The Yellow Millet Dream

Huang Yaya carried her suitcase and placed it on the security conveyor belt. She turned around and waved to Ning Yuanyuan, then walked straight through the body scanner.

Although the Spring Festival travel rush wasn't due for another two weeks, the influx of returning university students was already terrifying. The waiting room was packed with students pushing suitcases. Seeing so many people, Huang Yaya gave up trying to find a seat and instead found a corner to quietly watch the large screen in the waiting room.

The train was still half an hour away from arriving at the station, and many people had already started queuing at the ticket gate, including Huang Yaya.

The station's large screen indicated that several trains were delayed, some by half an hour, others by an hour. Fortunately, Huang Yaya's train was not delayed, and ticket checking began fifteen minutes before departure.

After getting on the train, the entire carriage was almost filled with college students pushing suitcases. Huang Yaya walked across the crowded aisle and came to her seat.

Sitting next to her was an elderly migrant worker. Seeing her pushing the suitcase, he stood up enthusiastically and helped her put the suitcase on the shelf.

Just as the old man was about to return to his seat, several female college students walked straight up to him and asked if he could help them put their luggage. The old man agreed enthusiastically.

After sitting down, Huang Yaya quickly took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ning Yuanyuan: I'm on the bus, remember to tell me when you get to school.

After a while, she received a message from Ning Yuanyuan: I have arrived at school.

The signal in the car was sometimes good and sometimes bad. She put away her phone and stared out the window, watching the dilapidated buildings flash by. The students who had just asked the old man for help came over one after another to give him water, instant noodles, biscuits and other snacks.

The old man kept waving his hands to refuse, but he couldn't resist the students' enthusiasm. Although the food was not much, it was all thoughtful. The old man was moved and stuffed the food into the worn schoolbag at his feet, saying gratefully: "You are all good students!"

With nothing to do and no mobile phone to play with, Huang Yaya chatted with the old man. The old man started the conversation first. He asked curiously, "You are college students, right?"

"Yes."

"College students are great! The future of society depends on you."

Huang Yaya felt that the other party was overpraising her and replied, "You are also building this society brick by brick."

The old man said modestly, "I am just a laborer. My future development still depends on you educated people."

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Through chatting, she learned that the old man was working in SS City. Since it was almost Chinese New Year, there was not much work to do at the construction site. He hadn't been home for a year, so this time he planned to go home early to spend time with his family. After all, no matter how beautiful and prosperous the outside world is, it is still home!

When she was about to arrive at the station, it was this old man who helped her take down her suitcase. Huang Yaya knew that the old man had to take the train overnight, so she gave him all her remaining snacks before getting off the train and said gratefully, "Thank you for helping me with my luggage, otherwise I don't know what I would do."

After getting out of the station, he saw Mr. Huang and Huang Zijian waiting at the door, while Mrs. Huang was happily preparing dinner at home.

After finishing her meal and washing up, Huang Yaya went to her brother Huang Zijian's room and sat on the bed, which was messier than a doghouse and smelled bad. Seeing her brother's questioning look, she asked, "Do you know what happened to my cousin after that incident?"

"My aunt and her friends went to the school and made several disturbances, but the other party was a minor, and the school teachers and the other party's parents all said that Yi Yuzheng was not sociable and might have mental problems. They were just joking with him. How could a normal person commit suicide because of someone else's joke?" Huang Zijian said angrily.

"So just let it go like this?" Huang Yaya couldn't believe it. The person was dead, and she was still being blamed.

"No, the school and the other parent each paid 100,000 yuan in compensation. They also said that the aunt forced their son to death, and they only paid the compensation out of humanitarianism."

Huang Yaya was in a state of great emotional turmoil. Two hundred thousand yuan had bought out a life. But who was the final straw? Only the deceased Yi Yuzheng knew.

There are also winter vacation homework during the university vacation. Their school requires every freshman to do a week of social practice and report on the results of the social practice on stage after school starts.

After much deliberation, Huang Yaya decided to volunteer at a nursing home in her county. Before she even arrived, she had already mentally prepared herself: she would clean for the elderly, teach them how to use smartphones, and bring joy to these lonely elderly people.

But when she came here, she found that her previous thoughts were unnecessary. The rooms where the elderly lived were very clean, and they only needed to know how to answer and make calls on their mobile phones.

As for a cheerful atmosphere, there's no shortage of it here. The elderly in this nursing home have plenty of space for activities, such as practicing Tai Chi, calligraphy, and playing poker. Her main task as a volunteer is to listen to their stories and praise their calligraphy and paintings.

The holiday days passed quickly. In two days, it would be the Little New Year in the north. Huang Yaya had been helping her mother at home these days, which actually meant buying New Year's goods and cleaning.

Although it was not very busy, every time Huang Yaya wanted to sit down and rest, her mother would call her, either to help get the plates or to go out and buy a bottle of soy sauce.

Huang Yaya looked at Huang Zijian enviously as he sat at the table pretending to write. He spent half an hour on a homework assignment, still on the same page. Every time she passed by Huang Zijian, she would gently pat his head.

In the post station, Huo Weixi was reading a book called "Taibai's Art of War" at a wooden table when Huang Yaya suddenly appeared opposite him.

When Huang Yaya opened her eyes, she saw Huo Weixi with an excited face. Looking around, she knew that her dream had unlocked a new venue.

But why did she dream about Huo Weixi instead of Song Zhexi? Although the appearance and voice of the man in front of her accurately hit her preferences, he was too serious and it would be boring to dream about him.

She no longer insisted on knocking down this banished immortal who was not allowed to approach her. After all, Song Zhexi was more to her liking and had a more alive feel.

But she had already dreamed it and couldn't wake up, so she could only continue to lie on the table, praying in her heart that she would dream of Song Zhexi next time.

She didn't even notice that Huo Weixi was only wearing a thin white robe at this time.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Huo Weixi put down the book and asked with concern.

"Nothing, I just feel bored!" Huang Yaya answered very honestly.

"Sister, do you think I'm too boring?" Huo Weixi's tone was still calm.

"No, I just think my dream is too boring!" No matter how beautiful a face is, if the behavior is wooden, you will soon get tired of it.

"What kind of dream was it?" the other party asked curiously.

"I just dreamed of a beautiful piece of wood." Huang Yaya yawned. She felt so sleepy. Was she going to have a dream within a dream? She could only pray that Song Zhexi would appear in her dream.

She fell into a deep sleep lying on the table, mumbling a few words: "Prince, what kind of prince are you?"

"I like you, Song Zhexi"

"Don't run!"

Huo Weixi listened to these words, clenched his hands tightly, his meticulous expression showed a bit of anger, and his breathing became heavier.

He stood up and tried to carry Huang Yaya to the bed, but she kept touching him restlessly. He said in a somewhat obscene tone, "Zhexi, you're so hot! You're wearing too many clothes. Let me help you take them off."

"Have you guys reached that stage?" Huo Weixi asked as if questioning and also as if he was jealous.

Huang Yaya, who was sleeping at this time, could not hear anything. She dreamed that Song Zhexi was laughing, then crying, saying that he liked her, and then telling her to get out.

After covering Huang Yaya with the quilt, Huo Weixi saw that his clothes had been messed up by her. If it was any longer, his clothes would have slipped off his shoulders, so he quickly tidied them up.

"Don't cry, I won't touch you."

"Is that guy Song Zhexi going to cry again?" Huo Weixi muttered as he sat on the bed and looked at her, his tone full of sarcasm.