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"Well, it's thanks to you that Yang Qinghe is braving the wind and snow to catch rabbits for you, considering how frail you look."
Yang Qinghe, being quite perceptive, understood that Aunt Wang was trying to help him save face and felt a wave of gratitude.
"I'm not frail; I have everything I need!" Yu Songyu blurted out. In truth, she had a curvy figure, but her loose clothing during the day concealed it.
Yang Qinghe's face flushed again, a strange warmth coursing through him.
Yu Songyu seemed to realize that she might have gone a bit too far. She was used to joking around with Bai Jie and sometimes spoke without thinking, forgetting that she was now in a different era.
Aunt Wang was surprised by the girl's boldness, especially in the absence of outsiders.
"Ah, I'll stew the rabbit. You should stay for dinner before you leave!" Yang Qinghe said without a moment's hesitation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This made the atmosphere even more awkward.
"Well, then I'll go prepare the rabbit!" Yang Qinghe quickly dashed into the yard, grabbing a handful of snow to rub on his face.
His cheeks felt hot, as if they were on fire. He couldn't understand why he blushed and his heart raced every time he saw Yu Songyu. As someone living in this era, he had no idea that this was simply physiological attraction.
At the dinner table, Aunt Wang had piled Yu Songyu's bowl high with rabbit meat.
"Captain Yang, do you want to borrow some of my books?" Yu Songyu asked. She knew that contemporary Knowledge Youth were sent to rural areas to assist with farming and that their living conditions were quite harsh, not to mention lacking in any form of entertainment.
Yang Qinghe felt as if he were under some spell; he wanted to agree with everything she said.
In reality, there was no need for her to keep calling him Captain Yang. He didn't notice it much when interacting with others, but when Yu Songyu said it, it felt so unfamiliar.
"Yes, it's quite formal! We'll be seeing each other often from now on; you're all like my own children!"
"Own child?" Yu Songyu thought for a second. Being alone and helpless here, having more brothers didn’t seem like a bad idea after all.
"Yes! Brother!"
Yu Songyu called out directly, her tone confident and unreserved.
Hearing her call him "brother," Yang Qinghe felt as if he were turning to stone. Was this really what he wanted? The rabbit meat in his bowl suddenly lost its flavor, and he finished the meal in a gloomy silence.
Sigh, he knew Aunt Wang meant no harm; it wasn’t intentional. But how did it come to this? Anyone who didn’t know might think they were siblings!
Lying on his bed in the dormitory, Yang Qinghe tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Holding the book that Yu Songyu had lent him, his mind kept drifting back to her smiling face, uncontrollably lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Brother, is that book really that interesting? Or is there something else?"
His dorm mate, Wang Jianjun, noticed Yang Qinghe’s restlessness and found it strange.
"What? Just go to sleep!"
Yang Qinghe immediately wiped the smile off his face, carefully closing the book and placing it beside his pillow.
Ah, with the heavy snow blocking the mountains, there was nowhere to go; it was so boring! Just as he was about to scold Wang Jianjun a bit, he suddenly thought of something else and changed his tone.
"Why don’t you come with me to the village and help out some of the older folks?"
"Huh?"
Wang Jianjun was speechless. Was that really what he meant? If he had known, he wouldn’t have said anything. Lying comfortably on the warm kang, listening to others talk nonsense was much more enjoyable!
Just as they were about to settle down for the night, they heard noise coming from the Female Educated Youth dormitory again; it was already the third time this week.
It seemed that moving Wang Xiuli out of there needed to be brought up soon; otherwise, the Youth Commune would never have any peace.
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