Chapter 9: The Ancestors Are Gone Fu Yaya was shocked and froze in her tracks...

Fu Yaya was so shocked that she froze in place without moving.

He yelled at her, Mo Dongdong, who was always good-tempered, yelled at her.

She was like a frightened little white horse, her long skirt swaying in the wind, as if she was crying, and as if she felt very aggrieved just like her owner's mood.

Mo Dongdong felt that was enough.

It was this woman who repeatedly came to my house to look for me, always late at night when the dew was heavy. That girl must have known about it. No wonder she no longer had any good feelings towards me!

Judging from the way she spoke today, it was clear that if she hadn't misunderstood the relationship between him and Fu Yaya, what else could it be?

If it weren't for her, if it weren't for her...

Ahhhh......

Mo Dongdong was so upset that he wanted to lose his temper.

Fu Yaya looked at him with red eyes, her face full of grievance.

Mo Dongdong looked at her aggrieved expression, his anger still unabated, "You've been coming to see me a lot lately, maybe she knew about it."

Fu Yaya bit her lip and looked at him aggrievedly.

The more affectionate a man is, the more he makes a woman feel obsessed, even if his affection is not for himself...

Fu Yaya thought he looked extremely charming at the moment, and her heart began to beat wildly.

Mo Dongdong calmed down and looked at the innocent Fu Yaya. He felt that he had gone a little too far, but who told him...

"I'm sorry." Mo Dongdong paused for a moment, then spoke slowly, his throat a little dry. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now, but it would be better if we didn't see each other as often in the future."

After saying that, I was stunned again. What's the point of being rare? She's leaving... with that pot-cut guy...

Ignore myself and ignore the companionship I want to provide.

So her mood, which had just calmed down, immediately became restless again. She felt that she was so unlucky. Why could she never get it right? He didn't love her when she loved him, and he fell in love with her when she didn't love him anymore. One wrong step led to another, and she couldn't catch up after making so many mistakes.

Mo Dongdong returned home in a daze, fearing that he would get angry at Fu Yaya again if he didn't go home.

He was originally a calm person, but he became so impatient when he was provoked. His obsession with the drifting ice sea soon became the talk of the whole village.

"It turns out that kid has always liked me."

"I never thought that such a calm-looking kid could do something like this."

"I don't know if the Zhang family's granddaughter can change her mind."

"I heard that the trouble was caused by the new girl from the Fu family? That girl is quite pretty."

"Who knows? Most girls who attract attention don't have good intentions."

"snort."

Soon, the villagers had a new topic to talk about. Zhang Qin, unable to hold her tongue any longer, simply started a new "derivative topic". Some people even kept a close eye on Fu Yaya's every move and studied her romantic affairs of always going to Mo Dongdong to "chat about everything".

The gossip of the village changed from "the big bad wolf that no one wanted" to "the big white rabbit that ruined the marriage."

But Liu Binghai doesn't care about that, as long as he doesn't chew her.

Soon it was time to leave, and many people came to see them off. In order to make peace with the Liubinghai and have a chance to share "steamed buns" in the future, the villagers became "simple".

The chicken also came to see him off.

Ever since the chicken slept with the ice sea for a night, it has always felt like a very important person. Every day it has a proud face as if it said "I have slept with a beautiful woman", and its neck is very straight.

It seemed as if it knew that Liu Binghai was leaving, and it stretched its neck and surrounded her, chirping and clucking.

She squatted down, patted the rooster's comb, and said to it, "Lay eggs at home. This is the task I leave for you. You must lay one egg every day. When you lay 100 eggs, I will come back to see you."

The chicken's eyeballs rolled around, I wonder if it was counting.

After giving Ji the task, she said to Xiaomu, "Xiaomu, stay here well and read more books when you have time. I'll come pick you up when I'm better."

Zhang Mu nodded with red eyes.

He actually wanted to go with his sister, but his sister said he was too young and asked him to stay in the village.

Liu Binghai said goodbye to everyone one by one, and the last one was this uncle who he had little contact with.

He drank until midnight and slept until noon every day, so she rarely had the chance to look at him properly.

Now that she could see his appearance clearly, she said to Zhang Yitie, "Uncle, drink less."

She thought of Zhang Yitie's tragic death in middle age.

Although I know that this sentence can't change anything, I still can't help but give some advice.

Zhang Yitie still waved his hand nonchalantly and gave his niece a lazy smile.

The drifting ice sea left without taking anything.

But she took the turtle with her.

This was the original owner's only friend here in her previous life, and also the first friend she met here.

In April, when flowers bloom, the drifting ice sea and the pot-cut hair left the village.

The villagers gathered together to see her off.

Mo Dongdong didn't come.

That day, he stood by the river in the village, looking at the small river where Zhang Qin had originally picked up turtles.

He remembered that one evening, Zhang Qin picked up a little turtle here, which collided with Erhua and the two started fighting.

The scene is still vivid in my mind.

He was nearby.

But he did nothing...

Some mistakes, once made, are probably impossible to undo. Mo Dongdong looked at the river where the ice and snow had melted and closed his eyes silently.

......

There is a reason why Liu Binghai decided to go all the way with Liu Hai.

She was unfamiliar with the place, and she heard that this pot-covered guy was very powerful and could grow a lot of fresh things in the fields. When she was still a little-known person, it was necessary for her to curry favor with him.

I heard that a man with a bowl-cut hair suddenly came to Xiaotao Village. No one knew where he came from or where he was going. He looked very mysterious.

Everything mysterious must have its own weirdness, and everything weird must have its own surprises.

She vaguely felt that this bowl-cut hairstyle was interesting, so she decided to hold onto its thighs in search of a surprise.

Liu Binghai asked the pot-cut hair: "Where are we going?"

Liu Hai asked back: "Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't seen the outside world, how would I know where to go?"

The man with the bowl-cut hair looked at her and smiled.

"Do you want to go into the city?" Liu Hai asked.

Going into the city? Liu Binghai smiled and shook his head.

She knew that the original owner's mother and her twin brother and sister lived in the city. Their house was originally not small, but it was taken away when their father was imprisoned. Her mother had no choice but to shamelessly squeeze back into her parents' home with her brother and sister, and live with Zhang Qin's grandmother, uncle, aunt and a bunch of other people.

There was limited space in her mother's home, so Zhang Qin and Zhang Mu had to be sent to her grandmother's home in the countryside.

What was she doing back in the city now? To mess with her grandmother and then her grandmother?

Forget it...

She plans to go back to see her mother when she can live independently.

So he said to the pot-cut hair: "No, I don't want to go into the city."

The man with the bowl-cut hair looked at her, as if he had expected it.

If not going into the city, where to go?

In her previous life, Zhang Qin, after leaving the village, believed that it was her father's stain that ruined her reputation. She wanted to go into politics and become an official, believing that only in this way could she completely wash away the contempt of others for herself.

But Liu Binghai didn't want to.

If others don't respect you in their hearts, no matter how high your official position is, they may not respect you.

What’s the point of living in the eyes of others every day? It’s better to find ways to have enough food and clothes to eat and wear, that’s more realistic.

She doesn't want to be an official, she just wants to be a happy farmer.

"Pot Head, I heard you've grown a lot of fruits and vegetables that no one else has ever seen. The tomatoes in other people's fields are as big as rocks, but yours are as small as little fingers, and they smell amazing."

Liu Hai listened to him continue with a half smile.

Liu Binghai looked into the distance with a wavering expression:

"Let's go to a place with good feng shui and start a farm."