Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

Chapter 449: The Educated Youth Cousin in the Historical Literature (9)

After the Lin family left and the excitement ended, Song Guanwen returned to his room, gently closed the door, and sat down at the desk. After a while, he seemed to feel guilty, slowly loosened his tightly clenched palms, and looked down.

It was a piece of peach pastry carefully wrapped in oil paper, with a few pieces broken at the edge. The fine pastry was stuck in the folds of the oil paper, shining with oil. The golden pastry was slightly warmed by the warmth of his palm, and a faint sweet fragrance came out, floating faintly in the silent room.

Snapped!

A moth hit the light bulb, making a subtle but clear crisp sound.

Perhaps it was because the light was a little glaring, Song Guanwen suddenly felt his eyes a little dry. He looked down at the peach pastry in his hand for a long time, and finally picked up a small piece and put it into his mouth.

The coarseness of the sugar has not yet completely dissolved on the tip of the tongue, and the mellow aroma of lard wrapped in the dense flour spreads in the mouth. A light bite of the puff pastry between the teeth will instantly turn into a mouthful of sweet fragrance, along the root of the tongue, as if it can spread into the human heart.

To this day, Song Guanwen still can't understand why Lin Xi secretly gave him that piece of peach cake. After all, no matter before or after that, whenever Lin Xi saw him, she would be like a mouse seeing a cat, shrinking back and not daring to get close.

Even when they first went to the countryside, she took the initiative to approach him, but she always avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look at him. Occasionally, their eyes met, and the light flickering in her eyes was like a spider web after the rain, with water hanging brightly, but it disappeared without a trace when the wind blew, which made Song Guanwen frown.

"Hey! Xiao Song, why are you hiding here alone?"

A male voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Song Guanwen's thoughts. He turned around and saw a dark-skinned young man wearing a blue cloth shirt with patches on top of patches, grinning at him.

"Oh, you still know how to find a place. This place is much cooler than over there." Before Song Guanwen could respond, the man had already sat down on the haystack next to him with a familiar look, "Here's the excuse of drinking water. I've finished mine."

After saying that, he quickly picked up the kettle beside Song Guanwen's legs, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth.

"Wait a minute..." He moved too quickly. When Song Guanwen reacted, he had already poured a big mouthful of water into his mouth. Song Guanwen's face turned cold, and he snatched his water bottle without caring that he was still drinking water.

"Cough cough cough cough!" The man was caught off guard when Song Guanwen took away his kettle, and he immediately choked and started coughing violently.

Song Guanwen just glanced at him coldly, looked into his kettle, and saw that there was still a lot of water left. He relaxed his brows slightly, picked up the kettle, took a sip, and screwed the lid on.

"Cough cough cough cough! You...you..." The young man over there coughed for a long time before finally calming down with a red face. He glared at Song Guanwen angrily and complained dissatisfiedly, "It's just saliva, you are too stingy. I know you like to be clean, so I made sure not to touch the mouth of the pot."

"Instead of shamelessly using other people's water every day, you might as well buy a new kettle." Song Guanwen put his kettle away from the young man. After making sure that he couldn't get it, he turned around and glanced at him lightly.

This young man named Li Bin was an educated youth who lived in the same room with Song Guanwen. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a quite handsome appearance. He always smiled when dealing with people, and was willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. Everyone in the production team praised him for being warm-hearted.

But when it came to money, he was surprisingly stingy. He obviously brought more luggage than anyone else when he went to the countryside, and his boxes were stuffed to the brim, but he was reluctant to eat or spend anything.

Not to mention that the clothes and pants he often wore were already patched up, and the washed-white fabric was covered with dense stitches.

What's even more exaggerated is that he has patched and sewed even his underwear so many times that the original fabric is almost invisible. Only layers of overlapping patches are left, with the threads sticking out, just like a spider's web.

The male educated youth who lived in the same room with him couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing when they saw his shabby shorts with more threads than cloth, saying that this man must be the reincarnation of a stingy person, with an iron butt to protect him, so he could only wear such shorts to go up the hills and go to the fields every day.

These are not so bad, after all, the clothes are worn by him, as long as he is not afraid of his buttocks being rubbed and hurt, no one cares whether he walks with his buttocks clamped together. But as the weather gets hotter day by day, when he has to go to the fields and needs to drink water to survive, his old friend the kettle that has been with him for who knows how many years has stopped working.

It's not quite accurate to call it a strike. After all, as long as the bottom of a kettle doesn't leak, it can be used in any situation. But I don't know what happened to this guy. He even broke the mouth of the aluminum kettle, and the wooden cork at the mouth of the kettle would break into pieces with a little force.

But seeing that this broken kettle would leak half of the water out, Li Bin was still reluctant to replace it with a new one. He cut a stopper himself and wrapped the kettle with tape, and it could still be used.

But his kettle had been used for many years and had long been deformed. The wooden cork could not be inserted tightly, and the kettle body wrapped with tape did not give Li Bin any face and continued to leak water as usual.

Therefore, during this period of time, his water would often be finished before he had even finished half of his work, so he could only shamelessly take a sip here and there.

Although Song Guanwen had an average relationship with the other educated youth, he had a good relationship with Li Bin, who was very outgoing, so he became a frequent visitor to get some free water.

On normal days, he wouldn't be such a stingy person. It was just a sip of water, so he would just drink it for Li Bin. But today...

"Hey, the old one can still be used, why waste the money?" The young man touched his nose guiltily and said with a flattering smile.

"But did you add sugar to the water? Why does it taste so sweet to me?" Li Bin said as he clicked his tongue as if he was savoring the taste.

Upon hearing this, Song Guanwen subconsciously curled his tongue, feeling the sweetness that had not yet dissipated between his lips and teeth. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids.

"No."