The photo shows a smiling face, as energetic and vibrant as a blooming flower.
But Wen Yishu's pupils suddenly shrank, because the man in the photo was too familiar, he saw him every day when he looked in the mirror.
How is this possible? How could it be me, Brother Chen? Yes, ask Brother Chen.
"Brother Chen, what the hell is going on!"
But Xiao Yichen didn't answer him. He kept looking at the stone tablet, or to be more precise, at the photo on the stone tablet.
All this suffocated him, and he shouted in fear:
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!"
Wen Yishu suddenly woke up from his dream, a sense of fear taking over his heart.
"Xiao Shu, what's wrong?
I was dreaming. I missed you, Brother Chen. You’ve only been out for a few days! "
Wen Jingzhi looked at his brother's distraught face and teased him.
"Haha, Senior Brother, you don't know that this guy talks on the phone with his brother Chen every night until very late. He feels like a big light bulb and is stuffed with their dog food."
An Yongjie also joined in with a few words.
Wen Yishu had not yet recovered from his shock, and his heart was full of doubts.
"Xiao Shu, what's wrong!" Wen Jingzhi noticed his abnormality.
"Uh, I'm fine, I just fell asleep! How long will it take us to get to Qingshui Village?"
Wen Yishu shook his head to signal Wen Jingzhi that he was fine and asked him not to worry, then changed the subject.
"Master just said that we'll be there in half an hour!"
"Oh, then I'll sleep a little longer!"
He closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep, but his heart was restless for a long time.
What is going on? Is there any connection between last night’s dream and today’s dream?
How could my photo appear on the tombstone? Does it mean that I am dead?
But what about Brother Chen? Why did Brother Chen appear there?
Seeing that he looked really bad, Wen Jingzhi did not disturb him and let him sleep while looking at his shoulder.
When they returned to the village, they were notified to take a short rest and their afternoon task was to help the villagers carry bags of grain.
The afternoon went very smoothly, because they were just helping out. They said they were carrying bags of grain, but in fact they were just carrying them a short distance.
Farming has now caught up with the technological boom. Everything is done by machines and people just have to operate it.
Xiao Yishu seemed a little absent-minded because of the dream.
It was not until the end of the video call with Xiao Yichen in the evening that he slowly closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, when he fell asleep, he came to that place again.
This time it seemed much clearer. It was still the same place and the same person.
The difference was that this time Xiao Yichen was standing and could still hear the faint sound. He wanted to hear it clearly, so he took a few steps closer.
Standing face to face with Xiao Yichen, he heard Xiao Yichen's voice. Although it was a little soft, he could still hear it clearly.
"Sanbao, Big Brother has finally avenged you. I have sent all those bad guys to hell, where they will never be able to turn over a new leaf.
"Sanbao, please forgive me, okay? If you forgive me, then meet me in your dreams. I miss you, okay?"
Xiao Yichen was talking to the photo on the tombstone, his eyes full of affection, just like the look in Brother Chen's eyes now.
Wen Yishu felt a little distressed when he saw the haggard man in front of him. There were some white strands among his thick black hair.
He wanted to go forward and touch Xiao Yichen, but his hand still passed through his body.
"Sanbao, I will come to see you after I have arranged everything, okay? I miss you so much, and grandma at home misses you every day." Xiao Yichen began to talk to himself again.
Wen Yishu had been with Xiao Yichen all the time, and he didn't even know when he left. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was An Yongjie's face.
"What are you doing, getting so close!"
Wen Yishu was startled by him. Anyone who opened their eyes early in the morning and saw someone standing in front of them would be startled, right?
"No, I called you many times, but you didn't move. I almost checked whether you were breathing!" An Yongjie exaggerated.
"I'm fine, I just slept a little too deeply!"
Wen Yishu looked towards the window. The sky was bright and it was already late.
"You must be a very deep sleeper, with two cocks taking turns and a thumping acquisition machine.
Hey, Wen Xiaoshu, there's something wrong with you!"
No matter how calm An Yongjie was, he noticed something different.
"What could be wrong with me? I'm just not used to being out here!
"Okay, go wash up quickly. Aren't we going to pick pomegranates over at Nanshan today? I haven't seen what pomegranates look like on the tree yet!" Wen Yishu said vaguely and changed the subject.
"I've never seen that either. I don't know if I need to climb a tree to pick pomegranates!"
"Why, you still want to climb a tree? Aren't you afraid of being seen by your fans?
I also have a live broadcast selling pomegranates in the afternoon, and I don’t know what the outcome will be.
After washing up, the two of them went downstairs to meet up with everyone. After dinner, they got on a tractor and went to Nanshan to pick pomegranates.
There are many pomegranates growing on a mountain south of Qingshui Village. Their task today is:
In the morning
Pomegranates, selling pomegranates in the afternoon.
Live streaming to sell goods was what the director agreed to when he first contacted Qingshui Village, to help them sell goods live.
The pomegranate picking in the morning was relatively smooth and no accidents happened. Two people in each group cooperated with each other and completed the picking task according to regulations.
The afternoon live broadcast was scheduled to start at 3 o'clock sharp. It was still a group of two, which was also good, as the two could still talk.
"Brother Yongjie, you come on stage later!" Wen Yishu looked at the dozens of baskets of pomegranates behind him, all waiting to be shipped.
"Okay, that's no problem." An Yongjie agreed readily.
The environment and equipment for their live broadcast were very simple, so they just broadcast live in the pomegranate orchard.
The time is almost up and everyone seems a little nervous. It would be embarrassing in front of the camera if they can't sell anything.
Wen Yishu took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xiao Yichen.
Sanbao: Is Brother Chen here?
The reply came almost instantly.
Brother Chen: I’m here. Aren’t you recording a show? How do you have time to send me a message?
Sanbao: It’s like this. Isn’t National Day coming in a few days? Brother Chen, have you ever thought about buying anything as a welfare gift?
Brother Chen: I think the pomegranates you picked this morning are pretty good.
Sanbao: What do you mean by "not bad"? Then Chenchen, do you want to buy a few boxes to try? These pomegranates are really sweet.
Brother Chen: Okay, then I’ll buy two boxes and try them.
Sanbao: Just two boxes? Or a little more?
Brother Chen: How many boxes do you want me to buy?
Xiao Yichen was sitting in his office at this time, and he would raise his eyelids from time to time to watch Wen Yishu's live broadcast, so he understood exactly what Wen Yishu said.
Sanbao: Oh, I'm going to do a live broadcast this afternoon to sell goods. I'm selling pomegranates. The pomegranates here are quite delicious. I want you to help me rinse them. Will you help me or not?
Wen Yishu didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.
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