“I went to the river to catch them!” Ji Ningzhi said.
“I saw them too,” Liang Wenhua echoed.
Ji Yousheng looked at Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun said expressionlessly, "Let's go home."
“Yanjun, they might be classmates,” Ji Yousheng explained on Wen Qing’s behalf.
"We're not classmates!" Ji Ningzhi denied.
Ji Yousheng turned and glared at her, but she still said, "They're not classmates!"
Ji Yousheng glared at her angrily.
Ji Ningzhi looked unconvinced.
Ji Yanjun ignored everyone, walked to the car, opened the door, and got in. Ji Yousheng then sat in the passenger seat, while Ji Ningzhi and Liang Wenhua sat in the back.
Ji Yanjun started the car and drove away from the police station. When he passed Fengqing Garment Factory, he couldn't help but slow down and turn his head to look.
Unfortunately, Fengqing Garment Factory was not open yet, and the entrance was empty. Suddenly, he desperately wanted to smell the green leaves and missed it terribly.
I wonder when Wen Qing was waiting for him at the four-way intersection.
He longed to feel the soft, smooth texture of Wen Qing's fingers when she took his hand.
I want to see how cute Wen Qing looks when she gets angry with him.
He wanted to see the shy, blushing face of Wen Qing when she first kissed him.
Xiang Wenqing hugged his waist and buried her face in his chest on the day she felt cold.
...
As he was thinking, he suddenly sped up, parked the car at the gate of the yard, and said, "Dad, go to Shen Youbang's place later and talk to him about Zhang Fangfang. Tell him to go to the police station to pick her up."
"Where are you going?" Ji Yousheng asked.
"Something came up."
At this time, Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Ji Ningzhi had already gotten off the bus.
Ji Yanjun leaned over and closed the car door, then quickly turned the steering wheel to turn the car around.
Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi originally wanted to shout, but their appearance was too unbearable to look at, so after getting out of the car, they quickly went into the yard.
Ji Yanjun drove his car out of the county town onto a bumpy dirt road, heading straight for Shuiwan Village.
When they arrived at the entrance of Shuiwan Village, Wenpeng and Dadao were playing marbles on the main road.
"Pengpeng, a car is here. Is it looking for your older sister?" It was the consensus in the village that anyone with status or money would go to Wen Qing. In their eyes, Wen Qing was such a powerful village chief.
Wen Peng stopped playing marbles, stood up, and looked at the car in front of him: "Ji Yanjun?"
Ji Yanjun got out of the car and asked, "Pengpeng, is your older sister home?"
"No, my older sister, my mother, and the village chief's family went to the county town early this morning."
"What are you going to the county town for?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"I'm arranging a marriage for my older sister; it's for the town mayor's son."
Ji Yanjun was immediately at a loss. He had just been hoping that Ning Zhi was lying and slandering Wen Qing, but now that he heard Wen Peng say the same thing, it must be true.
Ji Yanjun put his hands in his pockets, then took them out again, and asked as calmly as possible, "When...when will she be back?"
"I don't know either," Wen Peng replied.
Ji Yanjun nodded, his voice so soft that only he could hear it: "Okay, I understand."
Wen Peng looked at Ji Yanjun with a puzzled expression, but he couldn't understand why Ji Yanjun seemed so sad.
"Pengpeng, Pengpeng, it's your turn to play marbles, hurry up." Da Dao looked around the toy car for a while, but didn't dare to touch it, so he felt it was no longer interesting and urged Wen Peng to continue playing marbles.
"Pengpeng, you play, I'm leaving." Ji Yanjun forced a smile, got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.
Wen Peng watched the cars driving on the dirt road.
"Pengpeng, hurry up!" Da Dao shouted.
Wen Peng turned his head, and seeing the glass beads rekindled his playful spirit. He smiled and said, "Here I come!"
Meanwhile, Ji Yanjun drove back to the county town, circled around twice, but did not see Wen Qing.
Meanwhile, Wen Qing was having dinner with Shi Lei's family at a state-run restaurant.
Shi Lei's mother was extremely satisfied with Wen Qing. Wen Qing was good-looking, polite, and had a gentle smile. She was also knowledgeable. Therefore, she kept putting food on Wen Qing's plate during the meal.
"Is your studies too demanding? You've gotten so thin," said Shi Lei's mother.
Yao Shiling was also satisfied with Shi Lei. She had originally approached him with a "let's give it a try" attitude, but she didn't expect Shi Lei to be such a gentle and shy boy. It was good that Wen Qing had a bad temper, and Shi Lei could be more tolerant of her in the future.
Seeing that both families were quite satisfied, the village chief's wife decided to finalize the deal.
Yao Shiling said, "Shi Lei will take the college entrance exam in a few months, and Wen Qing will also take it. It's more appropriate to talk about it after the exams are over."
"Isn't Wen Qing only a sophomore in high school?" Shi Lei's mother asked in surprise.
The village chief's wife quickly explained, "She skipped a grade; her homeroom teacher specifically recommended her to the school."
"So amazing!" Shi Lei's mother exclaimed.
Even Shi Lei looked at Wen Qing differently.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "My homeroom teacher said it's just a try, and I might not pass the exam. I haven't even finished reading the senior year textbooks yet."
"It's okay if you can't finish reading it, let Shi Lei teach you. Shi Lei is a senior in high school, right? Right, Shi Lei?" Shi Lei's mother nudged Shi Lei with her elbow, as if afraid that such a good wife as Wen Qing would run away.
Shi Lei said awkwardly, "Mom, Wen Qing is from Nanzhou No. 1 Middle School, and I am from Nanzhou No. 3 Middle School. The students from No. 1 Middle School are much better than those from No. 3 Middle School."
Shi Lei became embarrassed: "Oh, I see."
"That's not quite like it. One is Chinese, and three are science; each has its own advantages," Wen Qing explained with a smile.
Shi Lei's mother likes Wen Qing even more now.
Because Yao Shiling insisted on waiting until Wen Qing's college entrance examination before discussing the engagement, Shi Lei's mother couldn't insist too much, but she was worried that Wen Qing might run away.
So, during the meal, if she felt Shi Lei was distracted or cold towards Wen Qing, she would secretly tug at him, leaving Shi Lei both amused and exasperated.
After the meal, the two families parted ways.
Compared to Yao Shiling and Wen Qing's composure, Shi Lei and his mother seemed reluctant to part.
Shi Lei looked at Wen Qing and said, "We'll have to wait until Nanzhou to see you."
"See you in Nanzhou," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Shi Lei's mother, Yao Shiling, and the village chief's wife exchanged a few more words before leaving.
Shi Lei and his friends took a bus back to town.
The village chief's wife pulled Yao Shiling aside and asked, "How's it going, Sister-in-law Wen?"
"It's fine," Yao Shiling said with a smile.
"A perfect match!" the village chief's wife laughed.
Yao Shiling said, "They're both taking the college entrance exam soon. They'll see how things go after that."
"Yes, yes, the college entrance exam is important!" the village chief's wife said with a smile. She genuinely thought Wen Qing and Shi Lei were a good match.
Meanwhile, Shi Lei and his mother were sitting in the car.
Shi Lei opened the car window and looked back every now and then.
Shi Lei's mother said cheerfully, "Don't look, you can't see anyone anyway."
Shi Lei turned his head and sat up straight.
"So, what do you think? Do you like it?" Shi Lei's mother asked with a smile.
Shi Lei nodded slightly shyly and whispered an "Mmm".
Shi Lei's mother became happy and told Shi Lei that Wen Qing was beautiful, so her future children would definitely be beautiful and intelligent.
"Mom, you're thinking too far ahead. We're still in school."
"Far away? It's not far at all. Don't you have three male classmates with children?"
Shi Lei ignored his mother.
Shi Lei's mother continued to praise Wen Qing.
At this point, Wen Qing had already put the blind date aside, and the village chief's wife had to return to Shuiwan Village first.
Wen Qing and Yao Shiling are cleaning up Fengqing Garment Factory.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Mom, actually, we can just let them clean it. We don't need to lift a finger."
"New Year, new spring, new look, let them see that this place looks brand new as soon as they come in."
Wen Qing said, "This is called a complete makeover."
Yao Shiling laughed: "You're so good at talking."
After cleaning for an hour or two, Wen Qing pushed her bicycle out of the backyard, took out an air pump to inflate the tires, and said, "Mom, let's go home."
"good."
Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang at the factory.
Wen Qing stepped forward to answer: "Hello."
"Wen Qing, I've finally found you!" It was Zhang Xiuying who spoke.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Happy New Year, Sister Zhang."
"Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" Zhang Xiuying asked hurriedly, "Wen Qing! The New Year is over, when are you going to open for business making clothes? I've sold all the clothes you sold me before the New Year, not a single one left!"
In fact, it wasn't just Zhang Xiuying's family; other customers were also urging Feng Qing to open the door quickly so they could buy clothes.
"We'll open in three days," Wen Qing said.
"Then you'd better hurry up and get the clothes out for me!" Zhang Xiuying said.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Okay."
“I’ll be waiting for you,” Zhang Xiuying said.
"Mm," Wen Qing replied.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Qing pushed her bicycle out, locked the door, and Yao Shiling checked it to make sure it was locked before following Wen Qing.
Yao Shiling asked, "Who made that call just now?"
"Sister Zhang, she wants clothes. She said all the clothes from before the New Year were sold out, and she was wondering why Fengqing opened so late." Wen Qing told Yao Shiling the truth.
Yao Shiling smiled and said, "People have to have a good New Year, right?"
"That's right."
As the two were chatting, a car suddenly sped past them, startling them.
"Mom, did she not touch you?" Wen Qing asked.
“No, it’s far away,” Yao Shiling replied.
The two turned to look at each other simultaneously, and soon the car disappeared from sight.
But Yao Shiling still recognized the car and asked, "Wen Qing, is that Ji Yanjun's car?"
Wen Qing nodded: "It's his."
"Is something wrong with him driving so fast?" Yao Shiling asked.
Wen Qing replied, "It's probably a minor emergency at the company."
"That's possible." Yao Shiling nodded.
"Mom, let's go," Wen Qing said.
"Um."
Wen Qing pushed the bike to the dirt road and said, "Mom, I'll get on the bike, and you can sit on it once it's stable."
“Okay,” Yao Shiling replied.
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