Looking at the little girl holding him, Yan Mingli felt a little nervous and scared, but also a little shy and expectant.
"Wait a moment." Mo Yutong saw the boy stop and immediately loosened his trouser loops. He took out a long metal flashlight from the wooden cabinet and demonstrated, "This is the switch. The front adjusts the light intensity. The batteries are fresh. Take it."
"Thank you!" Facing the little girl's gentle gaze, Yan Mingli's heart was filled with gratitude.
He took the flashlight with both hands, operated it as she said, and then said softly, "I got it."
"Brother Li, you're amazing!" Seeing his smart face blushing slightly, Mo Yutong raised the corners of her lips and smiled even softer, "Be careful! Be safe!"
Listening to the little girl's gentle exhortations, Yan Mingli felt as if his heart was drenched by a spring rain, nourishing his joy and allowing it to grow healthily.
Unconsciously, he softened his tone and said carefully, "I'll lock the door. Go to bed early."
Hearing the concern in his tone, Mo Yutong nodded immediately and said softly, "Okay! Go quickly! Others are waiting!"
After watching the young man stride away and hearing the courtyard door close quietly, Mo Yutong moved a chair from the yard into the bedroom, pushed the bedroom door closed, and sat down at the small table.
After locking the gate, Yan Mingli put the key in his trouser pocket. Looking at the dim light on the road, he did not rush to turn on the flashlight.
Yang Feng, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, looked at Yan Mingli who was coming slowly and hurriedly walked up the path, "You've been talking for a long time! It's almost like a 'chest with the rising sun'."
“…” Yan Mingli glanced at him, did not speak, but strode forward.
He had seen "Chest Has the Rising Sun", an aria from the model opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy".
Last year, the county's art propaganda team came to the commune to perform, and the song they sang was "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy".
At that time, he took his younger brothers and sisters to secretly squat on a big tree to watch it. The performance was great and the singing was great too!
He still remembered the lyrics: Tiger Mountain is indeed a layer of barriers, with forts and secret tunnels guarded everywhere.
"Did Mo Zhiqing give it to you?" Yang Feng walked to his side, looked at the flashlight held in his palm, silently tightened the ramie stalk, and joked.
"Yeah!" When Yan Mingli heard him mention the little girl, his eyes were as warm as spring, and the raised corners of his lips revealed the little secret in his heart.
"Are they in love?" Yang Feng sighed. Everything had changed so much in just one day!
"How could a seventeen-year-old girl understand!" Although he said this, the joy in Yan Mingli's eyes could not be hidden.
"Seventeen is not young anymore. You can be a mother in the village." Yang Feng could see the love in his eyes. It was obvious that he was bewitched by the little girl he was talking about.
Although the Marriage Law stipulates that men must be 20 years old and women must be 18 years old to get married.
But these things are not popular in the village. As long as a matchmaker is found, a place is chosen, and a wedding banquet is held, the marriage is considered complete. You can get into bed, roll around in bed, and have children.
"She's still young, I'm not in a hurry." The little girl must be given enough time to think about it. It was agreed upon seven days, and even though she wavered for a moment just now, she should still be given at least one day less.
And after seven days, he couldn't bully the little girl too harshly. At most... he would return the favor! He would never bully her any further!
"Good job! Young man, you are quite manly!" Yang Feng gave a thumbs up and said admiringly.
I heard from my mother that Mo Zhiqing is extremely beautiful, as if she walked out of a painting.
Not only did Nie Xiaofeng openly say that he wanted to make friends with her, but even the young men from other production teams in the village were thinking about how to show themselves in front of her.
Yan Mingli, who lived with him, was able to resist having any bad thoughts. Yang Feng could not find a better word to describe him except admiration for him.
"..." Yan Mingli chuckled and said nothing.
The little girl was so delicate and soft that her feelings made his heart beat fast. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare to, for he was afraid that once he responded, things would get out of control.
If you do something to hurt a little girl, that damage will be irreversible no matter how much you regret it.
Seeing Yan Mingli smiling silently, Yang Feng had something to understand. Although he was not an experienced person, he had encountered it unintentionally. When they were in a relationship, they were so passionate that they couldn't help themselves.
That scene almost scared him so much that he held his urine back.
It was dark in the deep alley and I was so hungry.
"You weren't discovered yesterday, were you?" It was impossible to continue talking about the young people's feelings, so Yang Feng had to ask about other things.
"No." After not talking about the little girl, Yan Mingli was obviously more relaxed, but the soft light in his eyes also faded a lot.
"I remember you didn't bring malted milk yesterday?" Yang Feng said, sniffing his nose and sniffing the air left and right.
"No." With the little money he earned from selling blood, he couldn't afford something as luxurious as malted milk.
I once heard from the staff of the supply and marketing cooperative that fortified malted milk does not contain cocoa powder and is especially suitable for children.
At that time, he really wanted to buy a can for his younger brother and sister, but an 800-gram can cost 40 yuan, and a 454-gram can cost 26 yuan, which he really couldn't afford.
Later he heard that the Shanghai market had released a 50-gram bag of the drug, which was only three yuan and a half per bag. Unfortunately, the supply and marketing cooperative in Ming County was out of stock, so he was unable to buy some for his younger brothers and sisters to try.
"Then why do I keep smelling the aroma of malted milk?" Yang Feng smelled the sweet aroma of malted milk at the gate of the yard just now, and thought it was made by Mo Zhiqing for him.
But you can still smell it all the way. Isn't that the most direct expression of the beautiful educated youth's love for the handsome guy?
This is malted milk! I was so tired that I couldn't help but shake the spoon when I ate it myself. How could I bear to give it to someone who is not related to me? Anyone who would give it to someone else would probably have ulterior motives.
For example: Mo Zhiqing wanted to pursue Boss Yan, so he took a sailor shirt, overalls, blue mesh shoes, malted milk, a flashlight, as well as crispy candies, milk candies, a big bowl of meat, big meat buns, etc.
The "heart-wrenching" sugar-coated bullets corroded him, shook his firm revolutionary will, and forced him to succumb to the passionate love of the beautiful girl, and then... he had two children in three years!
Alas! Yang Feng looked melancholy. Why couldn't this person be him? He also wanted to be corrupted by the beautiful girl's sugar-coated bullets!
But when his eyes fell on Yan Mingli's tall and straight figure and dignified appearance, he immediately gave up his unrealistic thoughts.
"Yeah, I drank it." Yan Mingli pursed his lips and couldn't help but chuckle. His gentle eyes clearly showed that he was thinking of the little girl.
"Such a precious thing must have been bought by Mo Zhiqing!" The acid bubbles that had just been pressed down immediately popped out again. What a sin!
"Yeah!" Yan Mingli nodded without thinking, as if stabbing Yang Feng in the chest.
"Young man, how long can you hold on?" Yang Feng patted his shoulder and said earnestly.
"Second Brother Yang, you are only one year older than me." This... Ever since Second Brother Yang went to the Guanyin Temple to work as a middleman, he has become more and more careless, and his words are also incoherent and unruly.
I don’t know if I was beaten by my second aunt when I returned to the village this time?
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