Chapter 2: Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder
On the way back, Shi Changning kept muttering Meng Ruoxi, with excitement shining in his eyes.
On the other hand, Shi Yannan, who was walking beside her, was unusually silent. The peerless face he had just seen kept replaying in his mind, and the feeling of palpitations lingered for a long time.
After talking for a long time without getting a response, Shi Changning didn't care. He quickened his pace and went home, excitedly telling his brother what he had just seen.
The young man in the wheelchair listened quietly, with a gentle and warm smile on his face, making people feel at first glance that he is a person as gentle as water.
Shi Yan Jin Qian smiled. The person you like is naturally perfect and no one can compare to him.
When he got excited, Shi Changning held his head high with a look of pride on his face.
"Yan Jin, you have a good eye. You found such a beautiful sister-in-law for me. When I take her out, others will be jealous of me."
I feel sad. If he had not been born with a disability, with his elegant looks and smart mind, he would have achieved extraordinary things in the future.
Hiding her disappointment, she smiled and said, "When you come to propose marriage tomorrow, dress up nicely. Otherwise, my sister-in-law might not like you."
Shi Yanjin smiled and said, "I know."
Shi Changning bumped his shoulder and joked with a smile, "Our Yanjin is pretty, so the marriage will definitely work out."
Shi Yanjin smiled, "I hope so."
After Shi Changning left, Shi Yanjin pushed his wheelchair to the desk, reached out to open the drawer, and took out a neatly arranged stack of papers. All the pictures on the papers were of Meng Ruoxi.
The beauty is as cool and pure as an immortal, with clean and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
He looked at them one by one for three hours.
On the mountain, Meng Ruoxi and Chen Xueying had not finished cutting the pig grass in the basket when it was time to get off work. They stopped cutting pig grass and packed up their tools and went home on time.
On the way back, many villagers whispered to the two of them and looked at them secretly.
The naughty little boy shouted without restraint, "Sister Meng, you didn't even cut a basket of pig grass this morning. What are you going to eat when the food is distributed? Won't you starve to death?"
As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of laughter all around.
Glancing at the boy, Meng Ruoxi said slowly, "So what? I'm not eating at your place anyway, so you don't have to worry about it."
The little boy felt embarrassed after being retorted and blurted out, "You are so inefficient at work, you will never get married in the future."
Meng Ruoxi asked calmly, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Chen Xueying also asked, "Is it related to you?"
The little boy was annoyed and continued to attack, "My mother said that if I can't get married, I can only marry an old bachelor or an idiot in the village."
Meng Ruoxi stopped, turned around and looked at him, her smile as warm as a spring breeze.
"I don't want to argue with kids, but you're an exception."
He walked over, pressed the child on his lap, and slapped him on the buttocks several times, making him cry for his parents, and said fiercely, "You dare to hit me! I'll let my mother take care of you!"
Meng Ruoxi was annoyed by the noise and scolded coldly, "Shut up."
No one expected that she would suddenly hit someone. The whispers stopped immediately, and the next second everything became lively again.
A sharp voice came from not far away, breaking people's eardrums, "Son, my son, Meng Zhiqing, what are you doing! Let my son go!"
Meng Ruoxi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and strong woman running towards her.
Letting the crying little boy go from her legs, Meng Ruoxi slowly stood up from the ground, shrugged her shoulders, looking fearless.
I am the victim, it's not my fault.
The little boy was excited when he saw his savior coming, and he complained loudly, "Mom, Sister Meng spanked me, and my butt hurts so much."
He held his head high and chest puffed out, looking at Meng Ruoxi with a proud look on his face, as if to say, "Just wait and see, my mother will avenge me."
Meng Ruoxi looked at him without comment, with a half-smile on her lips.
Her son was actually bullied by an outsider. Gao Cuilan's expression turned cold. She pointed at Meng Ruoxi and questioned, "Meng Zhiqing! Why did you hit my son? Can you afford to pay for it if he hurts him?"
Being pointed at, Meng Ruoxi's eyes flashed with displeasure. She looked even colder than her, and even a little fierce. "It's very rude to point your finger at others and talk to them. Also, I suggest you ask your son why I beat him."
Gao Cuilan was a reasonable person. Upon hearing this, she lowered her head and asked her son, "Why were you beaten?"
The little boy was a little scared and immediately stammered, "No, no reason."
Seeing her son's guilty expression, Gao Cuilan immediately realized that the fault was not with Meng Zhiqing, but with her son. Her face suddenly turned red, and then she looked furious.
After being beaten by Meng Ruoxi, the little boy was beaten by his own mother. He cried breathlessly on the spot and looked pitiful.
The onlookers gradually dispersed, and no one tried to persuade Gao Cuilan not to hit the child.
At that time, it was fashionable to use the stick to produce filial sons. If you can't kill the child, then beat him to death. Only in this way will the child be obedient.
Naturally, Meng Ruoxi didn't have the bad intention to persuade her, so she just lifted her legs and continued walking towards the educated youth point.