Du Lei was breathing rapidly, as if he had just run ten kilometers.
Today's events were outside his knowledge, and his views on love completely collapsed.
Feng Lingling appears to be a shy girl who is quick to speak, but in reality, she would sell herself for three hundred yuan.
"Get out of here. From now on, we'll be strangers." Du Lei squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.
"Brother Lei, I knew all along that this was a joke you were playing on me." Feng Lingling hurriedly put on her clothes.
"I'm not stupid, and don't treat me like one," Du Lei roared.
"Don't yell at me! I was just confused for a moment. I really like you," Feng Lingling continued to argue.
Wang Peng couldn't stand it anymore, so he put his hands in his pockets and walked away, whistling as he headed home.
Back home, I turned on the light, picked up the little white cat, and started looking through the junior high math book I borrowed from Du Lei.
After an unknown amount of time, Du Lei pushed open the door and entered the room, his face terribly red.
"Brother Lei, what do we say now?" Wang Peng asked Du Lei with a smile.
He was very happy that his good brother had seen through the true colors of the scumbag woman.
Unless he's a cuckold with a penchant for infidelity, he'll stay far away from Feng Lingling.
“Brother Lei, there are plenty of good girls out there. You should find a normal woman to date,” Wang Peng said. “A woman who asks you for money right away is not worth dating.”
Du Lei didn't say anything, but stepped out of the main room and left the courtyard.
Wang Peng understood his feelings, went to the kitchen to boil water for a bath, and went back to the main room to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
When I went out to pee at night, I saw that Du Lei's bedroom light was still on.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he stood by the courtyard wall and shouted, "Go to sleep, there's no need to be sad over that kind of woman."
The bedroom light went out, the door to the main room opened, and Du Lei went to the courtyard wall. "I can't sleep, I'm going to the melon patch."
"What are you doing in the melon patch in the middle of the night? Go to sleep, buddy." Wang Peng was worried that he might do something rash.
"Brother Peng, thank you. I will break things off with Feng Lingling completely. You can go to sleep now," Du Lei said.
"Okay, okay, I hope you keep your word." Wang Peng turned and went back into the house.
If Xiao Du breaks off his relationship with Feng Lingling and meets a normal girl, he will be much happier in this life.
Du Lei arrived at the melon field and sat outside the melon shed to watch the moon.
"You little rascal, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping at home?" Du Geda scolded his grandson with a laugh.
He was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by his grandson.
The worst part is that this guy didn't say anything, he just stared at the moon like an idiot, which made him furious.
Du Lei smiled wryly, "Grandpa, buy me a train ticket tomorrow. I'm going to Xinjiang to find my dad."
My mother has already miscarried two daughters, and she got pregnant again last year. The ultrasound showed it was a son.
The father took the mother to Xinjiang to stay with a friend, mainly to avoid the one-child policy and have a son.
The couple rented a house in Xinjiang. The father worked on a construction site while the mother stayed at home awaiting childbirth.
He was feeling very upset and decided to go to his parents' place to relax and take care of his elderly pregnant mother.
"Kid, are you serious?" Du Geda asked.
"I don't want to come back before school starts." Du Lei just wants to leave his hometown.
Du Geda drank his wine in large gulps, head bowed in deep thought. He definitely couldn't let his grandson go there alone.
He was worried about a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was traveling alone by train from the Central Plains to Xinjiang.
“Let’s go together tomorrow. You can help your mom with the housework, and your dad and I will go to the construction site to earn money,” Du Geda said.
"What about the melons at home?" Du Lei hurriedly shook his head. "I'll take the train myself, it'll be fine."
"Bullshit, you want me to be like Du Chuangzi?" Du Geda sneered. "Tomorrow I'll talk to Xiao Wang and just give him the melon patch."
"Give him the bag?" Du Lei was stunned. "How? He only has three hundred yuan, what can he use to carry it?"
“I’m going to talk to him.” Du Geda stood up, put the wine bottle in his pocket, and said, “You stay here and watch the melons. I’m leaving now.”
The old man left without warning, leaving Du Lei feeling helpless, but he understood his grandfather's thoughts.
Du Chuangzi, an elderly man in the village, is left behind and is responsible for taking care of his grandson who is also left at home.
A few days ago, my grandson drowned while playing in the water, and Du Chuangzi also drank pesticide and died—a human tragedy.
The next morning, Wang Peng got up, washed up, and prepared to go to the county to sell melons.
"Xiao Peng, wait a bit before you go. Come with me to the melon patch first, there's something I need to do," Du Geda said.
"What's up?" Wang Peng asked as he approached the low courtyard wall.
The Du family home was originally a large courtyard house, but it was divided in two by a low wall, with the father's house on one side and the son's house on the other.
Du Geda unscrewed the bottle and took a sip. "Today I'm taking Xiaolei to Xinjiang to find his dad. I'm planning to lease the melon patch to you. Are you in?"
"Oh my, you're drinking so early in the morning?" Wang Peng laughed.
"Don't change the subject. Are you going to cover it or not? If you don't, I'll go find someone else." He said with a serious face.
"Of course I'll take it all," Wang Peng said, not wanting to give up the watermelon business. "But I only have three hundred yuan, and I still owe you fifty yuan."
"Let's not talk about that now, come with me to the melon patch." Du Geda turned and left.
The father and son arrived at the melon field. Old Du sent Du Lei home to cook, and then took Wang Peng for a stroll in the melon field.
The ground was covered with watermelon vines, with watermelons of all sizes hidden under them.
The father and son walked carefully, afraid of stepping on the watermelon seeds.
Du Geda wanted to contract the watermelon field to Wang Peng, but he could only roughly estimate the weight and couldn't pick all the watermelons and weigh them.
If you do that, the watermelon will only last for half a month at most before it spoils or loses moisture and becomes a mushy, unpalatable flesh.
Therefore, only watermelons that grow on vines can be kept fresh and stored for a longer period of time.
After the two of them took a stroll, Wang Peng had a better idea of what was going on: there were at least nine thousand catties of watermelons left in the field.
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