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◎My heart is just like yours◎
When Tian Nongxi took the wooden box with money from the shop, he heard the system's excited voice: "Host, we are still short of one hundred taels of silver. Go, go, go!"
"Come on, come on." She answered it without any emotion and carried the wooden box to the backyard.
The guys had already returned to work, watching her whisper among themselves. Finally, Pai Xuanniang stopped her and said, "Boss, you don't have to go to this extent for us."
"Move aside." After locking the door, Tian Nongxi returned to the crowd, his lips moved for a moment, and finally he just shook his head.
After trying to persuade her to no avail, the guys turned to look at Wen Tingluan, "Mr. Lin, please persuade the shopkeeper."
Wen Tingluan raised his lips, "I dare not."
The day before her birthday, Tian Nongxi sent a letter to Bu Qin, asking her not to take any more money from her wooden box and to inform Shopkeeper Xu to do the same. Unexpectedly, after Jiao Niang's incident, the shop in Xiling Town suddenly attracted many more customers, and the profit rate increased rapidly. Tian Nongxi had no choice but to speed up the sale of the shop.
"Stop talking. This is just a drop of water for me." Tian Nongxi waved his hand and made a "water-sprinkling" gesture, pulling Wen Tingluan to leave.
Xuan Niang called out from behind: "Shopkeeper—are you coming back?"
"Back!" She waved back with one free hand.
Fortunately, Xiling Town is close to the sea, and Tian Nongxi has found a new hobby for himself these days: picking up shells.
It wasn't much money, but the amount was slowly rising. The system was puzzled, but it couldn't find a flaw.
As he got closer to completing the task, Tian Nongxi felt more and more sorry for Wen Tingluan.
She didn't know what the world would be like after she left, but she knew the safest way was to get angry with him and make sure that he would not miss her no matter what after she left.
but……
Tian Nongxi lowered his eyes to look at the two people's interlocked hands and held them tighter.
Just think of her as selfish.
She didn't want to leave a bad impression on the person she liked.
He walked to a familiar vegetable stall in the market, took a bamboo basket filled with shells from his back and handed it to the vegetable vendor. While waiting, Tian Nongxi said, "Here's some money to buy you a good meal."
"Okay." Wen Tingluan responded with a smile.
The vegetable vendor, speaking with a thick local accent, handed them his empty basket and smiled, "What a nice relationship!"
Tian Nongxi: "Yes, yes."
"Old man, do you understand now?" the vegetable vendor bent down and asked the husband who was squatting with his back to the stall.
"Hey—" The man with thinning hair propped himself up and stood up. After thanking Xuxu for helping his wife, he turned to Tian Nongxi, looked him up and down, and then held out his hand and asked, "Did you pick this up?"
Seeing the brightly colored and oddly shaped shells in his hands, Tian Nongxi nodded and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
This was given to her by Wen Tingluan when she was picking up shells on the beach. He said that the sea water washed it to his feet and he picked it up because he felt it was destined.
Seeing that the shell was beautiful and given to her by Wen Tingluan, she thought of keeping it and not selling it, but was stopped.
Wen Tingluan said that shells were useless to them and it would be better to exchange them for money.
Tian Nongxi's bottom line towards him has been getting lower and lower recently. Not to mention the shell, she would not hesitate even if he asked her to sell the house in exchange for a bowl of wontons. Therefore, this shell was taken to the vegetable stall along with the other shells.
The vegetable vendor's husband said, "Oh," and said, "This is a conch. There are so many shell collectors in town, but almost no one can find it." He glanced across Tian Nongxi and landed on Wen Tingluan. He paused before continuing, "One hundred taels. Will you sell it?"
After exchanging a glance with Wen Tingluan, Tian Nongxi's eyes were filled with confusion.
"This..." She finally found her voice, her jaw set tight as she said, "I'm not selling it."
"Okay." Wen Tingluan's voice sounded at the same time as hers, and the two voices overlapped and it was impossible to tell which came first.
Tian Nongxi looked over in a daze, looking into Wen Tingluan's smiling eyes.
Her shock gradually dissipated, she pursed her lips and nodded, but did not reach out to take the money.
Just as I was about to say, "Take it," my palm suddenly felt heavy.
She raised her eyes and met the quiet gaze.
Wen Tingluan smiled and pulled his fingertips away. His pupils were deep, and his voice rolled out from the depths of his throat in a hoarse voice: "Today is a beautiful day with a nice breeze, perfect for a good sleep."
The words were stuck in his throat, and Tian Nongxi felt his eyelids suddenly become heavy. "You..."
The rest of the words were still on the tip of her tongue when her knees gave way and she fell straight to the side, being embraced by a warm embrace.
She heard a vague voice say, "Excuse me."
Tian Nongxi knew that she was being picked up. The force was very steady, but she couldn't even move her fingertips.
My consciousness seemed to be submerged in the sea. I could clearly feel all the movements, but it was still like there was a layer of transparent vapor separating me from the world.
She heard his steady heartbeat, but could catch nothing.
She heard the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, and the rustling whispers were like the hazy accompaniment of countless naps on the ridges of the fields in Tianjia Village.
She heard the cheers that filled her heart and soul in the boundless darkness—
"Congratulations host, mission accomplished."
【End of the article】
【Author’s words】
Actually, there's more to it, but because the setting has changed, I've put it in the extra chapter. It's either a he or she relationship, not an oe or a be. I originally wanted to write an oe relationship, and then write about both possibilities in the extra chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. A he or she relationship is fine.
I've been writing this book for about six months. When I had nothing to do, I wrote two chapters a week. When I was incredibly busy, I stubbornly tried to update daily. I'm a strange person... By the time I finally woke up, I was thinking about finishing it. I changed the cover a few times and then added a few more "finish" marks for the main text. Sometimes I felt down all day because I knew the best deal would be to just cut the outline and finish it immediately, but I still washed my underwear with a cold face every day (crossed out). The data was bad, and life was busy... From a worldly perspective, I should have given up on this book long ago, but I'm a short-lived person and I really want to see this tree grow.
When I was a teenager, I thought my early twenties were a particularly wonderful age. Now I realize how awkward and confusing this age can be. I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads in life. The traffic light on my left is broken, making it impossible to tell the seconds. On my right, a downhill road leads to flowers or a deserted island, and I crouch among the crowd, digging rain-soaked dirt from the green belt and meticulously shaping each clay figure. Everyone around me has left, and I stand up and leave, unsure whether to look back. I can only hope that everyone sees my clay figures. It's okay if they don't shake their hands, just don't step on them. Thinking of writing as a utopia is overstating it. I have to write, but I also have to worry about the data. I don't have a mental balance to determine which is more important: joy or anxiety. So I just keep my head down and try not to think about it. I don't know the future of this book, just as I don't know my own. I hope it does well, and I hope she does too.
Thanks to my best friend Xiqiao who has always been with me. Bobo~ How can there be two little girls who are so similar in the world? At first, I suspected that this was a scam targeting me (hmm). Knowing you, a lovely person, makes me feel very lucky (not copying, this is true love).
Thanks to the camellia that has been growing up with this tree. Kiss~ Actually, I lied to you when I said I was writing a paper during the winter break. I didn’t want to write anymore at that time...
Fortunately, you are here. If I had just walked forward alone, the tree would probably have been cut in half. I think as long as there is one person who cares about it, it will be fine. Fortunately, there are more than one person, so it has grown.
Thanks to the readers who may see this at some point, Bobo~
Thanks to Mankui Benkui, I won’t kiss anymore and I won’t do Narcissus.
There's a rumbling noise outside as renovations are underway. Sunlight shines through the clouds and through the curtains onto the desk, barely enough to see the glowing computer screen. I wish I could always have the freedom to write, and I wish every girl who sees this could always have the freedom to read (pious) (folded hands)
The subsequent extra chapters will probably be five, six, seven or eight chapters, maybe more or maybe less. I looked up what the author has to say and found that it seems that none of it has been realized (I just think about it as it comes), so I dare not use a definite statement.
That’s it, over. Although the main article is finished, I’ll also reward myself with a small piece of cake. It’s definitely not because I want to eat it, but just to celebrate. Hmm.
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