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"Aunt Wang, can you make a crossbody bag?"
"A crossbody bag? Just describe what you have in mind, and I'll give it a try."
Yu Songyu propped her head up with her hand, thinking for a moment before starting to draw seriously on the back of the calendar.
"Look, can we make it like this?"
In truth, Yu Songyu didn't have high expectations. It was just for show anyway; as long as it could hold something, that would be enough.
"How hard can it be!"
Aunt Wang glanced at the drawing and thought it looked quite simple. After all, it was similar to the bags the kids took to school, just with a few more hidden pockets.
"You’re really impressive! How do you know how to do everything?"
Yu Songyu was practically a little sycophant; no matter how well or poorly things turned out, she always boosted Aunt Wang's spirits.
"Hahaha, you little rascal!"
Aunt Wang laughed heartily at her antics. Having something to do made her happy. Ever since Yu Songyu moved in, not only did she have someone to talk to, but she also felt busy and that time wasn't dragging on so painfully. Living seemed to have a purpose now.
In recent days, the educated youth had been going up the mountain to hunt in groups and had brought back quite a bit.
Yang Qinghe held a wild rabbit and a wild chicken in his hands, preparing to deliver them to Aunt Wang's house.
"Captain Yang, wait a moment!"
Wang Xiuli's voice was soft as she called out to Yang Qinghe.
Yang Qinghe furrowed his brow, his smile instantly vanishing.
"Is there something you need?"
"Captain Yang, could you talk to the village chief about letting me stay in the village? I’ll pay—ten yuan a month. What do you think?"
Yang Qinghe knew that she wasn’t well-received in their commune. Things were bearable when the sun was shining, but with heavy snow blocking the mountains these days, people were even less tolerant of her.
"I'll ask when I get a chance."
His expression remained impassive as he lifted his leg to leave. He didn’t want to get entangled with this woman; agreeing was one thing, actually doing it was another matter entirely.
"Ah, thank you, Captain Yang!"
Wang Xiuli said as she lifted her coat, pulling a flashlight out of her pocket.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Qinghe stepped back two paces, feeling displeased by her attempt to block his path.
"Captain Yang, I just bought this flashlight yesterday. It's a gift for you, so you'll be able to see the road when you go out at night!"
Wang Xiuli said, brushing her hair back with her hand. She thought to herself that there probably weren't many men who could resist her delicate demeanor.
"I can see the road without a flashlight, and besides, if I wanted one, I would buy it myself!"
Yang Qinghe's tone was icy, and he was already growing impatient.
However, he didn't want to hear her continue to ramble. With long strides, he turned away from her; every second spent with her felt like a waste of his life.
"Captain Yang, hey, Captain Yang!"
Wang Xiuli shouted in frustration but kept her voice low. If those Zhiqing heard her, they would surely mock her mercilessly.
Everything she was experiencing now was all thanks to that wretched Yu Songyu. When she first arrived, she was the center of attention; now everyone wanted to chase her away. Her life felt like that of a rat scurrying through the streets.
Wang Xiuli mentally noted a score against Yu Songyu, her hatred for her deepening further.
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