Cheng Yaoyao was squatting in the cornfield. If not, her hands and feet would have uncontrollably entangled with Xie San.

The little lotus leaf swung its disc wildly like a sprinkle, desperately asking Cheng Yaoyao to go to Xie San's side.

Cheng Yaoyao ignored it and tried to communicate with it: "What are you?"

The little lotus leaf scattered in vain, so it rolled up its leaves, covering the dewdrops, as if refusing to communicate.

Cheng Yaoyao said angrily, "Okay, you refuse to communicate, right? Do you believe me if I pluck you out and tear you into pieces to make lotus leaf porridge?"

The little lotus leaf trembled in fear at Cheng Yaoyao's cruel words, and slowly spread out its leaves. In an instant, Cheng Yaoyao's mind was connected with the little lotus leaf's consciousness.

It is a small lotus leaf, and somehow it has spiritual consciousness and can secrete spiritual springs. It has been staying in a small area. Now the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is thin, the spiritual springs are almost dry, and its spiritual consciousness is intermittent. It was not until recently that it vaguely felt the lost spiritual energy and woke up.

That spiritual energy was on Cheng Yaoyao, looming. When Cheng Yaoyao was injured and blood was dripping, it took advantage of the situation to escape from the jade pendant and drill into Cheng Yaoyao's spirit platform.

The little lotus leaf had no language, and Cheng Yaoyao did not understand the "small space" and "spiritual energy of heaven and earth" that it felt. He simply and roughly translated the "spiritual energy" that the little lotus leaf felt as into yang energy.

After all, there was no trace of spiritual energy in Xie Sanhun, but he did seem to have plenty of yang energy.

Cheng Yaoyao asked Xiao Heye again: "Did you come out from the pillow?"

Tick-tock, tick-tock! The little lotus leaf trembled angrily.

Cheng Yaoyao put aside this question and asked her something that she was more concerned about: "Then it won't be so strange every time I meet Xie San in the future, right?"

The little lotus leaf swayed gently. It didn't know either.

"!!! You are so irresponsible, what the hell is this!" Cheng Yaoyao was so angry that his hair stood on end.

She just calmed down and recalled that she had met many people in the past few days, but none of them had the strange reaction just now, only when she met Xie San. She secretly decided that at worst, she would just avoid Xie San and let this little lotus leaf continue to sleep.

The little lotus leaf swayed wildly, like a child acting coquettishly. No, no!

Cheng Yaoyao ignored it hard.

The little lotus leaf shook, and suddenly offered dewdrops to please.

Tick, tick. Cheng Yaoyao looked at the dewdrops dripping in the void. It turned out that the spiritual spring he tasted in his dream that day was not an illusion. It would be great if he could get it out.

With a thought in mind, Cheng Yaoyao looked at his fingertips, and a drop of dew slowly condensed and floated in the air on his fingertips.

It actually came out! She was startled and drops of water began to drip onto the ground.

A clump of Amaranthus strychnifolius on the ground, which had been trampled soft, shook its leaves and grew wildly in spring. Cheng Yaoyao could see the purple-red roots of the Amaranthus strychnifolius breaking through the dry soil at a speed visible to the naked eye and drilling directly into the soles of her shoes.

"Ah!" Cheng Yaoyao jumped up and screamed.

Xie San's footsteps approached quickly: "What's wrong?"

Just as he approached the cornfield, his eyes blurred and a pink figure rushed out. Xie San raised his hands consciously and filled his arms with the warm and soft jade.

"..." Xie San didn't know how many times his sanity had collapsed today. At this moment, he had calmed down a lot. He hung his hands politely and stared at the corn leaves swaying behind Cheng Yaoyao: "What's wrong?"

The cornfield was densely grown, and some bad-tempered scoundrels would hide in the cornfield to bully the girl. This had happened before. Xie San's eyes flashed with violence. As long as Cheng Yaoyao opened his mouth, he would drag that person out and tear him to pieces.

Cheng Yaoyao wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder, not moving for a long time. The cornfield behind him was shaking, as if someone was hiding.

"Who's there!" Xie San shouted, grabbed Cheng Yaoyao's shoulders and pushed him away: "Don't be afraid, I'll go and take a look."

"No!" Cheng Yaoyao entangled her hands even tighter, and was about to wrap her legs around him. She said hastily, "It's nothing."

Cheng Yaoyao's tone was strange, Xie San looked down at Cheng Yaoyao. Her snow-white face was flushed, and her peach blossom eyes kept flashing when he stared at her. He knew at a glance that she was lying.

Xie San became more and more suspicious, wondering what could have frightened Cheng Yaoyao like this. He pushed Cheng Yaoyao aside and protected him behind him: "Don't be afraid, I'll go take a look."

"I won't let you go! It's nothing..." Cheng Yaoyao held Xie San's arms with both hands. She was much stronger than him. Xie San led her to walk a few steps into the cornfield. Seeing that Xie San was about to look in, she made up her mind and shouted loudly: "I just want to hug you!"

“…”

Xie San froze like a statue in an instant. He turned his head slowly, his narrow eyes widened, but his face was expressionless. He looked down at Cheng Yaoyao, who was still holding his arms tightly with both hands, in an overly intimate manner.

If any outsider saw this, it would have a devastating impact on Cheng Yaoyao's reputation.

Xie San quickly regained consciousness. He slowly pulled his arm out of Cheng Yaoyao's hand, and inevitably touched something soft, which made him shudder again. He said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know what you are saying?"

I also want to know what I was saying just now. Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but pinch Xie San's big palm when his arm was pulled away, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although she felt very comfortable hugging Xie San just now, her body's reaction was not as intense as before. The little lotus leaf was shaking its leaves slightly at this time, looking very satisfied, and no longer as impatient as when she hugged Xie San for the first time.

It seems that not every time is so embarrassing. Did I absorb enough Yang energy before?

Cheng Yaoyao felt a little happy. She looked up and met Xie San's narrow eyes, which were filled with shock and fear. For some reason, her face flushed again: "Just... just kidding, I saw a four-legged snake running over."

Just kidding. Cheng Yaoyao said it lightly, but the veins on the back of Xie San's hand tensed up, and the delusion that had just quietly arisen in his heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water.

Cheng Yaoyao even pushed him: "Go back and do your work."

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. Cheng Yaoyao raised his chin and called him righteously, his tone like he was acting coquettish: "Go quickly."

The soft hands touched the hard chest, and their hearts were filled with excitement again.

Xie San finally turned around and walked away. Cheng Yaoyao stared at his uncontrollable evil hands, then turned to look at Xie San. Seeing that he had gone far away, he covered his face with his hands stealthily and took a deep breath.

The pure and pleasant smell once again surged into my chest, and the little lotus leaf trembled with comfort, as if it was bathing in a cool drizzle.

Too... too much like a pervert! Cheng Yaoyao didn't know why he thought of the ragdoll cat that his best friend had at home. It usually looked like a fairy among cats, but when it was sniffing cat mint, it completely changed its appearance, rolling on the carpet while making a particularly clingy meow.

Cheng Yaoyao quickly dismissed this embarrassing thought and took two steps forward.

Between the ridges of the cornfield, a large clump of Amaranthus had spread to Cheng Yaoyao's feet. Xie Sangang only needed to take one more step to see it.

The soil between the cornfields was dry and barren, with only a few weeds that were strong but were trampled and dried into a pile of dry fluff. However, this cluster of Amaranthus had purple stems and green leaves, and they were so large that the plump leaves seemed to be dripping with water. Anyone who saw it could tell it was weird.

It's just a few drops of dew... this spiritual spring is quite powerful.

Cheng Yaoyao thought about it in his heart, and finally he felt a little happy after realizing it.

She asked Xiao Heye in her mind: "Can drinking the spiritual spring improve my beauty?"

The little lotus leaf absorbed enough sunlight and was happily spreading dewdrops, completely ignoring Cheng Yaoyao.

Cheng Yaoyao said fiercely: "When the adults are talking to you, you must look at them!"

The little lotus leaf continued to play, as happy as the little water urn playing with stones.

Cheng Yaoyao angrily said: "I will never touch Xie San again!"

The little lotus leaf shuddered and drooped down obediently. But the little lotus leaf didn't understand this, it only knew that its spiritual spring was very powerful and everyone wanted it. Cheng Yaoyao connected with its consciousness, but didn't find any useful information.

What kind of stupid golden finger is this...

Cheng Yaoyao had no choice but to try it out on her own. She opened the kettle, which was full of water, added a drop of spiritual spring water, and shook it.

She first found a small piece of dead grass, dripped it carefully, and raised her foot to be ready to step on it at any time. The small dead grass absorbed the water, and as expected, a small and weak sprout slowly emerged from the root at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the speed is very slow, and it stagnates after a small sprout grows. It seems that the effect of the spiritual spring will also weaken after dilution.

Cheng Yaoyao sniffed the water in the kettle again. She had drunk the spiritual spring in the void, and her limbs and bones were very comfortable. But she didn't know what the reaction would be if she drank it directly. What if she suddenly grew taller like Amaranth? Cheng Yaoyao felt that her current figure was perfect and she didn't need to grow any taller.

Cheng Yaoyao stared at the kettle, took a deep breath, and showed the aura of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs...

"Brother Xie San, are you thirsty?" Cheng Yaoyao ran to Xie San, raised the water bottle and looked at him attentively.

Xie San took two steps back, tensing up and on guard. Cheng Yaoyao blinked innocently, "You've been working for so long, aren't you tired? Have some water."

Cheng Yaoyao didn't stick to him anymore, holding the water bottle properly and keeping a proper distance from him. Xie San didn't know whether he was relieved or... He stared at the water bottle in front of him and swallowed hard. He was really thirsty, so he took the water bottle and drank most of it in one breath.

Xie San's Adam's apple moved, and drops of water and sweat flowed down his tan neck. Cheng Yaoyao silently took out a small piece of hand silk and suddenly wiped it.

Xie San spat out a mouthful of water and covered his Adam's apple as if he had seen a ghost. Then his nose felt hot and two streams of bright red blood rolled down.

…

Xie San washed his face by the stream for a long time before his nosebleed stopped. Cheng Yaoyao carefully folded up a piece of blood-stained hand silk and comforted him in a soft voice: "You have a nosebleed because you are in good health. I just picked some Amaranthus, take it home and eat it, it can clear away heat and reduce internal heat."

Cheng Yaoyao's last tone could not be concealed and rose up, but it seemed to have a deeper meaning to Xie San's ears. He wiped the water droplets from his face in annoyance, and his cold face was so dark that it seemed to be dripping with water.

When he turned around, he saw a bloody handkerchief in Cheng Yaoyao's hand. Cheng Yaoyao had just used this handkerchief to wipe his sweat and stop the bleeding.

Cheng Yaoyao's handkerchief was very beautiful, always washed white and fragrant. Xie San often saw her using it to wipe her face and mouth, something so private... His nose felt hot again, and Xie San pinched his palm and said to Cheng Yaoyao, "Give me the handkerchief."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Yaoyao hurriedly folded his hands and stuffed them into his pocket.

Xie San finally realized that handkerchiefs were something a girl wore close to her body, and Cheng Yaoyao had misunderstood him. He said in a low voice, "I just wanted to... wash it and return it to you."

"No, no, I can wash it myself." Cheng Yaoyao turned around and ran away, as if he was afraid that Xie San would come and snatch it away.

Xie San would have a nosebleed every time he drank the Lingquan, it must be the Lingquan!

Cheng Yaoyao happily held the water bottle and took a sip from the mouth of the bottle. What she tasted first was not the spiritual spring, but... the taste of Xie San.

The little lotus leaf was shaking crazily, and a large amount of pure and surging spiritual energy poured in, making Cheng Yaoyao and the little lotus leaf sigh in comfort. It was much more comfortable than hugging Xie San...

Then, Cheng Yaoyao tasted a familiar feeling - this was the taste of Cheng Nonuo's food.

Cheng Yaoyao asked Xiao Heye in surprise: "Is there another spiritual spring in my dormitory?"

The little lotus leaf proudly lifted up the small plate, indicating that such a spiritual spring was a creation of heaven and earth and was very rare!

Cheng Yaoyao asked: "Where did Cheng Nonuo get the spiritual spring from?"

The little lotus leaf had no idea who Cheng Nuonuo was and continued to collect its little dewdrops.

Cheng Yaoyao was confused. Did she and Cheng Nonuo both possess the same golden finger? Or... did Xiao Heye escape from Cheng Nonuo? What did the square inch of land refer to?

Cheng Yaoyao felt the small lotus leaf. It was hidden in his spiritual consciousness, so it shouldn't be discovered by others. Anyway, it would be better to just watch it change.

Cheng Yaoyao now had to deal with the Amaranthus in front of her. With such a large clump, Xie San would definitely find it. She squatted on the ground and pulled hard for a long time before she finally pulled all the Amaranthus off. Cheng Yaoyao also used a shovel to shovel all the roots on the surface and flattened the ground.

Cheng Yaoyao was so busy that he was sweating all over. His white and slender fingers were hurt by the tightening and even had a tiny cut on them.

Cheng Yaoyao blew on his fingers aggrievedly, and with a thought, he produced two drops of spiritual spring water and dripped them on the wound. The tiny wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had never existed.

Cheng Yaoyao was overjoyed and murmured, "It really is a magical spring that can cure all diseases..."

The little lotus leaf shook its disc proudly, and Cheng Yaoyao continued, "I will use the spiritual spring to wash my face every day in the future!"

…The little lotus leaf curled up its leaves, shivered, and held the little dewdrop tightly.

Today, we got off work a little late, and the sky was full of rosy clouds. However, Xie San actually received a gift from Cheng Yaoyao.

A basket of amaranth.

The Amaranth was plump, tender and strong, with green leaves and purple stems, better than any other in the village. Cheng Yaoyao pinched her waist with great pride: "Don't worry about where I found it, I'll take it home for you to eat. Amaranth is refreshing and detoxifying, suitable for your grandmother."

He added: "It's good for you too. Aren't you suffering from internal heat?"

Xie San's ears immediately became hot again.

Unlike Xie San, who was in a complicated mood, Cheng Yaoyao was in a very happy mood. With the spiritual spring, the scars on her face would definitely be cured! Moreover, the spiritual spring could cure diseases, and Xie San's grandmother's disease could be cured! Maybe it could even help Han Yin's skin become white... Cheng Yaoyao was calculating the uses of the spiritual spring in her mind.

Cheng Yaoyao became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he didn't know how much spiritual spring water he would use up. Little Lotus Leaf trembled while holding Little Dewdrop, and suddenly cut off his consciousness and disappeared into the void.

Cheng Yaoyao: “…”

Cheng Yaoyao reached out and poked Xie San on the back: "Brother Xie San."

Xie San turned around and said, "Hmm?"

Tick-tock. The little lotus leaf is beginning to emerge again.

Cheng Yaoyao raised his rosy lips, a smile that showed a prank that had been successful: "I'll call you."

"..." Xie San stared at her lips. The swelling had disappeared, but they looked redder than usual.

Cheng Yaoyao ran briskly to the front of Xie San and tiptoed to pick a bunch of honeysuckle hanging by the roadside. The honeysuckle was lush and fragrant, attracting many bees to buzz around it.

Cheng Yaoyao tiptoed to pick them up. The setting sun fell on her face, her white and tender skin glowed like porcelain, and her face was gorgeous. She looked innocent and calm, as if everything that happened this morning was just Xie San's dream.

Cheng Yaoyao returned to the dormitory carrying a large bundle of honeysuckle. Before he arrived, he sent a burst of fragrant wind in. The other educated youth had already returned. Han Yin asked, "Why are you so late today?"

Cheng Yaoyao stepped on the threshold and looked back. The tall and thin figure carrying the large basket had already turned around and left.

This was the first time Xie San sent her home. Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks felt hot. She knew that Xie San must be worried that she would faint again... She emphasized many times on the way that this morning was an accident and she rarely fainted! It must be the residual heat from the wound on her face.

Xie San just looked at her with his narrow and calm eyes. Cheng Yaoyao felt several times that he wanted to say something to her, but in the end he said nothing.

Han Yin pulled Cheng Yaoyao and said, "What are you staring at? What's in your backpack? It smells so good."

Cheng Yaoyao came back to his senses: "It's honeysuckle, dried it and made into tea."

…

The moon is in the sky, cicadas are chirping in Tianshui Village on a summer night, the evening breeze is cool, and the moonlight is like water.

Xie San sat in the middle of the yard, one of his long and strong legs leaning on the ground, polishing something with a file in his hand, leaving bamboo shavings all over the ground. The young man was tall and thin, but his muscles were very smooth, like a leopard that was hiding.

Lin Dafu coughed and pushed the door open, "Third brother, what are you making up?"

"Captain." Xie San put down the file and bamboo pillow in his hands and stood up.

Lin Dafu sat down where Xie San had just sat and got straight to the point: "The tractor that our village asked someone to buy from the county is about to arrive. Although it's second-hand, it took a lot of connections to get it! What do you think about driving the tractor?"

Xie San said: "I didn't think about it."

"How can you be so ungrateful, young man!" Lin Dafu said anxiously, "Driving a tractor earns you a lot of points, and you can take care of your family, what a good job!"

Xie San remained silent. His eyebrows were high, his facial features were deep and hard, and his lips were tightly pursed. No one could pry open his mouth.

Lin Dafu knocked on his cigarette holder in anger, and picked up something Xie San had woven. It was a bamboo pillow, beautifully and delicately woven. Each strip was evenly woven, like jade, and the edges were polished to be smooth, so smooth that it felt slippery when the thumb rubbed against it.

There was nothing that Lin Dafu didn't understand: "She is the moon in the sky..."

Xie San's back shuddered, and he snatched the bamboo pillow and stuffed it into the basket. He remained silent, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, looking stubborn.

Lin Dafu suddenly felt sad and sighed, "The work on the soybean field will eventually be finished. You two will have to break up sooner or later."

He stopped talking and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back. He thought, Xie San is a very ambitious boy, just like his father, but unfortunately the Xie family is no longer the same Xie family, and Xie San does not have the life of his father.

At around 8:00 p.m., Xie San went to Lin Dafu's house. He brought a pack of cigarettes and a letter of certification.

Lin Dafu patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "It's good that you figured it out. When did you issue this certificate? Why didn't you give it to me earlier? Now things are easy! You don't have to go to work tomorrow morning. Take a few days off so that you can learn to drive!"

Xie San said: "No need to rest."

After a pause, he added, "It's too remote. She can't go there alone."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Lin Dafu stared at his back for a long time before returning to the house. Lin Dafu's wife Wang Guiying washed her feet and swatted mosquitoes in the mosquito net, saying, "What are you doing outside, feeding mosquitoes?"

Lin Dafu took off his shoes and got on the kang, saying, "Did I do something wrong when I asked Xie San to take care of that educated youth Cheng?"

Wang Guiying rolled her eyes at him unhappily. "With that kind of appearance, he'd be a disaster to anyone! Didn't the second son of that secretary just get back from his job? He rejected all the matchmakers who came to his house. I heard that he ran into Cheng Yaoyao when he returned to the village."

Lin Dafu threw off the quilt and lay down: "Don't listen to those silly old women's nonsense all day long! Our village doesn't have a phoenix tree, so we can't keep the golden phoenix!"

Wang Guiying pinched him unconvincedly and said, "Who is talking nonsense? Just wait and see!"