After pouring the water, Meng Xiangbei half-supported Lin Zhibai to drink. The entire time Lin Zhibai kept looking at him carefully.
"Still want to drink?" Meng Xiangbei asked.
Lin Zhibai pursed his lips and shook his head.
After learning that Lin Zhibai had taken the medicine, Meng Xiangbei felt relieved. He still had a fever, but it would take time for the fever to go away.
Neither of them mentioned the topic of "forgiveness" again. No matter how nice the words are, they are not as effective as actual actions.
"Have a good rest, I'll go cook."
When Lin Zhibai, who was still dazed, learned that Meng Xiangbei was going to cook, he immediately shuddered and struggled to get out of bed, "I'll go."
Meng Xiangbei quickly pressed him onto the bed, wrapped him in a blanket, stared at him, and soothed him gently, "Xiaobai, be obedient. You are sick now, you need to have a good rest. It's just cooking, I'm not so useless that I can't even cook. By the way, don't go to work these few days, wait until you are well, okay."
Meng Xiangbei used a tone that was half negotiating and half coaxing, very gentle, but he made Lin Zhibai unable to utter a single "no".
Looking at Meng Xiangbei's back as he turned and walked out, Lin Zhibai was stunned, and his hands gripping the quilt were tightening.
Beneath was a wide earthen kang, with a thin sheet spread out as a cushion. wrapped in a thick quilt, which was a bit heavy, but it conveyed warmth bit by bit. That person's scent in every breath, and the uneasy heart settled for a moment, but after a few seconds, it became uneasy again.
Lin Zhibai was so sleepy that his head was fuzzy. Smelling that familiar scent, he actually fell asleep in that moment of peace.
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Meng Xiangbei went to the kitchen and checked. There were only a few things that could be considered food, a thin layer of coarse grains at the bottom of the bag, half a bag of fine grains, and a few sweet potatoes. He held his forehead. The precious fine grains were specially given to Meng Xiangbei by Lin Zhibai, and the coarse grains and sweet potatoes were reserved for Lin Zhibai. Once Meng Xiangbei's fine grains were gone, Lin Zhibai would use his share of coarse grains to exchange for fine grains from others.
What a fucking bastard.
Meng Xiangbei cursed softly.
He scooped some fine grains into the casserole and cooked it, then processed the pheasant, tearing the tenderest part into small strips and putting it into the porridge, and also chopped a scallion and put it in.
Meng Xiangbei kept the remaining pheasants and pheasant eggs.
It takes a long time to cook porridge. While watching the fire, Meng Xiangbei ran to the big room from time to time to check on Lin Zhibai's condition.
The fever still hadn't completely subsided, but it could be felt that it was subsiding little by little. Meng Xiangbei breathed a sigh of relief.
While cooking porridge, Meng Xiangbei chopped the firewood at home. He took the firewood farther away for fear of disturbing Lin Zhibai's rest. After chopping the firewood, he cleaned everywhere except the big room. However, Lin Zhibai had already cleaned it very well before, so it was easy for him to clean now.
However, when Meng Xiangbei was cleaning the small room where Lin Zhibai lived and saw the newspaper that had fallen out from under the quilt, he was stunned.
The newspaper is old and yellowed, but it is neatly folded. It is obvious that the owner cherishes it very much.
When I opened it, I saw the date was October 1977, which was more than a year or almost two years ago, and the entire page of the newspaper was filled with news about the "resumption of the college entrance examination."
There were some circled or written traces on the newspaper, including notes for the exam, some knowledge points that might be tested, etc. It was written very carefully, with clean and beautiful handwriting, just like Lin Zhibai himself.
That year, when Meng Xiangbei learned that Lin Zhibai intended to take the college entrance examination, he threw all the books and exercise books in anger and forced Lin Zhibai to burn them himself.
Lin Zhibai never mentioned the college entrance examination again.
But Meng Xiangbei knew that it was not that he didn't mention it, nor that he didn't want to mention it, but that he couldn't mention it, and couldn't think about it.
He has completely fallen into the gentle trap woven by Meng Xiangbei. Faced with the choice between his dream and his lover, he can only give up his dream with great pain.
Meng Xiangbei remembers that when he first arrived in Daohua Village, the educated youth once talked about their dreams. The boy said that he wanted to be a teacher, educate people, and pass on knowledge from generation to generation.
At that time, Lin Zhibai had light in his eyes.
Lin Zhibai's life now revolves mechanically around Meng Xiangbei, with nothing else in it.
Meng Xiangbei sighed slightly, refolded the newspaper and put it back to its original place.
-
After the porridge was ready, Meng Xiangbei served it out and let it cool for a while before bringing it into the big room.
Lin Zhibai opened his eyes when he heard a familiar call. He took a deep breath and smelled the fragrance of porridge in the air.
Meng Xiangbei helped Lin Zhibai sit up, brought the porridge over, and said with a smile: "You are lucky this time. I shot a pheasant and found pheasant eggs this morning, and now I have made pheasant porridge. It should be delicious. You can try it."
The porridge is thick and fragrant, mixed with finely chopped chicken and sprinkled with green onions. Just looking at it whet one's appetite .
"Come, eat." Meng Xiangbei scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and handed it to Lin Zhibai's mouth.
Lin Zhibai was stunned. After two seconds, he shook his head and refused, "You eat it. I don't need it. I can just roast a sweet potato." He could see that the porridge was made with fine grains and there was chicken in it. How could he eat it?
Meng Xiangbei knew he would have this reaction.
"Xiaobai, listen, this is what I cooked especially for you, just eat it, or are you complaining about it?"
Lin Zhibai widened his almond-shaped eyes slightly. How could he possibly dislike it?
"Since there is nothing, then eat it. Don't worry, I cooked a lot. I won't be hungry. You eat it, otherwise I will be angry." Meng Xiangbei said in a rather fierce tone, "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either. I can only pour it out."
Hearing that such precious chicken porridge was going to be poured away, Lin Zhibai could not remain indifferent, and finally agreed. Because of his meal, Meng Xiangbei always said what he would do, especially when he was angry.
Lin Zhibai couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten fine grains or meat.
Lin Zhibai was fed spoonful by spoonful by Meng Xiangbei, and the warmth spread from his throat to his stomach and then to his whole body.
The porridge was indeed delicious, and it was the most delicious porridge Lin Zhibai had eaten in the past two years. It was not because it was made with fine grains, nor because it contained chicken, but because this porridge was cooked for him by the person who was closest to his heart.
After eating the porridge and sitting for a while, Meng Xiangbei asked Lin Zhibai to lie down and have a rest.
In the afternoon, because he was concerned about Lin Zhibai's health, Meng Xiangbei did not go to the mountains, but stayed at home thinking about ways to make money.
Meng Xiangbei didn't plan to go to work as planned, he was not a person who would settle down. But Lin Zhibai was too weak, he needed to be taken care of, at least to have enough food and clothes, which not only required food but also money. Moreover, he also planned to let Lin Zhibai take the college entrance examination next year, which would cost money to buy books and exercise books, as well as registration fees.
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