After resigning, I want to go back to the village to grow sweet potatoes

After dinner, Zhuang Yan and Yu Hui sat on the high rock and talked.

For some reason, Zhuang Yan is still used to calling Mei Hui Yu Hui.

Under the leadership of Mei Fangfei, the other young friends were guided by Meng Chaoren to improve their foreign language proficiency and prepare for going abroad.

At night in Qingshuiwan in early autumn, the cool breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance, including the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, the light fragrance of hibiscus flowers, the strong fragrance of Milan flowers, and the delicate fragrance of sweet potato flowers.

After Yu Hui arrived in Qingshui Bay this time, she didn't wear any perfume or make-up on her body, but felt refreshed.

Zhuang Yan and Yu Hui sat quietly for ten minutes at first, neither of them spoke, only listening to the rustling of green bamboos blown by the wind in the distance and the foreign language recitations of nearby friends.

Zhuang Yan took the lead to break the silence and asked Yu Hui: "Have you thought about it? Where are you going?"

Yu Hui didn't answer Zhuang Yan immediately, stared at Zhuang Yan for a long time before asking Zhuang Yan: "Am I ugly?"

"How is it possible? If it's ugly, can you still be the host?" Zhuang Yan didn't dare to look at Mei Hui.

"Then my character is not good?" Mei Hui still stared at Zhuang Yan closely.

"Everyone says you're a good girl."

"Then why don't you want me?"

"What are you thinking? We are cousins."

"Before, when you didn't know the truth, why did you reject me?"

"I don't have the heart to fall in love. Besides, how can I, a sweet potato stem, be worthy of a young lady like you?"

"Cousin and cousin are worthy now? Can we fall in love here in Clear Water Bay?"

"Now I don't even have the intention to fall in love. I haven't started planting sweet potatoes yet. I wonder if I can plant them well?"

"Hmph, I know, I'm not good enough for you now!" Yu Hui turned her head and moved her butt to the other side of the boulder.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Zhuang Yan wanted to get closer to Yu Hui, buttocks dangled for a while and sat down again, keeping the original posture still.

Zhuang Yan and Yu Hui used to sit on the boulder two seats apart, but now, one sits on the east end of the boulder and the other sits on the west end of the boulder.

Today is the eighteenth day of the eighth lunar month, and the moon belongs to the "juwai month".

"Juwaiyue" means that the moon on this day needs people to sit in the living room for a while before it rises. Now the moon has not emerged from the top of the East Mountain in Qingshui Bay.

Zhuang Yan and Yu Hui, who were sitting on the big rock in the night, could barely see each other's body outlines with the help of a street lamp beside the old tree.Now the two of them are sitting at the two ends of the boulder, one east and the other west, and they can't even see each other's figures clearly, let alone their facial expressions.They can only rely on their feelings, feeling that she and he are still sitting on the same big rock.

Silence, silence, still silence.

Zhuang Yan wanted to speak first, but she was afraid that she would get angry if she said something wrong, she would stand up and leave when she got angry, maybe she would fall down and get hurt, but Cousin Meiyuan couldn't stand it...

Life is an unpredictable life. It is unexpected that Yu Hui and herself are relatives, and Yu Hui and her biological mother are close at hand, but they will not recognize each other until 30 years later.

Although Lin Xizhen did not allow outsiders to enter the backyard of Mei's small courtyard, as long as Yu Hui was a little mischievous and played in the backyard unintentionally, maybe Meiyuan would have a chance to discover that Yu Hui was her daughter.Or Meiyuan couldn't help herself and rushed out of the backyard to meet Yu Hui who was in the middle courtyard. Perhaps the mother and daughter could also recognize each other soon.

The world is tricky, and everything may have been arranged in the dark.

Just like myself, he slapped Fang Cheng in the face in a fit of anger, resigned and returned to Clear Water Bay.

I want to go back to Qingshuiwan to do something so that the villagers can live like the people in the city. I thought about it countless times in the dead of night, but I got up to work during the day and was too busy to think about it, so I never made up my mind to resign and go back to the city. the village.

If it weren't for the old pen that his grandfather gave him, maybe no matter how aggrieved and resentful he was, he wouldn't have written the word "resignation" and slapped Fang Cheng in the face that day.

Zhuang Yan subconsciously touched the old pen in his chest pocket, huh?What is another hard thing?
Zhuang Yan took it out and saw that it was the gold card given to him by his grandfather Zhuang Ran.

The night was hazy, and the gold card was shining.At this moment, a gibbous moon slowly rose from the top of Dongshan Mountain, and the moonlight reflected the golden card shining on Yuhui's face.

"Show off? Isn't it just a gold card?"

"No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean that. Don't think about it too much. When I came across this card when I was holding a pen, what did I think it was? Then I took it out to have a look."

Yu Hui's cold and arrogant tone made Zhuang Yan defend repeatedly.

"Now you don't need to draft a lie, do you?"

"I didn't lie, and I don't need to lie."

"Well, you didn't lie, what are you doing with your pen at night? Could it be that you wrote your masterpiece in the dark?"

"I was wondering why this pen wrote down the word 'resign' and slapped Fang Cheng in the face?"

"At the beginning, you were impulsive, but now you regret blaming this pen?"

"No, I'm thanking it for helping me."

"Thank you for allowing you to return to Qingshuiwan to grow sweet potatoes?"

"Hey, that's right."

"Let me see, what kind of pen?"

Yu Hui naturally moved to Zhuang Yan's side, took the old fountain pen in Zhuang Yan's hand, inspected it carefully for a while, and then unscrewed the cap, and a miraculous scene happened:
I saw the nib of the fountain pen gleaming, pointing to the signature of the gold card holder in Zhuang Yan's hand, and wrote the word "Solemn" eloquently.

"Yu Hui, how can you sign my name? I'm going to return it to my little grandpa."

Zhuang Yan hurriedly removed the gold card in his hand, and snatched back the old pen with the other hand.

In surprise, Yu Huizheng blamed her solemnly and ferociously, and took back the old pen from her. Feeling displeased, she stood up abruptly, and replied angrily, "What broken pen? Who cares about it?"

"Hey, hey, Yu Hui, when did you start imitating my handwriting?" Zhuang Yan didn't care about Yu Hui's attitude at all, and his tone changed from blame to doubt.

"Che, imitate your handwriting? Is it necessary for me? I might as well practice yoga for a while when I have free time." Yu Hui didn't sit down.

"Look, why did you sign my name exactly the same as what I wrote?" Zhuang Yan stood up and held up the gold card to Yu Hui.

"is it possible?"

Yu Hui leaned closer to Jinka for a closer look, and couldn't help but gasped.How can it be?The gold card is really signed with the solemn name, and the handwriting is the solemn handwriting.

Yu Hui asked Zhuang Yan, "Is it possible?" There are two meanings, one is that it is possible to sign the name on the gold card?She just unscrewed the cap of the old fountain pen. She didn't intend to write at all, and she didn't have time to write. Second, even if she wanted to sign the gold card for the solemnity, it was impossible to imitate the solemn handwriting.Although she is very familiar with the solemn handwriting, she has admired it for so many years.

Seeing Yu Hui standing there in a daze, Zhuang Yan took back the gold card and pen and put them in her closet pocket, then tugged at the corner of Yu Hui's clothes, and said softly, "Sit down, let's talk about your next plan?"

Yu Hui did not respond to the solemnity, standing in front of the big rock, looking at the distant mountains under the moonlight, muttering to herself: "How is it possible? I signed your name? Could it be that our two previous lives were really one?" ?”

When Zhuang Yan heard Yu Hui muttering, "Could it be that our two past lives are really one", he was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand and shook Yu Hui's eyes a few times, but Yu Hui didn't respond.

"You, you, what's the matter with you?"

"Could it be that our two previous lives were really one?"

"Yu Hui, don't scare me, just sit down and calm down for a while."

"Could it be that our two past lives were really one? Could it be that our two past lives were really one?"

Yu Hui chanted the same sentence over and over in despair, and Zhuang Yan had no choice but to shout: "Come on!"