"Teacher Zhao, what are you laughing at?"
Mo Jinnian leaned closer, his breath carrying the sweet aroma of rice wine.
"That guy... he can burn sweet potatoes to charcoal, and now he can roast glutinous rice cakes?"
"This is the perfect product that took so many glutinous rice cakes to bake..."
Zi Xi deliberately dragged out the tone.
"A good teacher produces outstanding students."
"It's impossible to remain untrained forever, especially since we already have such a great teacher."
He shook his phone, and the screen saver was a newly changed photo of Zixi driving a tractor.
The night wind suddenly changed direction, and a wisp of smoke drifted over, causing Zi Xi to cough lightly from the smoke.
Mo Jinnian immediately stood up, his tall figure completely blocking her way, and he even gently fanned her with his palm.
Zi Xi was quite satisfied with this subconscious protective action.
Aside from the initial cyberbullying by his fans, all the negative comments about her online disappeared without a trace.
"Mo Jinnian".
She suddenly called him by his full name.
"Um?"
"How could you..."
Before he could finish speaking, cheers suddenly erupted in the threshing ground.
It turned out that the villagers had brought out their treasured bronze drum, and a dozen young men and women dressed in ethnic costumes began to dance the "Caitang Dance".
The lead dancer ran over and, without saying a word, pulled Zixi into the dance circle.
Just as Mo Jinnian was about to follow, a lusheng (a type of reed pipe instrument) was shoved into his hand.
"Blow!"
"The young man is handsome, he must be a good storyteller!"
The old man looked at him with a smile.
Mo Jinnian, who had never touched a musical instrument before, was flustered and made a strange tune that made the whole audience burst into laughter.
Zi Xi watched him as he twirled and danced. Mo Jin Nian was so embarrassed that his ears turned bright red, but he still held the lusheng and swayed to the rhythm, his eyes always following her figure.
As the drumming subsided, someone shouted, "Look! A shooting star!"
Everyone looked up.
The Milky Way stretched like a ribbon, and a shooting star with a silvery tail streaked across the sky.
Zi Xi subconsciously closed her eyes and made a wish. When she opened them again, she found that Mo Jinnian was kneeling in front of her on one knee.
The campfire danced on his sharply defined face, and his usually smiling eyes were now filled with an unprecedented seriousness.
"Teacher Zhao... Under these circumstances, could you give me a proper status?"
His voice was a little hoarse.
Zi Xi looked at the sweat still glistening on his forehead and asked with a deliberately smile, "What title?"
"My current boyfriend, my future fiancé and husband..."
"Any one will do! This was left to me by my grandma; she said she wanted to give it to her..."
Mo Jinnian took out a velvet box from his pocket, inside which was an antique silver ring.
Before he could finish speaking, Zi Xi suddenly bent down, her hair, carrying the scent of the mountain breeze, brushing against his cheek.
She whispered something in his ear, and Mo Jinnian's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly stood up, lifted her off the ground, and spun her around.
"Put me down!"
Zi Xi patted his shoulder, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
The director, who was secretly watching from a distance, almost dropped his camera. He actually managed to capture Mo Jinnian's official announcement of his relationship on the show!
The villagers began clapping rhythmically, and the children cheered and shouted "Bride!"
Encouraged by the atmosphere, the guests took the lead in shouting, "Kiss! Kiss!"
Mo Jinnian carefully put Zi Xi down, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips: "Is it alright?"
Zi Xi didn't answer, but simply closed her eyes as if to answer his question.
As his lips finally touched the ground, a large firework suddenly burst open in the night sky.
It turned out that the village party secretary had prepared celebratory fireworks long ago, which came in handy at this moment.
In the dazzling light and shadow, their shadows embraced tightly on the haystack. In the distance, someone played "The Moon Represents My Heart" on a lusheng (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), terribly off-key, yet strangely fitting the occasion.
When the girls with microscopes analyzed the secretly filmed video frame by frame, they discovered countless heartbreaking details.
Mo Jinnian's hand remained behind Zi Xi's head, his well-defined fingers running through her loose hair as if he were holding a fragile treasure.
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