After becoming a widow, I became the apple of a rough man's eye.

"Hey, whose pig has escaped? Oh, it's Xiao Wu's precious little darling."

Li Dongye was wearing a leather jacket, which he left open to reveal a sailor shirt underneath. He looked much more fashionable than the country bumpkins in the village.

He waved to Lin Qingqing, who was sitting inside looking out, ignoring Jiang He's murderous face. He took a few steps up the stairs, pulled something out of his bulging canvas bag, and shoved it into Lin Qingqing's arms.

"Take it."

Lin Qingqing instinctively caught it, and what she touched was a slippery piece of fabric. When she shook it open, she found that it was a pair of jeans.

The trousers had huge legs, like brooms, and were the most fashionable bell-bottoms in the city at the time.

"this……"

"Want to try it? I specially asked someone to bring it back from Guangzhou. This material is soft and won't chafe the flesh."

Li Dongye moved closer, his gaze sweeping over her waist and hips without any attempt to look away. He clicked his tongue and said, "With Qingqing's figure, she could definitely outshine any movie star in this."

"Li Dongye! If you don't want your eyeballs, I'll gouge them out and feed them to the pigs!"

Jiang He slammed the pig feed bucket in his hand to the ground, splashing dirty water all over the place.

He strode into the house, grabbed the pants from Lin Qingqing's arms, and disgustedly pinched them with two fingers: "What kind of rubbish is this? The legs are so big, do you want your sister to sweep the streets?"

"You don't know anything, this is called fashion." Li Dongye reached out to grab it, but Jiang He refused to give it up, and the two of them stood there like fighting cocks.

Gu Qiangying's eyes swept over the pants, finally landing on Lin Qingqing's hand, which was still hanging in mid-air.

"Besides pants, is there anything else?" Gu Qiangying asked casually.

Li Dongye chuckled and magically produced a round tin box from his pocket, with a large seashell painted on it. "Third Brother has sharp eyes. Qingqing, stretch out your hand."

Without waiting for Lin Qingqing's reaction, he grabbed her wrist, rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand twice, and then placed the box of clam oil in her palm.

"This is genuine clam oil; you can use it on your hands and face," Li Dongye said, leaning forward as if he wanted to press himself against Lin Qingqing's face. "If you don't know how to apply it, I'll teach you in the car tonight."

Lin Qingqing's hand felt hot from his touch. She tried to pull it back, but he held it tightly.

"Let go."

Two words, neither too light nor too heavy, yet they chilled the surrounding air by several degrees.

Gu Qiangying walked over at some point, holding the towel in her hand.

Without even looking at Li Dongye, he placed the towel over Lin Qingqing's hand that Li Dongye had grabbed, and wiped her fingers one by one through the towel.

"Fourth brother just touched the steering wheel, his hands are full of germs." Gu Qiang said with a hint of a smile. "Qingqing is weak, don't let her catch a cold."

Li Dongye's smile froze for a moment, then he shrugged indifferently.

"Third Brother is so particular. Fine, I won't touch it. My hands are dirty. Qingqing, put your things away carefully."

Jiang He rolled her eyes at the sight, snatched the box of clam oil, opened the lid, and smelled it: "It smells like the sea, it's awful. I don't care for it."

"You little brat, what do you know?" Li Dongye slapped him on the head. "Go feed your pigs. The smell in that yard just now made me want to throw up my breakfast."

Jiang He covered his head, gritting his teeth in anger.

His eyes darted around, and his gaze fell on the black box that Li Dongye had placed on the steps.

That was the dual-cassette radio that Li Dongye brought back.

"Okay, I'll feed the pigs." Jiang He suddenly laughed, turned around and ran, grabbing the radio and the bell-bottoms and running towards the pigpen.

"Hey! What are you doing with my radio! It needs batteries!" Li Dongye shouted from behind.

"Listen to the pig!" Jiang He said without turning his head. "Let it receive some moral education so it won't be picky about food every day."

Lin Qingqing looked at the chaos in the yard, still clutching the towel Gu Qiangying had given her, which seemed to still retain the warmth of his fingertips.

She looked up at Gu Qiangying, who was slowly unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up again.

"Go memorize your lessons." Gu Qiangying glanced at her. "Don't just watch the fun."

Lin Qingqing blinked: "Oh..."

Less than five minutes later, a burst of rousing music suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

"My dreams are filled with images of my homeland, but I haven't been close to it for many years..."

Zhang Mingmin's deep and soulful voice instantly resounded in the air.

These days, radios are a rarity, and the noise was so loud that even the dog next door, Wang Dazui's, started barking.

Jiang He squatted on the pigpen fence, turned the radio volume up to the maximum, and pointed it directly at the piglet that was still refusing to eat.

"Did you hear that? This is called 'My Chinese Heart'!"

Jiang He, holding a tree branch, tapped the pig trough. "Look at them, the blood flowing in their hearts surges with the voice of China. And you? You complain even when given wild vegetables mixed with wheat bran? Don't you have any spirit of hard work and frugality?"

The pig was so startled by the sudden loud noise that it trembled all over. It had been lying there sleeping, but now it jumped up with a loud cry and ran around the pigpen like a headless fly.

"Stop running! Sit down! Stand at attention!"

Jiang He, caught up in the fun, waved the bell-bottoms in his hand as if commanding a vast army, shouting, "Listen to this song until the end! You're not allowed to sleep until it's finished!"

Driven to desperation, the pig kicked with its hind legs and flipped over the waist-high fence.

"Holy crap!" Jiang He hadn't expected this pig to have such explosive power, and he almost dropped the radio in his hand.

The pig was out of its pen and ran wildly around the yard like a runaway horse, grunting and squealing.

First, it knocked over the iron hammer that Xiao Yong had placed in the corner, then it knocked over the canvas bag that Li Dongye had just placed on the stool, and finally it went straight to the east room.

"Stop it! Don't let it into the house!" Xiao Yong, who had just returned from outside, saw this and threw down the firewood in his hand and pounced on it.

"My radio! Don't smash it!" Li Dongye panicked and, forgetting all about looking cool, chased after the pig.

Lin Qingqing had just recited the phrase "Cinnamon twigs are used in Ephedra Decoction" when she heard the door being banged on loudly. Immediately afterwards, a black and white piglet squeezed through the crack in the door and came in, followed by three big men.

The room instantly descended into chaos.

Gu Qiangying was still holding a pen in his hand when he saw the pig rubbing against his medicine cabinet, and his eyebrows twitched violently twice.

"Jiang He." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Jiang He was riding on Xiao Yong's neck when he heard the noise. Startled, he slipped and fell off Xiao Yong's back, landing squarely on the pig.

The pig let out a pitiful squeal, kicking its hooves wildly, leaving mud stains all over its new trousers.

"Additional dish." Gu Qiangying pushed up her glasses, sentencing the pig to death, "Braised."

"No, Third Brother! This is mine!" Jiang He hugged the pig's head tightly, not caring about the dirt anymore. "It's just too patriotic; it got so excited hearing the singing that it couldn't control itself!"

Lin Qingqing huddled in her chair, watching these men who were usually so imposing in public make such a ruckus trying to catch a pig, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud.