Du Ruo drove aimlessly on the road. After two lifetimes, she saw the face that had become blurred in her memory for the first time, but she found it so funny.
She didn't know how Du Hai's problem was resolved in her previous life. She was also in a state of panic at that time, and no one thought 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 appeared again.
She never knew that her own mother had a hand in this. It really made her sigh that her weak mother had such a unique way of thinking.
She recalled Bai Minhua's reproachful look, as if he was blaming her: "You are cruel, you are heartless, you are unreasonable..."
Du Ruo thought of the withered hands, the frail body, the dilapidated thatched hut, the murky bowl of water on the broken bench, and then thought of the frail and helpless beauty just now...
There was no sadness, but there was a fire burning, the scorching temperature made her feel weak all over.
Du Ruo was exhausted when he walked into the house in the night.
When she looked up, she saw a figure standing in the yard. The bright light in the yard made the shadow on the ground look tall and slender. The figure walked to her side, put a pair of strong arms around Du Ruo's waist, and gently held her in his arms. A faint smell of tobacco mixed with turmeric came to her face, with the smell of body temperature.
Du Ruo was held in the man's arms, feeling the warmth from his body and the scent of his breath. 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 unexpectedly he slept very soundly that night.
As soon as she went out, a motorcycle helmet was thrown into her arms. Du Ruo stared blankly at the person standing at the door.
He has a handsome outline, a tall figure, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a hint of ruffian on his face.
Yuan Tingchuan took off his high-end custom-made suit, revealing a motorcycle jacket on the upper body and jeans on the lower body. He looked 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 and went into the house, put on a pair of jeans, changed into a jacket, combed her hair into a bun, and walked out holding the helmet.
At a glance, he saw the Harley motorcycle parked at the gate. The man supported himself on the ground 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 twisted the accelerator in front of him and the motorcycle rushed out at lightning speed.
Yuan Tingchuan rode his motorcycle very wildly. Even through his helmet, he could hear the sound of the strong wind blowing past his ears. Du Ruo hugged the man's thin waist tightly with both hands. 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. Even through the helmet, she seemed to feel the man's heartbeat. She tightened her arms again and leaned her whole body on the man's back.
The car gradually slowed down. This was a hillside with green rice fields below. The smoke from the distant mountain village could be seen. The calls of frogs came one after another, interspersed with the singing of birds.
Yuan Tingchuan stopped the car, parked the motorcycle, half-carried Du Ruo, who was still in a daze, down, reached out to take off both of their helmets, loosened the hairband, and her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The man's strong, thin, 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 gently stroke it. Suddenly, she heard the man's heavy breathing.
Yuan Tingchuan's fingertips were rougher than she had imagined, with thin calluses on his thumb. His breath was moist and hot, constantly spraying beside her delicate cheek.
The man lowered his head and kissed her lips, arrogant and wanton, with a hint 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 palm. The violent kiss was powerful and gentle.
Yuan Tingchuan's kiss gradually became as gentle and lingering as drizzle. He held Du Ruo in his arms, calming his emotions and heartbeat.
His palm gently stroked Du Ruo's back, with a 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 remembered the popular farmhouse entertainment in later generations. She smiled mischievously at Yuan Tingchuan and said, "Thank you, President Yuan, for condescending to accommodate and 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 chose a cleaner house and asked Yuan Tingchuan to wait at the door while she went in.
A woman in her thirties was chopping vegetables and feeding chickens at the door. Du Ruo approached and said, "Excuse me, sister-in-law, what's your name? Where are you from?"
Seeing the guest, the woman stood up and said, "My last name is Wang. This is Dawang Village, and most of the families here are named Wang. What can I do for you?"
Du Ruo pulled out five big unity notes from his pocket and said to the woman, "Hello, Mrs. Wang. We're just passing by and looking for a place to eat, but we don't see any restaurants. Could you please make us something?"
The female comrade looked at the big unity in Du Ruo's hand with a bit of envy, but she was also a bit embarrassed: "We farmers don't have anything delicious to eat?"
Her face was slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed: "Besides, I can't cook any fine meals. How about you give me five dollars and I'll make something for you?"
Du Ruo whispered, "Sister Wang, we'll just eat your farmhouse meals. You can take all the money and cook the meals. We won't be picky. What do you think?"
An old lady behind her said, "Hey, girl, 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 so handsome. Hurry up and ask him to come in. You guys go in and wait for a while. It will be ready in a while."
Du Ruo waved at Yuan Tingchuan and asked him to come in quickly.
Yuan Tingchuan hung his helmet on the handlebars and slowly walked into the farmyard. He looked around at the vegetable gardens on both sides with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had never seen these before.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
