Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

There was still no other movement downstairs.

If it were the same as before, when Gu Juncheng knew she was coming back, he would definitely chase her upstairs, but he didn't do that today.

Lin Qingping turned on the fan, looked at the green trees outside the window, listened to the sound of the old-fashioned fan shaking, and still felt a pain in her heart.

People are always like this, reason is one thing and emotion is another.

I know what decision I should make, but it still takes time to really get over it emotionally.

She decided to find something to do to stop thinking about these messy things, so she simply sat down to write and revise her thesis. However, when she opened her notebook, she found that every page of the research materials was covered with his handwriting...

Looking at those words, every stroke seemed as if they were carved with a knife or sword, and every stroke was cutting into her heart.

Finally, I closed the notebook.

At that moment, she had a sudden impulse. She wanted to rush downstairs and tell Gu Juncheng "no". She admitted that she had made shoes, sewed clothes, and wrote letters, but she had never done those things in the fields, and she had not pestered Yu Chengzhi to stay in the fields. At that time, she was inferior and sensitive in front of Yu Chengzhi, fearing that he, who came from the city, would look down on her, a country girl. How could she be so shameless as to lower her dignity?

Could it be that she usually behaved too unrestrainedly in front of Gu Juncheng, and he would think that she was really that kind of person? Didn't he often say that she was not reserved?

But, Gu Juncheng, do you know that I am just not reserved in front of you?

Her hands were on the door handle, but she finally sat back down.

Didn't go downstairs.

If trust needs to be justified, is it still trust?

She finally opened her drawing paper and began to sketch the designs for the clothes.

Unconsciously, she had been reborn for several years. If her drawings were just beginner's doodles at the beginning, people dared not underestimate her because of her achievements. In the past few years, she shouldered the future of two factories. She did not dare to be careless and kept learning. She became professional from being unprofessional.

Because of her responsibility, every time she draws a draft, she can calm down.

However, this time, one painting after another was wasted.

She was very upset.

She threw herself onto the bed, hid herself in the quilt, covered her head with the pillow, and let the rumbling sound fill her ears and drive away the distractions that were disturbing her mind.

After a long time, she felt that she couldn't do this anymore and had to get up and draw again!

She threw away the pillow, sat up, went back to the table, crumpled up the messy drawings and threw them away.

At this moment, the door opened, and her scrap of paper happened to hit the man in the face...

Gu Juncheng came in holding a bowl.

As luck would have it, the piece of waste paper hit his face and fell into the bowl.

He stood there holding the bowl, obviously stunned.

"I... drew a useless picture, and I didn't know you would come in..." She looked at the ball of paper floating in the bowl, feeling a little embarrassed.

He stared at the ball of paper and said, "It's okay. I'll go downstairs and bring back another bowl."

He turned and went downstairs.

The door was not closed. Soon, there was another knock on the stairs, but Lin Qingping could tell that this time it was not him, but Zhiyuan.

Her guess was correct.

The person who appeared at the door of the room was indeed Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan came in with a small bowl and carefully placed it on the table. "Mom, drink it quickly. This is the summer heat relief soup that my dad made."

Lin Qingping took a glance and thought to himself: He can also do this?

"He asked you to bring it?"

Zhiyuan nodded, "Yes, my father Gu asked me to bring it to you."

Lin Qingping did not ask "why couldn't he bring it himself?" The meeting between the two at this time was not a pleasant one.

She looked at the dark, so-called summer-relief soup and muttered, "Is this really drinkable? Will I see villains if I drink it?"

"What is a little man?" Zhiyuan touched his head, very confused, "Mom, you have a little doll?"

"Go away! You're just a primary school student, why are you meddling in other people's business?" Lin Qingping drove Zhiyuan out.

"Then I'll go downstairs! You drink this first, the chicken soup is still stewing in the pot!" Zhiyuan instructed her, "Dad Gu said it will take a while before you can drink it. I'll call you when you can."

Lin Qingping was not interested in either the cooling soup or the chicken soup, and after sending Zhiyuan away, she didn't even touch the soup.

She didn't have heat stroke, she knew it.

Force yourself to sit at the table and paint stroke by stroke. No matter what the painting looks like, you have to keep painting it stroke by stroke. This way, you won't feel uncomfortable.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Lin Qingping heard a door open downstairs, it was the sound of someone opening the door and going out.

The sound was not loud, but it hit her heart deeply.

Then Zhiyuan came up and knocked on the door, "Mom, the chicken soup is ready, come down and have some."

Lin Qingping opened the door.

Since everyone had left, why would she close the door?

"Mom, let's go. It's been there for a while and it's not hot anymore." Zhiyuan led the way downstairs.

Gu Juncheng was indeed no longer in the room, and there were several paper balls on the table, which were obviously not crumpled by her.

"My dad Gu has been sitting here for two hours today and I don't know what he is writing. He writes and tears up, tears up and writes again. There are still a lot of waste papers in the trash can!" Zhiyuan was still worried, "Mom, is dad Gu writing a self-criticism? What mistakes did he make?"

Lin Qingping said leisurely, "Won't you know after you take a look?"

As he spoke, he picked up a ball of paper on the table and unfolded it.

Zhiyuan was surprised to see her behavior, "Mom, didn't you say that we can't just look at other people's privacy?"

"Yeah." She didn't just watch it casually, she watched it seriously! However, it was still a bad example for the child, "Of course not, but your father Gu told me that I can watch it and asked me to help with reference."

"Oh..." Zhiyuan retracted his neck, "Then I won't watch it."

Lin Qingping had already unfolded the paper ball, on which were written a few words: Hello, Comrade Lin Qingping.

Nothing else.

She picked up another ball of paper and wrote: Comrade Lin Qingping, I have thought about this for a long time.

No further news.

Another one: Comrade Lin Qingping, today's matter,

Here is a comma, and that's it.

As for the torn pieces in the trash can, she had no interest in putting them together again. They were torn as if they had been shredded by a paper shredder, and she didn't have the ability to put them together.

He said he would think about it carefully, and it seems that he has thought about it carefully, but he still hasn't made up his mind.

"Where did he go?" Lin Qingping asked Zhiyuan as he served her a bowl of chicken.

"I don't know! Uncle Wu came to call him and took him away, saying that some old leader had come." Zhiyuan put down the chicken soup, "Mom, drink it quickly."

Old leader?