1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 36: A Newlywed Wife's Sympathy for Her Husband's Disability and Strong Will
Lu Youyou stood there in a very strange posture.

Gu Qingye looked puzzled: "How long have you been sitting here?"

Lu Youyou shook her head. She didn't know either: "What time is it now?"

"Half past five."

Gu Qingye sighed helplessly. Could it be that she had been sitting there without moving?

Lu Youyou was also surprised that she had been writing for almost six hours.

There is a thick pile of manuscript paper on the table, which is the result of an afternoon's work.

"No one is rushing you, there's no need to rush."

Lu Youyou finally recovered. She moved her arms and neck and found that her tailbone also hurt.

"I forgot about it while writing and didn't pay attention to the time."

She wanted to rub her butt, but there was a person standing in front of her and she couldn't do it.

Although Gu Qingye is not a doctor, he is an expert in traumatic injuries. He knew what was wrong with Lu Youyou just by looking at her expression.

He pursed his lips and chuckled, then turned around and said, "You take a rest first, I'll go cook."

Lu Youyou gritted his teeth and soothed the pain, then limped to the door and found a trailer in the yard.

"You pulled the brick back?!"

Lu Youyou felt that she was experiencing what it meant to be "decisive and swift" every day.

"It should be covered tonight and air-dried for another three to five days. I'm sorry to have troubled you these past few days."

Gu Qingye's tone seemed to indicate that he really felt that she had suffered a great injustice.

Lu Youyou immediately waved her hands: "No, no, I'm not wronged. If I were wronged, others wouldn't have a chance to live."

As she said that, she walked into the kitchen, took out the familiar clay pot, and looked at him with a smile.

"There's no need to rush building a house. Just take your time. You can't work overtime and stay up late while you're recovering."

Gu Qingye nodded without saying anything, but decided to build it as soon as possible.

Lu Youyou was holding a can and thinking about today's "daily soup", and there was another tin can at her feet.

She looked up with joy: "You even got the stove back?"

Gu Qingye smiled and said, "I didn't expect the logistics department to have this thing, so I asked for one."

The stove was pitch black and a bit old, and it would shed dust when you tapped it, but Lu Youyou couldn't let it go.

I left a spare rib to marinate with salt yesterday, and I’ll use it today. I added some astragalus, wolfberry and jujube, and a rich aroma wafted from the eaves.

When Gu Qingye raised his eyes, he could see Lu Youyou's face flushed from the heat, but she was still standing by the stove.

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, a warm current rolled in his chest, and he decided that he must cover the bathroom tonight.

"This soup replenishes Qi and blood, nourishes the liver and kidneys, and can also fight fatigue. Try it!"

Lu Youyou held his chin, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he was watching a towering tree sprouting new buds.

Why didn’t I realize before that cultivation games can bring physical and mental joy? This kind of happiness can’t be bought with money!
The days after marriage were uneventful. Lu Youyou occasionally went up the mountain with Zhao Wan and Li Sanhua, and devoted the rest of her time to reading.

Looking at the thick stack of manuscripts on the table, Lu Youyou couldn't believe that this was the result of her more than 20 days of work.

When Gu Qingye entered the room, he saw Lu Youyou sitting there in a daze, and thought she was not writing well.

"Want to go for a walk with you? A change of mind might be helpful."

Lu Youyou turned her head, stunned, as if she still couldn't come back to her senses.

"No need to change, I'm done."

Although Gu Qingye's expression did not change, only he knew how shocked he was at that moment.

This wasn't just a manuscript, nor was it a simple document outline; it was a complete book. Lu Youyou let out a long sigh and handed the manuscript to Gu Qingye.

"Give it to Squad Leader Zhou for me. We can discuss it in detail after he has reviewed it."

She yawned, and her voice became unclear: "I'm going to sleep. I'm going to sleep all day. Don't call me if there's nothing to do, and it's best not to call me if there's something to do."

When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't completed her "task" for the day. She squinted her eyes and said, "There's still chicken stewed with Gastrodia elata and Huangjing on the stove. Don't forget to drink it."

Gu Qingye listened to her instructions one by one, then floated into the bedroom and threw himself directly onto the bed.

He casually flipped open a page, and the beautiful handwriting looked like it had been specially copied, but he knew very well that Lu Youyou had only written it once.

Since there was no file bag at home, Gu Qingye carefully wrapped the manuscript with newspaper.

The girl had fallen asleep, her face pressed against her arm, forming a small ball, like a white and tender rice dumpling, emitting an enticing sweetness.

Gu Qingye helped her take off her shoes and was about to cover her with the quilt, but a corner of the towel blanket was pressed under her shoulders.

His fist clenched and unclenched, and finally passed through Lu Youyou's neck slightly stiffly. He put one hand around her and used the other hand to shake open the quilt and gently cover it.

After all these movements, a layer of fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

On the bedside table, Xiao Huihui raised his head as soon as Gu Qingye entered the room, and his eyes kept following his movements left and right, like a little supervisor.

As soon as little Huihui opened his mouth a little, Gu Qingye pinched it with lightning speed and put his index finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet.

Xiao Huihui rolled his eyes, but due to the limitations of his body structure, Gu Qingye couldn't understand at all.

Is it such an ignorant eagle? !
Lu Youyou forgot to put the meal in, so it didn't even bark. It just opened its mouth to signal that it was time for dinner for the number one coolie. But he ended up putting the blame on the number one coolie, and Xiao Huihui just hated himself for not being able to speak human language.

It nagged Gu Qingye angrily. Of course, it had only used 50% of its strength and was still hungry. The hard labor must not be harmed.

It patted its belly with the intact half of its wings, and patted it again after a few seconds.

Gu Qingye didn't understand at first, but Xiao Huihui's movements were so vivid.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he was also surprised at the eagle's intelligence.

Animals follow their owners. This is obviously a wild young eagle, but its cleverness is not much worse than that of a military dog.

The little thing has always ignored him, but now he knows he needs help.

Soon dinner was served. Xiao Huihui ate reluctantly, took a bite and glared at Gu Qingye.

If its dear mother had not fallen asleep, it would not have ended up eating grasshoppers.

The room was filled with fragrance, and in front of Gu Qingye stood a bowl of bright yellow chicken soup.

After taking a bite, it still tastes so good.

Lu Youyou seemed to have a special talent for treasure hunting. Every time he went up the mountain, he could bring back a bunch of medicinal herbs that he had heard of and had not heard of.

Angelica, Gastrodia elata, Panax notoginseng, Aconite root, Polygonatum sibiricum...

Lu Youyou really kept her promise and did things differently every day.

Gu Qingye had never felt so healthy before, maybe even a little too good.

The flag-raising ceremony every morning lasts twice as long as before.

and many more!

Could it be that Lu Youyou thought he was the same as Gu Shuchen...

The string in Gu Qingye's head almost broke.

He lowered his head with a serious look. He felt that the white Gastrodia elata looked like a deer's face, and the wrinkled Polygonatum sibiricum looked like her twisted eyebrows.

The bowl was no longer filled with soup, but with the pity of the newlywed wife for her husband's strong will despite his disability.

Gu Qingye felt unwell!

(End of this chapter)