RNP Chapter 74 This pesky little devil!
Chapter 74 This pesky little devil!
Qin Rushan stopped ahead and glanced back at her.
He pushed his hat brim up, revealing a pair of eyes that hadn't completely lost their heat, and the wicked smile on his lips looked incredibly punchable.
Li Xianglian was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look up: "Who...whose legs went weak? It's because you walked too fast."
"Yeah?"
Qin Rushan didn't expose her. Instead, he deliberately slowed down, reached out and pulled her hand into his burning palm, saying, "Hold on tight. If you can't walk anymore, I'll carry you."
Just as the two reached the side of the road, a crisp and urgent bicycle bell rang from the other end of the dirt road.
"Ring ring—ring ring—"
With the sound of wheels rolling over gravel, Er Gou, a skinny monkey-like figure, rode up to us on a 28-inch bicycle in a flurry of activity.
"Whoa—!" Er Gou braced himself with both feet and brought the car to a stop amidst the swirling dust.
Li Xianglian took a closer look and almost burst out laughing.
On the handlebars of the old, black bicycle, a huge red flower was now tied.
The red silk ribbon looked like it had been snatched from some auntie doing a Yangko dance; it was so bright red it was almost blinding. Combined with Er Gou's sweaty forehead, it looked both comical and festive.
"Brother! Sister-in-law! Did I arrive in time?"
Er Gou wiped the dirt off his face, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and patted the bicycle seat like he was showing off a treasure. "I specially made this big red flower. What do you think? Isn't it impressive?"
Qin Rushan glanced disdainfully at the tacky big red flower, then looked at Er Gou's praise-seeking behavior, and gave him a mock kick in the butt.
"Get lost, you're making it sound like you're performing a monkey show."
He cursed, but his hands didn't stop moving.
He grabbed the handlebars, took a long stride, and steadily mounted the bike.
His faded military uniform, paired with that old-fashioned bicycle, made him look like he was riding a tank.
Er Gou chuckled, not annoyed at all, and quickly slipped to the side: "Alright, I'll run back to report first, and help Auntie with the fire on the way!"
After saying that, the boy took off running towards the village, faster than a rabbit.
Qin Rushan braced himself on one foot, turned his body slightly to the side, and raised his chin towards the back seat.
"What are you standing there for? Get in the car."
Looking at the high back seat, Li Xianglian felt a mix of unease and excitement.
These days, bicycles are a rarity. If a family gets a wife who can ride on one of these iron trolleys, they'll be bragging about it in the village for years.
She bit her lower lip and awkwardly held onto the car seat.
Qin Rushan clicked his tongue impatiently, reached back with his long arm, grabbed her waist with his large hand, and with a forceful pull, effortlessly lifted her onto the back seat.
"Hold on tight."
His voice deepened, "Don't let your hands wander off, hold on tight to my waist. If we bump into each other halfway down and your butt gets smashed in half, don't come crying to me."
Li Xianglian's face flushed, and her hands trembled as she reached out and wrapped them around his lean waist.
Through that thin layer of fabric, you could see hard, muscular muscles beneath his palms.
In that instant, the bawdy remarks made by the old women at the village entrance while washing clothes by the well suddenly popped into Li Xianglian's mind—
"A man's waist is like a plow. If he has a good male dog's waist, he'll be a tireless bull on the bed, able to keep his wife up all night so she can't get out of bed the next day."
As soon as this thought came to mind, Li Xianglian felt as if she had grabbed a hot iron in her hand, so hot that she wanted to pull it back.
But the car suddenly lurched, startling her so much that she instinctively tightened her grip around his waist, pressing her entire body against his back.
Qin Rushan's body stiffened for a moment.
The two soft mounds of flesh pressed tightly against his back, and the heat traveled up his spine and straight to the top of his head, making his throat dry.
This little devil is so adorable!
"Hold on tight!"
He let out a low growl and slammed his feet down, his long legs propelling the pedals forward at breakneck speed.
The bicycle wheels kicked up a cloud of dust as it sped off toward the Red Star Brigade.
......
As the sun began to set, it cast long shadows at the entrance of Xiahe Village.
The atmosphere under the big locust tree at the village entrance is a bit strange today.
The women who used to chat and eat melon seeds were now sitting up straight, not daring to breathe.
Why?
Because Director Wang, who is in charge of discipline in the commune, is here today with Party Secretary Liu Baoguo, "inspecting the work" in the village with his hands behind his back.
It was called an inspection, but it was really just about finding fault and making examples.
In the past two years, the authorities have been cracking down hard. If a family has a woman who engages in promiscuous relationships, not only will the whole family lose face, but the honor of being an advanced collective in the brigade will also be lost.
Liu Baoguo, dressed in a neatly pressed Zhongshan suit with two pens in his pocket, followed behind Director Wang with a smile and wrinkles on his face.
"Director, look, our Hongxing Brigade is a model of spiritual civilization for the surrounding area. I dare not say anything else, but the village atmosphere is very simple and honest, and there are absolutely no shady things like that."
Director Wang, a balding middle-aged man, nodded sternly: "Yes, that's for the best. In some places, young people are becoming morally corrupt and their conduct is improper. This kind of unhealthy trend must be firmly stopped!"
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!" Liu Baoguo nodded and bowed, and was about to express his determination when he heard a crisp and arrogant bicycle bell.
"Ring ring—!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shiny black bicycle speeding towards them in the golden light of the setting sun.
The big red flower on the handlebars swayed with the bumps, its red color almost blinding.
What's even more jarring are the people on the bus.
Qin Rushan's tall frame resembled a moving small mountain, and his two long legs kicked incredibly fast.
On his broad back, a woman wearing a floral jacket was pressed tightly against him.
The woman's hands were tightly wrapped around the man's lean waist, her face almost buried in the back of his military uniform.
In this still relatively conservative era, and in front of such a large audience, this scene was like a bolt from the blue.
"Hey! Who's that? In broad daylight, have they no shame?"
Among the crowd, Li Dazui, with his sharp eyes, threw down the sunflower seed shells in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Her shout drew everyone's attention.
As the car drew closer, Li Dazui, as if discovering a new continent, suddenly slapped his thigh: "My God! Isn't that Qin Rushan, that living devil? And the one he's with... doesn't she look like that pushover from the Zhao family, Li Xianglian?"