The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 113

Tears kept overflowing from the corners of Xie Tingyu's eyes, running down the corners of her eyes and soaking the pillow.

    I can't finish it.

    There seemed to be a missing piece in his chest, and he felt violent pain.

    He seemed to have returned to Yejia Village.

    In Yejia Village in February, the ice and snow melted, the landscape was beautiful, the sound of birds was clear, and the loquat tree began to bear fruit. The orange fruit was full of flesh and juicy.

    Xie Tingyu saw that he had bought a pound of loquat from the town. The daughter-in-law had never eaten such delicious fruit, and the moment she received the fruit, her eyes overflowed with broken light.

    She gobbled it up, and he frowned slightly without a trace.

    After she finished eating, she covered her mouth and smiled embarrassedly, for fear that he would dislike her for being rude.

    "Brother Yu, isn't this the loquat in the "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi" article?"

    "If I plant it into a tree, I will eat it every year from now on."

    He looked at the orange and yellow ones that had been peeled off. Peel, think of "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi", the meaning is not good.

    "What does this kind of tree do? It's bad luck, throw it away."

    Xie Tingyu saw that she unceremoniously threw away the pits she had saved, but Ye Qingshui graciously picked them back and soaked them in lime water. After a wet spring rain, plant the core of the fruit in the ground.

    Her silly, stubborn and serious look moved Xie Tingyu's face.

    He laughed at Ye Qingshui stupidly, "Where are the fruit

    seedlings planted like this? You can't grow loquats like this." But Ye Qingshui still looks forward to the seeds to germinate every day.

    The seeds did not germinate, and Xie Tingyu's achievements came down. Reporters from the provincial capital and county leaders came to Yejia Village one after another to visit. At the same time, he also received bad news from the capital: his grandfather fell into the water and died, and his grandma passed away one after another from a heart attack.

    Xie Tingyu looked at the telegram for a long time in despair. The accident came so suddenly that it made him vaguely guess that things were not as simple as he imagined. So he called friends in the capital one by one. After listening to it, his heart sank uncontrollably.

    Xie Tingyu packed his clothes with a heavy heart, and the admission notice.

    Ye Qingshui was still waiting for her loquat seedlings to sprout in the yard, and Xie Tingyu's look became heavier because of her unfamiliar and happy appearance.

    Ye

    Qingshui asked him: "Brother Yu, when are you coming back?" Xie Tingyu did not answer her.

    She drove him to the entrance of the village and waited for the fork of the car. In spring, withered branches burst out with green buds, the camellia in early spring was spit, and the dewdrops of the grass soaked the shoes and pants of two people.

    The long absence of the car seemed to leave enough time for the couple who were about to leave.

    Ye Qingshui picked a leaf casually, and blew a little song with a smile. It's "Blessings of Love".

    The empty green hills reflected in her eyes, as clear as a picture scroll.

    Xie Tingyu finally couldn't help correcting her, "This song is not good, don't play it anymore."