Chapter 122: The Great Northwest is Really Desolate

After listening to the beautiful woman's explanation.

The young woman paused, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. She was not as confident as before, and her tone was a little weaker, "...I'm sorry, comrade, it's really unexpected that you have this problem."

"It's okay. I don't mind it. Just pretend you don't know about this when my man wakes up. Men all love to save face, you know."

After saying this, Lin Yiyi looked at the young woman meaningfully. It seemed like she had spread rumors about someone again.

I was clearly protecting him, how did it turn out like this?

Why is it so contradictory?

The sunlight seeped through the car window little by little, and spots of light fell on the profile of the man behind me.

Lin Yiyi carefully observed his sleeping profile and found that his eyelashes were particularly thick, and because they were not curled, people would always ignore their existence.

The man’s eyebrows were really well-shaped, as thick as ink, shaped as if they were cut by a knife, and slanting into his temples, adding a lot of color to his facial features.

As if possessed by a ghost, Lin Yiyi took out her notebook, turned to the last few pages and started drawing, outlining the general outline, sketching the lines stroke by stroke, paying attention to the dark side, until the last detail was completed, and a realistic sketch of the character was completed.

The picture is not large, but you can recognize who it is at a glance.

Lin Yiyi habitually signed with the note: He who is sleeping.

The two of them took turns resting along the way, he slept during the day and Lin Yiyi slept at night.

They finally arrived in Suzhou on the afternoon of the third day, and then took a bus to Yong'an Town. As it was almost night, they stayed in the town for one night and would get up early the next day to go to Baiyun Farm.

After sitting on the train for three days, Lin Yiyi felt uncomfortable all over. She wanted to take a shower but there was no way. There is little rain here all year round, and many people only take a shower once every one or two years.

After a quick wash, he and Zhao Sheng lay on the bed and talked. The man said that the big bag contained four cans of malted milk, a pound of brown sugar, a bottle of wine, two packs of cigarettes, and a worn-out quilt with a few puddings on it.

The food is used to manage relationships, and the quilts are for the parents-in-law.

Lin Yiyi lay beside the man, tearing the tip of her nails, looking puzzled, and asked curiously, "Why did you send me a quilt?"

It was normal to do favors, but sending a quilt was a bit confusing to her.

Zhao Sheng said in a deep voice: "Although it is called Baiyun Farm, it is the same as the detention center. The conditions are even worse or even worse. They don't get any food. The quilt is used to keep out the cold and can be used all year round. In fact, the real use is the pudding part of the quilt. There are banknotes sewn inside. Although it's not much, it can be used to deal with any problems."

Too much is not good, as it will bring disaster upon you. Too little is not good either, as you will be locked up here and have no one to turn to for help.

These money and tickets can alleviate the situation a little. There doesn't need to be too much improvement, as long as it can give people a break.

Lin Yiyi was impressed by the man's attentiveness. He was considerate and thorough, and did not despise her as a burden. He also helped take care of "her" household affairs.

If she were a man, she would definitely not marry such a wife because she finds it troublesome.

Lin Yiyi seemed to be thinking about something. She turned over to the man, smiled, then lowered her head and took the initiative to kiss the man's face, saying softly: "If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would do."

Zhao Sheng looked at her deeply, then clasped the back of her head with his hands, pressed her towards him, and kissed her red lips, passionately and eagerly.

Until now, men only knew how to kiss lips to lips, and Lin Yiyi had no intention of letting him experience a deeper kind.

It is enough to have their breath blend together and their lips pressed tightly together and licking each other.

Zhao Sheng was very restrained. Even if he wanted it again, he would not delay tomorrow's important work. He did not go any further and just played with, kneaded and kissed his favorite thing, and fell into sleep little by little.

Lin Yiyi was thinking about her own things, so she just let the man go as he pleased.

Licking, sucking and biting the chest.

I don't know why he is so fond of this position. No matter how intimate we are, it's not enough.

Anyway, it happens every morning and evening.

The next day, after they packed up and went out, Zhao Sheng took Lin Yiyi and hired an ox cart to go to Baiyun Farm.

It is not accurate to say that he was hired. In fact, he was exchanged for a few candies. Old Liutou did not want money. In the poor mountain village, he could not spend money even if he had it, and he could not buy anything without receipts.

The cow was public property, so Old Liu came to the town early in the morning to give the cow an injection. He also took the opportunity to attract some people and earn some candies, and was very happy as he waited to take them home to feed the kids.

The farm was actually not far from the town, but they didn't know the way, so they had to rely on asking as they walked.

Along the way, she saw some deserted, dilapidated and desolate places. Lin Yiyi really didn't dare to travel far away alone.

The geographical location is remote, and all you can see is yellow soil and plateau slopes.

There is no greenery or vitality at all.

If Zhao Sheng hadn't been with her, she would have really thought that the old man driving the cart was a bad guy who took her to a deserted area. While she was thinking, she turned a hill and could see the houses and the trapezoidal Loess Plateau below.

The mountains and ravines are desolate and dazzling.

The only colors left here are black and yellow.

Old Liu showed them a way down and hurriedly drove the ox cart back, fearing that someone would see him using the ox for personal purposes.

Lin Yiyi looked at the desolate scene. The spring breeze was so rough and wild that she suddenly felt a bit of panic in her heart.