Ever since Yan Mingli appeared in the threshing ground, Mo Yutong's eyes had never left him. This was Mr. Yan as a teenager, the Mr. Yan she had never seen enough of before.
At this moment, he was no longer the successful, open-minded and gentle mature man in his previous life, but a resolute young man with a bit of indifference, a young man struggling in suffering who made her feel distressed.
Could it be that he really has a crush on her? Ma Xinguo still remembers the way Mo Zhiqing tugged at the boy's clothes beside the ox cart. Although he only saw his silhouette at the time, that intimate gesture really made him think more.
Although Yan Mingli felt Mo Yutong's gaze, he did not look for the source of the gaze.
Ever since he turned sixteen, he has been stared at from time to time by young girls and wives. Over the years, he has gotten used to it and is no longer as uneasy as he was before.
Watching him carry the bucket and walk into the back of the brigade headquarters, and then watching him walk out again, Mo Yutong's eyes became bright and sparkling in the alternation of light and dark.
"Uncle Captain, I'd like to apply to live in his house." Mo Yutong's voice was loud and everyone in the threshing ground could hear it clearly.
The threshing ground, which had been noisy for a while, became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The members of the cooperative communicated silently, and most of them had confusion in their eyes.
How did she end up living at Yan Mingli's house? Seeing how poor he looked, with his clothes all patched up and him having no shoes, it was not right for this pretty girl to be so blind as to run to his house.
The members who were waiting to "win the big prize" were confused. When would the fifth category of people also be able to get such a huge benefit?
Can a pretty face really make people overlook everything? Even her bare feet, stained from the mud, couldn't dampen the girl's playful enthusiasm.
At this moment, all the young men with fantasies blamed their parents for not giving them a good-looking face that could seduce girls.
Yan Mingli, who was walking in the threshing ground, also heard the little girl's soft words. The familiar voice made him turn around almost immediately, and soon he saw the little girl standing not far away, looking at him eagerly.
The familiar sailor shirt, the familiar overalls, the familiar warmth and softness, Yan Mingli couldn't help but stop, but she pursed her lips tightly and didn't say anything. Did she know what she was saying?
Ma Xinguo and others standing next to Mo Yutong were also stunned. This girl from Beijing was so bold that she even dared to directly ask to live in the man's house.
Liao Qingyun then turned his gaze towards Ma Xinguo and silently said, "I admire you!" Then he pointed to Tian Xiaomei on his left and said, "She's even more powerful than her."
"They probably won't agree." Ma Xinguo didn't say who would disagree, but Liao Qingyun understood immediately. He glanced at Nie Hongshan's somewhat gloomy face and curled his lips slightly.
Nie Hongshan wanted to use his power to suppress Mo Yutong, but he was probably going to shoot himself in the foot.
Even if he used his toes, he could tell that this little girl came from a good family and could definitely not be controlled by a production team leader. Not to mention the production team leader, even the director of the county revolutionary committee would be of no use.
"My name is Mo Yutong. I want to live in your house, okay?" Mo Yutong ignored everyone's different expressions, trotted to stand in front of Yan Mingli, and looked at him with his head held high.
Her Mr. Yan was so handsome! He was handsome in the afternoon and in the evening. Whether it was his ink-black eyes or his straight nose like a mountain, they were all in her heart. He was handsome no matter how she looked at him.
"No." Yan Mingli refused without thinking.
It’s not that he doesn’t want the resettlement fee and subsidized food, but he can’t let his background affect the girl.
A pretty little girl should not live in a mud house, sleep on a hard wooden bed, and should not become an alien entangled with the five categories of elements.
"Why?" Mo Yutong held the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands and stared at him with puzzled eyes.
Her Mr. Yan actually rejected her. It was really hard for her for the first time.
"There's no room for you in my house." It's not that there's no room for a little girl like her, but that there's no extra bed.
There were three yellow mud houses, one was a storage room, one was my mother's former bedroom, which had nothing in it except a table, and the other was the bedroom for the three of them. The bed in the bedroom was made of stones and wooden boards, and it was not covered with the cotton mattress that city dwellers used to, but with straw.
Mo Yutong choked and almost blurted out, "I can sleep on top of you." Fortunately, her remaining rationality suppressed her surging thoughts, allowing her to stay awake and say, "I don't take up any space, and I can sleep on the floor."
This time, Yan Mingli was choked. Just as he was about to continue to refuse, Mo Yutong looked straight at him and pleaded softly, "I only know you and I only want to live in your house, okay?"
Not good. Yan Mingli opened his lips slightly, but could not utter those two words no matter what. He could only look at the little girl in front of him helplessly.
The little girl at this moment may not know how attractive she is in the eyes of others, like a delicate flower blooming dazzlingly in the morning light, or like a bright star shining brightly in the darkness.
She was so pretty, so beautiful, and in his eyes she was the best thing in the world.
One of them lowered his eyes to gaze, the other raised his eyes to gaze upwards. The air was condensed, as if spring waves were rippling and dark springs were surging.
This is outrageous! This little girl who looks like a movie star in a magazine, could it be that she really fell in love with the Yan family boy at first sight? Her stunned look really made the young men's hearts tremble uncontrollably.
Nie Hongshan, already frowning, wondered how he could let such a good thing happen to Yan Mingli, given that he still had a son who hadn't gotten married yet. It was obvious that this girl came from a cadre family, and his son was in need of such support.
He thought that if his youngest son could marry her, he would be a city dweller who could eat commercial grain in the future.
As a daughter-in-law, if she goes back to her parents' home and does some activities, maybe she can help her father-in-law to move to a higher level. After all, he is only in his early forties and can still hold real power for a few more years.
Moreover, although he did not agree with his daughter marrying Yan Mingli, he also did not want to see Yan Mingli involved with other girls before his daughter got married.
Because this would make him feel that it was not that Yan Mingli, a member of the fifth category, was unattainable, but that his own daughter was being pursued by him but he was rejected. He could not afford to lose face.
"He is a member of the fifth category. Mo Zhiqing should not get involved with him, otherwise..." Nie Hongshan had a dark face and his tone was full of coldness, even with a hint of threat.
The third production team of Pingshang Brigade has always been Nie Hongshan's territory, and he would not allow a little girl like her to challenge his authority and act recklessly.
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