In winter, the wind is particularly strong on the seaside, making the coconut trees on the roadside rustle.

Now there are basically no tourists in the shallow fishing village, only occasionally students come to the dock to sketch, there are no tourists, and Yang Zilan's stall does not need to open, so she lives on the income of Zhang Qinghe's online store.

Zhang Qinghe was packing in the yard with a big belly, her hands were red and stiff from the cold.

She packed for a while, then sat down to rest, and gently beat her waist with her hand, because she was pregnant and felt a sore backache after standing for a long time.

After a while, Zhang Qinghe heard the sound of the motorcycle getting closer and closer, and finally, stopped at the side of her house, she knew that it must be Liang Jianyong coming.

"Qinghe, let you not pack, but you don't listen." As soon as Liang Jianyong stepped into the courtyard, he saw several packaged couriers.

"It's okay, I just packed a few light ones, and there are three large ones, and I'll leave them for you." The corners of Zhang Qinghe's mouth rose and he stood up.

"You sit and rest, I'll come." Liang Jianyong helped Zhang Qinghe to sit down on the chair again.

He quickly walked to the packing table in the courtyard by himself, weighed and packed the customer's purchase list.

Zhang Qinghe looked at his busy back, and a sense of security arose. During this time, thanks to his help and companionship, Zhang Qinghe lived a happier and more fulfilling life.

"Yong, thank you!" Zhang Qinghe said this sentence that had been stuck in his throat for a long time.

The movements in Liang Jianyong's hand paused, and Zhang Qinghe's words made him inexplicably a little flustered, as if Zhang Qinghe wanted to draw a line with him.

He finished packing the last item in his hand, then turned around, walked to Zhang Qinghe and sat down.

"Qinghe, you know my heart for you, when the baby is born, let me take care of your mother and son."

"I'm not rich, but I'll work hard and love you with all my heart and soul as best I can."

"Ah Yong, when the baby is born, I will answer your question, and now I can't promise you." Zhang Qinghe still insisted on her own approach, and now that she is pregnant with Li Ziqiang's child, she doesn't want to talk about feelings, although her approach has accepted Liang Jianyong.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Liang Jianyong did not continue the topic with interest, but stood up and put all the packed couriers on the plastic box of the motorcycle and put them away.

"Let's go." Liang Jianyong put on his helmet and prepared to leave.

"Ah Yong, wait a minute." Zhang Qinghe walked into the house slowly with a big belly.

Liang Jianyong sat on a motorcycle, lit a cigarette and waited for her.

When Zhang Qinghe came out again, he was holding a pair of men's gloves in his hand.

"Ah Yong, you wear these gloves, how cold it is to drive a motorcycle every day, you see, what are your hands frozen." After speaking, Zhang Qinghe stuffed the gloves to Liang Jianyong.

Liang Jianyong looked at the gloves, hehe smirked, he touched the gloves gently, he was reluctant to wear them at all, at this moment, he felt very warm.

"Put it on, what's silly?" Zhang Qinghe smiled and urged him.

"Okay, put it on, I'm just happy, and then I'm a little silly." Liang Jianyong still looked honest, which made Zhang Qinghe couldn't help laughing.

"Qinghe, you smile so beautifully." Liang Jianyong touched his head, and when he said this, his face was hot, but his skin was too dark because he was exposed to the wind and sun, and Zhang Qinghe couldn't see his blushing.

"Let's go, don't be poor." Zhang Qinghe smiled lightly.

"Okay." Liang Jianyong put on his gloves, felt the warmth of the gloves on his face for a while, and then started the motorcycle and left.

Zhang Qinghe stood in the alley, looking at Liang Jianyong's distant back, the shallow smile still on his face, and it did not disperse for a long time.

"Qinghe." A familiar voice came, Zhang Qinghe turned around and saw Li Ziqiang, the smile on her face immediately retracted, and her face sank instantly.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Qinghe's tone was cold, and Li Ziqiang felt that her words were more hurtful than the wind in this winter.

Li Ziqiang's eyes were gloomy: "I'll buy some milk powder for the baby." ”

Zhang Qinghe took a look, and he was indeed carrying a can of milk powder in his hand.

"I won't need it in the future, I'll buy it for the baby." Zhang Qinghe thought that he was the child's father, took the milk powder in his hand and turned around and went back to the house.

"Qinghe." Li Ziqiang immediately called out to Zhang Qinghe.

"Is there anything else?" There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in Zhang Qinghe's tone.

"Are you in a relationship with that courier?" Li Ziqiang's voice was very soft, and he said it as if he was afraid of hurting himself.

"You don't have to worry about this, we have already cleared the two, and you are not qualified to care about me." Zhang Qinghe didn't want to talk to him about it.

"Qinghe, before, I was sorry for you."

"If you quit gambling now, you have an explanation for yourself, and in the future, the baby will not hate you."

"Well, I'll quit."

Zhang Qinghe walked into the house, and Li Ziqiang silently left the shallow fishing village.

During this time, Li Ziqiang did not gamble anymore, as long as the weather was good in winter, he would also go out to sea to fish, and with the money earned from selling fish, he would buy milk powder for the baby.

Alone at home, lonely, especially at night, he misses Zhang Qinghe crazily.

In the past, when Zhang Qinghe was there, he never knew how to cherish her, and he thought she was nagging and troublesome. Now that he is at home alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, and not even having anyone to talk to, he knows how beautiful it is to have a wife.

It's a pity that the world doesn't regret taking medicine.

Li Ziqiang drove the battery car back to Baiwan Fishing Village along the main road, and after Lin Xi's three homestays, he stopped again.

Looking at the three similarly decorated B&Bs, he thought: Is the courier greedy for Zhang Qinghe's money and wants to be with her?

If this is the case, Zhang Qinghe may not choose the courier, but because the baby is with him again.

Thinking of this, Li Ziqiang seems to be full of hope again, in the past, Zhang Qinghe loved himself so much, and now, it is impossible to say that if you don't love it, you won't love it, as long as there is no Liang Jianyong, maybe he still has hope.

Li Ziqiang remembered the lonely night, and remembered the appearance of the couple next door in and out, so he decided to give it a try.

In the countryside, even if the family conditions are not good, his parents do not want him to marry a woman with children in the future, especially Zhang Qinghe is still pregnant with someone else's child, and it is difficult for any parent to accept it.

Thinking of this, a trace of excitement flashed on Li Ziqiang's face.