Chapter 73 Comfort
Du Ruo drove aimlessly on the road. After two lifetimes, she saw the face that had already become blurry in her memory for the first time, but she found it so funny.
She didn't know how Du Hai's problem was solved in her previous life. She was also very worried at that time, and it seemed that no one would think of asking her for help.
Many years later, her aunt did look for her once, but she easily got rid of her and she never showed up again.
She never knew that her own mother had a hand in this. She was amazed that her weak mother had such a unique way of thinking.
She recalled Bai Minhua's reproachful look, as if he was blaming her, saying, "You are cruel, you are heartless, you are unreasonable..."
Du Ruo thought of the withered hands, the frail body, the dilapidated thatched house, the bowl of turbid water on the broken bench, and then thought of the weak and helpless beauty just now...
There was no sadness at all, but there was a fire burning, the scorching temperature made her feel powerless.
Du Ruo walked into the house in the night, feeling exhausted.
When she looked up, she saw a figure standing in the yard. The bright light that filled the yard made the shadow on the ground look tall and slender. The figure walked to her side, put his strong arms around Du Ruo's waist, and gently held her in his arms. A faint smell of tobacco mixed with turmeric wafted over her face, carrying the smell of body temperature.
Du Ruo was wrapped in the man's arms, feeling the warmth from the man's body. Her nostrils were filled with the man's scent. She couldn't help but indulge herself in this moment of warmth.
When he woke up the next morning, sunlight filled the room. Du Ruo couldn't remember how he fell asleep, but he slept very soundly that night unexpectedly.
As soon as she walked out the door, a motorcycle helmet was thrown into her arms. Du Ruo stared blankly at the person standing at the door.
He has a handsome profile, a slender figure, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of ruffianism on his face.
Yuan Tingchuan took off a high-end custom-made suit, revealing a motorcycle jacket on the upper body and jeans on the lower body, looking handsome, handsome and charming.
He saw Du Ruo staring at him blankly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, moving his chin, and mumbling: "Change your clothes, brother will take you for a ride."
There was a hint of laziness and arrogance in his eyes, his chin raised high, and he signaled Du Ruo with his eyes to hurry up.
Du Ruo looked at the helmet in her hand and smiled. She turned back into the house, put on a pair of jeans, changed into a jacket, combed her hair into small buns, and walked out holding the helmet.
At a glance, he saw the Harley motorcycle parked at the gate. The man supported himself with his long and strong legs and signaled Du Ruo with his eyes to get on the bike.
The roar of a motorcycle sounded at the door. The man's hand twisted the accelerator in front of him, and the motorcycle rushed out like lightning.
Yuan Tingchuan rode his motorcycle very wildly. You could hear the sound of the strong wind blowing past your ears through his helmet. Du Ruo's hands were tightly holding the man's thin waist. His clothes fluttered in the strong wind. The scenery on both sides flew by very quickly. It was an extreme pleasure, the feeling of flying in the wind.
Du Ruo put her face against the man's back. She seemed to feel the man's heartbeat even through the helmet. She tightened her arms and leaned her whole body on the man's back.
The car gradually slowed down. This was a hillside with lush green rice fields below. We could also see the smoke rising from the distant mountain village. The croaking of frogs could be heard one after another, with the singing of birds in between.
Yuan Tingchuan stopped the car, parked the motorcycle, half-carried Du Ruo, who was still in a daze, and reached out to take off the helmets of both men, loosened the hair ropes, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall. The man's strong and slender fingers ran through Du Ruo's long hair.
Du Ruo raised her eyes and looked into the man's eyes. She found that the man's dark and deep eyes were full of smiles. Du Ruo felt the touch of the man's chest muscles under her palms. Her white fingers couldn't help but stroke it gently. Suddenly, she heard the man's heavy breathing.
Yuan Tingchuan's fingertips were rougher than she had imagined. There was a thin cord on his thumb, and his breath was moist and hot, constantly spraying beside her delicate cheeks.
The man lowered his head and kissed her lips, arrogantly and wantonly, with a taste of aggression...
Du Ruo felt a strong sense of comfort and numbness, which made her heart beat faster and faster. The back of her head was held tightly by the man's hand. The violent kiss was powerful and gentle.
Yuan Tingchuan's kiss gradually became as lingering as a drizzle. He pressed Du Ruo in his arms, calming his emotions and heartbeat.
His palm gently stroked Du Ruo's back, bringing bewitching comfort.
The two of them walked hand in hand on the hillside. In the mountain village not far away, they could faintly hear the barking of dogs.
Du Ruo suddenly thought of the popular farmhouse entertainment in later generations. She smiled mischievously at Yuan Tingchuan and said, "Thank you, President Yuan, for condescending to comfort me. I will treat you to a farmhouse meal."
Yuan Tingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know anyone here?"
Du Ruo smiled mysteriously: "Do you know anyone? I will treat you to a meal as well."
The two put on helmets and drove their motorcycles into the village. Du Ruo picked a cleaner house and asked Yuan Tingchuan to wait at the door while she walked in.
A 30-something woman was chopping vegetables and feeding chickens at the door. Du Ruo went up to her and said hello: "Excuse me, sister-in-law, what's your name? Where are you from?"
The female comrade saw the guest and stood up and said, "My family name is Wang. This is Dawang Manor. Most of the families in the manor have the surname Wang. What can I do for you?"
Du Ruo took out five big reunion tickets from his pocket and said to the female comrade, "Hello, Sister Wang, we are two people passing by here and want to find a place to eat, but we don't see any hotels. Could you please make some for us?"
The female comrade looked at the big ball in Du Ruo's hand and felt a little jealous, but she was also a little embarrassed: "We farmers don't have anything delicious to eat, right?"
Her face was slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed: "Besides, I can't cook any elaborate meals. How about you give me five dollars and I'll cook something simple for you?"
Du Ruo whispered, "Sister Wang, we'll just eat your farmhouse meals. You take all the money and you can cook the meals. We won't be picky. What do you think?"
An old lady behind her said, "Hey, young lady, it's just a meal, leave it to us, we guarantee you'll be satisfied."
She glanced at the young man at the door again and whispered to Du Ruo, "Is that your boyfriend? He's really handsome. Call him in quickly. You guys go in and wait for a while. It will be ready in no time."
Du Ruochong waved to Yuan Tingchuan and asked him to come in quickly.
Yuan Tingchuan hung his helmet on the handlebars and slowly walked into the farmer's yard. He looked around at the vegetable gardens on both sides with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had never seen these before.