Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

After leaving the courtyard, Ji Xuan couldn’t help but glanced back at it. The door of the main house was opened, and she could even see a man and woman inside it.

Ji Xuan smiled and walked briskly to the bullpen.

The environment of the bullpen was terrible, with only a small window allowing dim light.

Ji Xuan felt that she couldn’t breathe every time she came here, but her grandpa was here and she couldn’t go.

This time when she entered the bullpen, she smelt a rare fragrance of rice.

Ji Xuan smiled a little bit more on his face: “Grandpa, isn’t Sister Jiaojiao’s cooking delicious?”

When Ji Changfeng, who looked as old as a seventy-eighty-year-old man [1], heard it was her granddaughter, his face softened subconsciously. and said hoarsely, “You got something from someone else again. How are we going to repay them in the future?”

After speaking, he saw the hairstyle and face of his granddaughter. Ji Changfeng was stunned for a while, and said in surprise, “Why did you cut your hair?! How come you look like a boy!”

“Yeah, now I won’t be in as much danger! If I’m a boy, no one will bully me.” Ji Xuan raised her eyebrows triumphantly as she sat on a pile of hay. All of her motions were large and unrestrained, just like a real boy.

This made the somewhat old-fashioned Ji Changfeng twitch, and he wanted to say something.

But when he thought about his own situation, his rage extinguished, and he sighed, “You have grown up. You can decide by yourself.”

Ji Xuan smiled and looked at the bowl on the side. The bowl was quite big, but it was broken. There was a gap, and the rice inside had all been eaten.

Sister Jiaojiao filled the bowl with a lot of meat and rice, and also gave her fish soup. Even after eating it, this smell still lingered in the air.

She took the bowl out to clean instinctively.

Ji Xuan was a fifteen-year-old girl with an underdeveloped body due to long-term malnutrition. As she was wearing threadbare clothes and had cut her hair short, she looked like a boy at a glance.

The women in the village occasionally passed by and were surprised, “Who is this young man? He is quite lively.”

Ji Xuan had even less worries about her disguise now.

After washing the dishes, when she returned home, she glanced at the direction of the mountain. It looked very gloomy. There were dense trees, and no light could penetrate them. Ordinary people would wander at the foot of the mountain at most, never daring to go deep.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a bit of ambition.

In addition to chestnuts, there are so many good things here, all of which can be exchanged for money…

…

Su Jiaojiao knew that she was not good at haircutting, so she planned to resort to diplomacy before violence. That way, Song Qinghan would be too embarrassed to make a fuss oer his bad haircut.

After eating, she directly used the hot water in the pot to wash his hair.

It’s a pity that reality is never as perfect as your imagination.

Without a barbershop’s chair, it is inconvenient to lie down and wash your hair. Su Jiaojiao tried several times but failed to cover Song Qinghan’s entire head with water.

Seeing that big man lying pitifully on a long bench, trying to stabilize her head without any support as she clumsily made his shirt wet but couldn’t even get half his head wet. She even made the veins on his neck bulge out.

She finally said with some guilt, “Why don’t you do it yourself?”

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sat up straight. “Ok.”

He wanted to let Jiao Jiao play around, but he didn’t expect this position to be really uncomfortable.

Su Jiaojiao stood aside and watched with a guilty conscience.

He was able to wash his own hair very neatly. He directly bent over, took the shampoo and rubbed it on his head twice, then added some water, and it foamed up. After that, he washed his hair and poured water. The action was quick and decisive, and it took two minutes total.

After Song Qinghan finished washing his hair and wiped it with a towel until it didn’t drip water, Su Jiaojiao found a shirt to cover his body like a barber’s cape [2], and she began to cut his hair.

His hair used to be a one-inch long military cut, so it’d be fine as long as she kept to the correct length.

Su Jiaojiao is holding a comb in one hand and an empty hand in the other. Her face was solemn as she said, “I’m starting.”

“Yeah.” Song Qinghan sat properly, his back straight and his hands on his knees.

After Su Jiaojiao finished speaking, she deflated, but she still gritted her teeth and started.

With a slight “click”, a piece of hair fell off, and she continued to do it again.

A few seconds later, Su Jiaojiao silently looked at the uneven patch of hair, and felt even more guilty. [Matchmaker system, I regret it.]

She knew now cutting hair is really difficult! [3]

[Host, come on! Think of the rewards.] The matchmaker’s system cheered her on with a milky voice. [4]

Su Jiaojiao blinked and didn’t want to give up. She had already started, so why not continue? At worst, they would have to fix it at the barber’s.

But……

She yelled sweetly: “Qinghan~”

He turned his head without any worry on his face and asked softly, “What’s the matter?”

Su Jiaojiao lay on his shoulders, leaning over and pouting as she kissed him.

Song Qinghan was startled slightly, then smiled. He was about to ask for more when he saw that Su Jiaojiao had stood up straight and was about to continue.

He lowered his eyes, feeling the residual temperature on his lips, his eyes flickering.

[1] People married and had children younger in the 70s.
[2] The thing barbers wrap around your neck.
[3] This is a job for a reason y’know.
[4] Ehhhhhh. Never trust the system’s missions.