Wang Peng arrived at Du's melon field and worked with Du Geda to pick watermelons, weigh them, load them onto the truck, and settle accounts.

The father and son sat down to rest next to the melon shed. Du Geda opened a watermelon, and the two of them ate and chatted.

"Uncle Du, I'll pay you for this cartload of melons tomorrow, okay?" he said.

“No problem, it doesn’t matter if it’s a day earlier or later,” Du Geda readily agreed.

After finishing the watermelon, Wang Peng pulled a cart full of watermelons back to the village, where he met Du Lei, who was delivering food to his grandfather.

“I asked someone to give her the letter you wrote. She’s not someone who doesn’t respect herself. I’ll make you admit defeat,” Du Lei said.

"Good brother, I admire your decisiveness!" Wang Peng gave him a thumbs up, "I hope you can convince me completely."

The two brothers exchanged a few trashy words, one went to the melon field to deliver food to his grandfather, and the other pulled a cart back to Duzhuang.

Duzhuang and Fengcun are next to each other. Feng Lingling received Wang Peng's letter, read it under the covers, and felt a little excited.

Three hundred yuan is enough for her to pay her tuition. Going to work in the south is not as comfortable as going to school.

The remaining money can be used to buy a floral dress, jeans, ankle boots, Alpenliebe candies...

Just then, she heard a noise outside, peeked out from under the covers, and saw her stylishly dressed older sister, Feng Zhenzhen.

The older woman was wearing high heels, jeans that accentuated her figure, and a pink leather jacket.

"Lingling, Pierre Cardin is selling in our county! Do you think my new jacket is pretty?" She came to the bedside and showed off her pink jacket.

"Hmm, it looks good." Feng Lingling was very jealous, her hands clenched into fists hidden under the covers.

“The clothes and shoes I’m wearing cost several hundred yuan. Lingling, if you come with me to the south, you’ll be able to wear them too in less than six months,” she said.

"I want to go to school. If I don't get into university, I'll go to work." Feng Lingling turned over, ignoring her older sister's clothes.

She knew what her older sister did in the south: she worked in an electronics factory during the day and worked as a prostitute in a small alley at night.

I can't afford a Pierre Cardin with just my salary from the electronics factory.

Pierre Cardin was a household name in the 1980s and 90s, a top luxury brand comparable to Hermès, which embodied the fashion concepts of a generation after China's reform and opening up and led a generation's fashion trend.

Feng Lingling became increasingly jealous. They were born of the same mother, so why did she wear Pierre Cardin while she wore those tacky cotton pants?

At this moment, the girl next door invited Feng Zhenzhen to go out and play; they worked in the same electronics factory.

After they left, Feng Lingling immediately got up, locked the door, and took a red suitcase from under her eldest sister's bed.

I opened the box, carefully took out the clothes inside, and found five packs of opened cigarettes. Inside the cigarette packs were condoms.

She guessed her older sister's real job based on the condom.

A few minutes later, she put her suitcase under the bed, put two condoms inside, and went out.

Look up at the moon in the sky, and walk into the farmland of Duzhuang under the cover of night.

Duzhuang.

Old Sun's melon patch.

Wang Peng and Du Lei hid outside the melon shed.

Du Lei whispered, "Brother Peng, have you ever done 'that' with a woman?"

"What's wrong?" Wang Peng pretended not to understand.

"It's that kind of thing," Du Lei said shyly and timidly.

The moon is very bright tonight, and the visibility is also very high; you can see the path leading to Duzhuang.

“Brother Peng, Lingling isn’t a crazy girl. She’ll definitely tear your note to shreds.”

Du Lei said, "We agreed that if she doesn't come tonight, you have to lend me two hundred yuan."

“No problem. But…” Wang Peng smiled, “what should we say if she comes?”

"She definitely won't come, she's not a crazy girl!" Du Lei said confidently.

Just then, a figure appeared on the path, standing motionless in the moonlight.

"It looks like someone's coming. I'll go greet them. You go hide over there," Wang Peng chuckled softly.

He guessed it might be Feng Lingling, and felt a little smug, thinking that now he wouldn't have to lend money to Du Lei.

Du Lei was stunned for two seconds, his mind went blank, and he hurriedly hid in the sorghum field next to him.

The sorghum field was right next to the melon shed, less than a meter apart.

Who's here?

Is it Feng Lingling?

Is she really willing to sell her body for three hundred yuan?

Thinking of this, Du Lei's mind went blank.

Wang Peng turned on his flashlight and slowly walked towards the figure at the intersection. He shone the flashlight on the figure, which turned out to be a woman with her back to him.

"Hello," Wang Peng said with a smile, "Are you Sister Lingling?"

"Who are you? Do you have three hundred yuan? Did you write the letter that Fatty San gave me?" Feng Lingling still had her back to him.

“I wrote it. I want you,” Wang Peng said. “Sister Lingling, shall we go to the melon shed to talk?”

Sanpangzi is the little boy who helps Feng Lingling and Du Lei deliver love letters.

The air began to quiet down.

About two minutes later, Feng Lingling whispered, "I don't believe you have money unless you show it to me."

“Okay.” Wang Peng pulled out three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket. “The money is in my hand. You can look at it later.”

For the sake of the good show, he went to the small shop in Duzhuang and exchanged his change for larger bills.

Feng Lingling turned around and saw the three hundred yuan under the flashlight beam, and immediately believed him.

"What's your name? Do we know each other?" she asked softly.

"Hehe." Wang Peng turned around and walked away, slowly walking to the side of the melon shed to wait for her.

"Brother Lei, she's here, but I don't know if she'll come to the melon shed."

Hiding in the sorghum field, Du Lei didn't speak. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Brother Lei, you've already lost. Any normal girl wouldn't risk coming here alone in the middle of the night just because of a note of dubious authenticity."

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