Yang Lifen was amused by Liu Fangfang. She pinched Liu Fangfang's face, which still had some baby fat, and asked with a smile, "What kind of people are we?"
This question stumped Liu Fangfang. She didn't know what words to use to describe her two sisters.
Sister Yun is gentle and kind, but also very capable. There is nothing she can't do.
Sister Lifen is generous and intelligent, and she can do everything very well.
But she didn't know how to express their feelings.
Song Yun glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Fangfang's blushing face. She smiled and said, "Don't tease her. There's food in the bag in the back seat. Take it out and eat something first."
The package contained the fried cakes made by Wang Hui, which Bai Qingxia had cut into small pieces by her family so that they were convenient and clean to eat.
Yang Lifen gave Liu Fangfang some fried cakes, ate one for herself, and did not forget to feed Song Yun.
In her heart, Liu Fangfang actually envied Song Yun and Yang Lifen very much, and envied the sincere and pure friendship between them. Before coming to university, she had also fantasized about making a similar friend.
Imagination is beautiful, but reality slapped her hard in the face.
Life in college is completely different from what I imagined. Perhaps it is because most of the college students this year were educated youth who were admitted. They are all older, and some have even married and had children. The hardships of life have long worn away the innocence in their eyes. Most people only have calculations or even schemes in their eyes.
In just one week, she experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature at school and saw what it meant to put down the weak and praise the strong. As a girl who came from the countryside and was admitted, she was naturally the one who was put down.
But at least there are Sister Yun and Sister Lifen in this city.
The car drove to the place where they had agreed to meet with Qi Mo'nan and the others. The awning had already been set up, using the same old formula: a few long branches were inserted, and the star boards were tied to the top, and the simple awning was set up. Then they spread the picnic mat that Ge Meilin had sewn with old sheets, and put the food they brought on top, and the picnic atmosphere was there.
"Hey, why are there so many people over there?" Yang Lifen asked, pointing to the ten o'clock direction.
Song Yun turned her head and saw a group of people squatting on the ground looking for something.
Ge Meilin said, "She looks like a military wife from your compound. I saw a military truck drive over there earlier, and then these people came over. They must be here to pick wild vegetables."
Song Yun said "oh" and didn't care much. It was normal to go out to dig wild vegetables at this time. She would have to get some shepherd's purse later. She was still not satisfied with the dumplings she had eaten last night.
"Where are the others?" Song Yun asked.
Ge Meilin pointed to a small hill not far away and said, "Mo Nan, Zi Yi and a few other guys went to the mountains. They said they were going hunting and would have grilled game for lunch. Ruan Ruan and Feng Nian took your grandma over there to paint." She pointed in a direction.
Song Yun looked over there and saw her grandmother sitting next to a bunch of wild flowers, reading a book with an elegant posture. Bai Ruanruan set up an easel not far away and painted in the direction of the old lady. Si Fengnian stood behind Bai Ruanruan, handing her something from time to time.
Song Yun nudged Yang Lifen with her elbow and asked with a smile, "How far have you and He Zhizhi progressed?"
Yang Lifen's cheeks flushed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily. She smiled and said, "He said he would bring his family to propose marriage in a few days."
Song Yun was surprised. "So soon? How long have you known each other?"
"I think it's fast too, but my parents are quite supportive. They said that He Changjiang is not young anymore, so it's normal for him to be anxious."
Song Yun asked again, "What do you think?"
Yang Lifen's face turned even redder. "What can I think? Just bring it up."
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