to the countryside where he didn't know when he would be able to return, although he had the gold he had hidden in the book to rely on.

But life was bleak and the road ahead was uncertain, so he naturally did not want to and dared not spend his money on anything other than the necessary food and clothing.

But Lin Xi is different.

Ever since he met her, Song Guanwen felt that his dull and gloomy life had become full of life, just like a tender new sprout suddenly sprouted from the lifeless soil after a cold winter.

The delicate new buds need careful care so that they can grow into towering trees rooted in the soil.

He secretly stuffed hot eggs into Lin Xi's hands every day, and his pockets were always bulging with candies, as if he could never finish them all. He made her a bowl of malted milk every two or three days, nourishing Lin Xi's thin body bit by bit, making her become rosy and healthy at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a spring bamboo after rain.

Not only that, he also began to pay attention to the new wool scarves in the department store, pondered the vanishing creams on the supply and marketing cooperative counter, and even stood in front of the fabric counter, clumsily comparing which color of Dacron would look better with her skin tone.

Just as Lin Xi said when she laughed at him - Song Guanwen is a clingy person.

Ever since the moment he jumped into the water without hesitation three years ago, Song Guanwen knew that he would never be able to let go of Lin Xi's hand in this life.

He liked Lin Xi, and was even somewhat morbidly attached to her, but he didn't want to be like the dodder clinging to a tree - it would wrap itself around it weakly, seemingly harmless, but in fact it would absorb the other's nutrients over a long period of time, and finally strangle its prey bit by bit.

He would rather be another tree, with roots connected to his sapling and branches overlapping.

When it rains, his crown will be wet first; when the wind blows, his branches will be bent first. The shadows of the two trees blend on the ground, and it is impossible to tell who is protecting whom, and who is clinging to whom.

As the days passed and the tree rings grew, his roots entangled with her more tightly in the dark, but he always remembered to leave space for her to stretch.

True symbiosis is not about possession, but about allowing each other to grow stronger and taller.

But... that's the theory, but accidents are always likely to happen in practice.

After all, not everyone can do it. When your sweetheart is wearing a beautiful silk scarf and smiling sweetly at you with curved eyebrows, you can resist the urge to buy something for her, even though she had already told him not to spend money on her before stepping into the door of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Catching a glimpse of Lin Xi's warning look from the corner of his eye, Song Guanwen cleared his throat guiltily, stretched out his fingertips and gently scratched Lin Xi's palm with a bit of intimate flattery.

Seeing that Lin Xi shrank her palm because of his little action and her ears instantly turned a faint pink, Song Guanwen then held her fingertips again under the cover of the counter and nodded to the salesperson.

"Well, that's all. Just listen to her."