Chapter 13 After returning to the village to give noodles and propose marriage, Liu Binghai still treats himself as...

After proposing, Liu Binghai still treated himself like a pig.

The news of her engagement to Liu Hai also spread.

The first person to know was Boss Ma. She thought that if Baldy went to Boss Ma to inquire about her background, Boss Ma would surely tell him about his own happy event to avoid subsequent troubles.

After the autumn harvest, Liu Binghai took the fruits and vegetables to the city to find several partners. The harvest was very good and the quality of the products was also good. The farm business gradually improved and restaurants in the market came to Liu Binghai to purchase goods.

Boss Ma has always been happy to take orders. He never raises prices or signs exclusive contracts with Liu Binghai.

She thought that food was grown to be eaten by people. It was a gift from God and there was no need to use it as a rake for anyone to make money.

Since restaurant owners cannot obtain monopoly qualifications, there is no malicious competition among them and the relationship between them is relatively harmonious.

Life passed in this dull manner for half a year.

Half a year later, spring came again. After a whole winter, Liu Binghai was tired of the traditional life and began to study greenhouses.

But greenhouses are not so easy to build. The materials required are too complicated. It took her a long time to study the greenhouse film and shade net alone. Moreover, the thickness of the film for ordinary vegetable greenhouses must be between 12-20 threads, which makes it even more difficult to find.

So she just made a simple frame temporarily, found some steel pipes and welded them together to build a base, and then made some simple sunshade nets by herself. She made a small one temporarily and tried it first.

Half of the farm is farmland and the other half is greenhouses, each occupying a place. From a distance, they look like two majestic warriors.

With the greenhouse, business became better and better. Liu Binghai hired two people, expanded the garden a little, and prepared more rice and flour, which he asked someone to send to Tianmu Village.

When preparing noodles for Kidamura, Liu Hai felt a shadow of doubt in his heart and couldn't help asking Liu Binghai: "I heard of you when I was in Xiaotao Village before."

"Oh?" Liu Binghai was amused. "What did you say?"

"I've heard that you have a bad background and are not popular in the village. Grandma is not very kind to you either."

"Yeah." Liu Binghai nodded.

"Don't you hate them? And you're willing to send rice and flour back?"

He didn't want to stop her, he was just curious.

Liu Binghai curled his lips and asked him, "Do you think I should hate them?"

She quietly looked at the man she had proposed to. He lowered his brows and thought for a moment, then said calmly, "If it were me, I might hate him."

Liu Binghai thought, well, if it were me, I would hate it too, but that’s not me.

I am not Zhang Qin.

"So?" she asked again.

Zhang Hai said calmly, "But I will still send the noodles back."

Liu Binghai smiled, "Why?"

Liu Hai fiddled with his bowl-cut hair and said, "Sprinkle a bunch of croton seeds into the flour and kill these black-hearted people."

Liu Binghai burst out laughing.

He was speaking up for himself, and his cynical look made him look like a child.

Looking at the serious expression of the guy with the bowl-cut hair, she suddenly felt grateful, grateful that he didn't say things like "You should be grateful, understanding, tolerant and kind".

If she were the original owner, she might not hate him, she just felt that there was a better solution than hatred.

A better solution for yourself.

Her grandmother raised her for eight years before she was born. She was partial to her but did not commit any serious fault. She could complain about the pain of partiality, but she could not help her because of the minor fault.

Now, she was repaying the original owner for the love she had shown in raising a child without giving birth.

A whole truckload of grain and vegetables was transported back to Tianmu Village, causing an uproar in the village.

A bunch of people gathered around the rice and flour cart, chattering non-stop, especially those who had once called Zhang Qin a "Sangba Star."

The original owner's grandmother's hands trembled with excitement as she stood beside the donkey cart loaded with flour and asked the person entrusted with the task, "Did my granddaughter earn all this? Is she doing well?"

The person who was entrusted was a relative of a merchant on the farm. He had seen the drifting ice seas a few times and they were white and tender, which looked very good.

So he said, "I'm doing fine! I opened a small farm with Liu Hai, and they're doing very well!"

The old lady felt relieved and asked again, "Has she always been with Liu Hai?"

The man said: "Yes, I heard you are getting married!"

Men think this is a happy event and naturally smile happily.

The old lady and the people around her were stunned when they heard this. They really didn't expect that they would get married so soon.

Although it was a bit hasty, the old lady thought that Liu Hai was a capable man who could take good care of the baby.

The old lady was relieved, but she couldn't help but sigh when she thought of her granddaughter's miserable life here in the past.

At least she has finally made it through, and this old woman has finally done her best to live up to her parents.

But Mo Dongdong, who was standing by, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and it felt like a huge rock fell into his heart.

His fists were clenched tightly, just like his tight heart, unable to relax.

She is getting married, so soon, to someone else.

She dumped me in a hurry, and now she is in a hurry to marry someone else. And as expected, she ended up following that guy with the bowl-cut hair.

Thinking of the scene of them standing there, one tall and one short, in fear that day, Mo Dongdong felt his throat tighten.

What is more painful than losing something is never having it.

The only thing more painful than never having something is knowing you could have it.

Mo Dongdong felt that he had missed it just a little bit, just a little bit, and then he could never catch up.

He stood there in fear, head lowered, and said nothing. He didn't know what he was disappointed about, but he was just disappointed.

They had never really been together, so logically speaking, the breakup couldn't be considered a real breakup. Since there was no joy of holding hands, how could there be the pain of breaking up?

However, that inexplicable feeling of suffocation still lingered in his heart from time to time.

It made Fu Yaya feel uncomfortable.

The more affectionate he was, the more moved she was; the more moved she was, the more she envied Zhang Qin who had gone far away.

If it weren't for her, maybe Dongdong could like himself.

Seeing her beloved man silent, Fu Yaya walked forward, thought again and again, and asked with red eyes, "You are still thinking about her, right?"

Mo Dongdong thought, Zhang Qin was originally his fiancée. If that accident hadn't happened, she would have been married off in a formal ceremony. Is there anything wrong with him thinking about her?

He thought of her as if she were his own lover. Is there anything wrong with that?

Looking at her, he suddenly felt a little annoyed. If she hadn't come to see him so often, perhaps Qinqin wouldn't have misunderstood.

If there were no misunderstanding, I wouldn't be sad. If I wasn't sad, I wouldn't run away with that guy with the bowl-cut hair.

He gave her a dark, blank look and made no answer.

Fu Yaya felt a lump in her heart.

Fu Yaya was originally very happy to hear that Zhang Qin was getting married, thinking that Dongdong could let it go. But when she turned around, she saw his lost look.

It was like a knife stabbing her heart.

Fu Yaya: "You still like her, don't you?"

Mo Dongdong didn't say anything. He didn't know, so he didn't answer. He just felt like something in his world collapsed, and his heart collapsed with it.

Fu Yaya knew the truth was hard to change. Although she didn't want to, some things couldn't be forced. However, she refused to accept it and wanted to know more of the truth. So she gritted her teeth and asked him, "Dongdong...if...if Zhang Qin didn't exist, would you like me?"

She just wanted to know, if she wasn't there, would she have any chance?

Mo Dongdong was stunned. He had been in a daze these days and had put himself in a vicious circle of heartbreak and couldn't get out.

He just couldn't understand why something that clearly belonged to him was suddenly lost and disappeared.

If, if only... Ten thousand ifs linger in my mind.

He looked up and saw Fu Yaya with red eyes, and he knew that she was sincere to him.

She was so delicate and gentle, if Qinqin hadn't been there, he might have liked her...

No, even in this situation now, he admitted that Fu Yaya was not completely unimpressed.

She cares about him, is concerned about him, and wants to be close to him.

He was a man, she was a woman, she was so charming and sincere, she was so close. Naturally, he was not heartless.

only……

Alas... He clenched his fists, why couldn't he feel happy?

Mo Dongdong couldn't say anything. He sighed, looked at her again, and still didn't answer.

He only heard the people beside him praising Zhang Qin: "That girl might be doing something. She set up a farm and grows a lot of rare things that we don't see here. Lately, she's been working hard on some greenhouse thing. She says we'll have delicious food to eat all year round."

How can you be so capable? Mo Dongdong's expression suddenly froze.

He would rather hear others say that she was lazy and greedy, or that she had the same miserable and resentful face as before.

Don't be so nice, okay?

Mo Dongdong's heart was pounding.