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"Yes, thinking about how I contributed here, I built a wall, and it makes me happy inside. When I tell people that such a beautiful house was built by us, it feels really impressive."
"Who isn't? We participated from start to finish. If we could live on the fifth or sixth floor, I would be satisfied for life."
The people who truly participated were filled with emotion at Liu Qingxi's arrangements. They were well aware of the luxury and comfort of the fifth and sixth floors, but the price of the houses made them hesitant.
Finally, before winter arrived, the construction was completed. A six-story building standing twenty meters tall was nothing short of a miracle for ancient people.
Yang Yichen, as one of the shareholders, naturally came to attend the final completion ceremony.
It was also for personal comfort. At the end, Liu Qingxi specifically arranged the placement of the altar and other items for blessings based on the knowledge taught by Elder Ying and her own research.
The attendees were mainly villagers from Ten Li Pu. Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen stood as hosts on the newly built semicircular stage:
"Everyone has worked hard during this time, especially since our restaurant is quite high and very dangerous. Thank you, fellow villagers, for your help. Today marks the official completion; we pray for blessings on our business."
After a series of incense offerings and prayers were completed, Liu Qingxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
On stage, she and Yang Yichen stood facing each other, exchanging smiles that spoke volumes.
"In appreciation for all the hard work from our big kids during this time, everyone will receive a month's wages as a reward, which will also serve as an end-of-year bonus. In the next two months, heavy snow will block the roads, making construction impossible. This is a good time for our big kids to take a break. Next spring, we will work hard again; there will be more money waiting for us."
Liu Qingxi's passionate speech stirred everyone's enthusiasm. Considering this year's income, every household had earned a few taels of silver—much better than in previous years.
Even though the earthquake caused immeasurable losses, the subsequent income could fully compensate for those earlier setbacks.
Thus, Ten Li Pu's Construction Team officially entered their winter holiday. Meanwhile, Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen couldn't afford to be idle; it was time to finish organizing the restaurant, recruit a large number of staff, and prepare for opening day.
But this was not something that could be resolved quickly. After sending off the villagers eager to return home, the two of them strolled leisurely down the streets of Biqi Town.
Yang Yichen had grown taller, and compared to others on the street, they stood out like cranes among chickens.
With their striking looks, the rate of people turning to look at them was nearly one hundred percent.
“Yang Yichen, look at how many girls are staring at you,” Liu Qingxi said, watching the young girls with peach blossom smiles and sparkling eyes. A wave of jealousy surged within her.
She wished she could go up and block their eyes, preventing them from looking at him.
Yang Yichen was enjoying the rare feeling of being admired by women, and his smile widened, causing the hearts of the surrounding girls to race like deer.
Liu Qingxi felt her eyelids twitching. Suddenly, she reached out with her delicate hand and pinched a soft spot on his waist, spinning him around in a full circle. “Stop smiling!”
“Haha!” Yang Yichen's refreshing laughter echoed in her ears, making Liu Qingxi's cheeks flush slightly.
Was she being too obvious? She suddenly felt shy on the bustling street.
After all, this was her first real experience of love in both this life and her past life, openly showing affection in public, especially on an ancient street.
“Xier, are you jealous?”
“You're the one who's jealous!” Liu Qingxi pouted in rebuttal before huffily walking away.
What a predicament; when did she become so sensitive?
Meanwhile, Yang Yichen thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being valued by a girl. In the past, he had only been able to feel jealous without daring to show it. The way those boys from the village looked at Liu Qingxi made him want to explode with rage, wishing he could gouge out their eyes.
The girl's demeanor towards him was relatively cold; sweet words were rare, and more often than not, he was the one taking the initiative. Over time, he surprisingly began to feel insecure.
There was nothing he could do; after all, the girl was just too outstanding.
Perhaps it was also because his efforts did not yield an equal return, which led to his growing sense of loneliness over the years.
Today, Liu Qingxi's sudden display of affection made him immensely satisfied; it turned out that the girl cared about him.
Yes, she cared. If she didn't care, she wouldn't have covered her face after seeing another woman, wouldn't have gotten angry later, and wouldn't have taken it to heart.
“Qingxi, Qingxi, wait for me!” The boy suddenly withdrew his gentle smile and shot a cold glance at the girls around him. The air around them seemed to freeze, scaring several girls into thinking they had encountered a ghost, causing them to run away immediately.
Little did they know this was just a childish man trying to please a woman.
He quickly took a few steps to catch up with Liu Qingxi: “Xier, I’m very happy that you care about me. Even if you don’t love me as much as I love you, I am willing to take the first step, then the second step, and walk ninety-nine steps, waiting for the moment you turn around so I can hold you in my arms.”
The boy's clear words fell into her ears one by one, striking her heart. Liu Qingxi's lonely heart, which had been frozen for many years, gradually melted like ice under the warmth of his feelings, drawing closer and closer to his heart.
I will take those ninety-nine steps and wait for you to turn around so I can embrace you!
This phrase echoed endlessly in Liu Qingxi's mind, sweet yet inexplicably lingering.
Ignoring the envious and jealous gazes around them, the two were undeniably sweet together.
As they strolled past various stalls, whenever Liu Qingxi showed interest in something, Yang Yichen would buy it without hesitation.
In no time at all, Yang Yichen's hands and shoulders were filled with numerous items.
Liu Qingxi showed no signs of stopping. "Yang Yichen, hurry up!"
The smile on the girl's face never faded; this was what it felt like to shop with someone you loved.
Sweet and blissful, all they had to do was pick what they liked. The other person was like a mobile ATM and a moving shopping basket.
Although it might hurt his image, Yang Yichen wished that these moments could last forever.
He hoped time would stand still so they could live together without a care in the world.
At the street corner, a man in his forties suddenly stopped. Yang Yichen? The name made his lips tremble as he slowly revealed his full figure.
At the same time, he saw Yang Yichen, the name Liu Qingxi had just called out.
The man's wrinkles became more pronounced, his eyes filled with the pain of an era gone by, and a timidness towards the youth that seemed distant yet close.
The streets were chaotic, but to the man’s ears, only the boy's name sounded sweet.
Yet one misstep led to another; how could he face his son now? This man was none other than Yang Bingshan.
However, by fate's whimsy, the man gradually approached.
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