Chapter Ninety-Four: Is the Watermelon Sweet?
While tears streamed down his face, Zhong Hongqing finished eating the watermelon clean.
In his heart, his aunt brought him a watermelon, which showed that his aunt was very kind.
His aunt also gave him a watermelon; his aunt was very kind.
The watermelon belongs to Grandma, and Grandma is very good to me.
His dad stole his watermelon; his dad is a bad person.
Zhang Chunxue escorted Song Xingzhi to the courtyard gate. Both of them were a little reluctant to part, but they didn't know what to say to each other.
Finally, Song Xingzhi spoke softly, "It's getting late, Sister Chunxue should go back and rest early too."
Zhang Chunxue nodded, but didn't move her feet.
Song Xingzhi hesitated for a moment: "Um... was the watermelon sweet today?"
A blush appeared on Zhang Chunxue's face: "So sweet."
A smile appeared on Song Xingzhi's lips: "Then I'll bring the other watermelon over tomorrow?"
Zhang Chunxue's blush deepened: "Are you coming again tomorrow?"
A smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
Song Xingzhi deliberately raised an eyebrow: "If Sister Chunxue doesn't welcome me, I won't come."
Zhang Chunxue's tone suddenly became somewhat urgent: "If you come, I will definitely welcome you!"
At this moment, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Under the bright moonlight, Song Xingzhi could clearly see her slightly flushed face and the glistening tears in her eyes.
For a moment, he was also somewhat agitated and couldn't help but take a step forward.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Then I'll come every day..."
Before he could even speak, an untimely voice broke out from the side.
"Oh? Secretary Song? He's having dinner at Chunxue's house today too!"
The ambiguous atmosphere was instantly shattered, and both Zhang Chunxue and Song Xingzhi felt flustered and inexplicably guilty.
Song Xingzhi was the first to react, and a smile appeared on his face as usual: "Yes, I ate at Sister Chunxue's house."
The visitor was Zhong Dayuan, who lived not far away. He was fanning himself with a fan and his gaze swept back and forth between Song Xingzhi and Zhang Chunxue's house before he put on a knowing expression.
"When Secretary Song goes back to the brigade headquarters later, be careful when you pass by the main gate, otherwise those gossipy women will definitely start making up all sorts of stories again!"
Song Xingzhi was quite nonchalant: "They can say whatever they want!"
Zhong Dayuan nodded repeatedly: "Secretary Song really sees things clearly!"
He then winked at Song Xingzhi and said, "I just wonder when we'll be able to attend Secretary Song's wedding banquet..."
Song Xingzhi simply smiled politely: "If there's a chance, I'll definitely let Uncle Dayuan drink it."
Because Zhong Dayuan was clearly watching the show with amusement, Song Xingzhi had nothing to say to Zhang Chunxue and could only sigh helplessly in his heart.
"Then, Sister Chunxue, I'll head back now."
Zhang Chunxue nodded gently: "Then be careful on the road, it's already this late."
“Okay…” Song Xingzhi took a deep look at Zhang Chunxue and left reluctantly.
Zhong Dayuan immediately followed Song Xingzhi's steps: "Hey, Secretary Song, I'll go with you, we can have a chat."
When Zhang Chunxue returned to the kitchen, it had already been cleaned up, and Zhou Mingli was holding Zhong Yuanyuan and chatting with Zhong Xiaoxiao.
"It's getting late, everyone go back to sleep!" Zhang Chunxue reached out and touched Zhong Yuanyuan's little face. "Yuanyuan is asleep!"
The three of them then went back to their respective rooms.
Lying in bed, Zhang Chunxue felt a sweet warmth welling up in her heart as she thought about her time with Song Xingzhi. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
After Song Xingzhi left the village, the villagers who had been resting at the village entrance and were planning to go home immediately surrounded Zhong Dayuan.
"Uncle Dayuan, why did you come with Clerk Song?"
"Could it be that Secretary Song had dinner at your house tonight?"
"Is Uncle Dayuan asking Clerk Song for a favor?"
"How about I treat Secretary Song to a meal tomorrow?"
Zhong Dayuan waved his fan, looking mysterious: "How could I possibly get Secretary Song to come?"
"Have you forgotten where I live?"
“Isn’t Uncle Dayuan living in…wait, right?” A middle-aged woman’s eyes widened suddenly.
"You figured it out, didn't you?" Zhong Dayuan casually fanned himself. "I was just walking from home, and I happened to pass by Chunxue's house."
The surrounding villagers immediately let out a unified exclamation.
"Did Secretary Song go to Zhang Chunxue's house for dinner again?"
"This is the second time, isn't it?"
"It seems that Secretary Song and Sister Chunxue are really getting married soon!"
A woman who had been married into Zhongjia Village for ten years couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, what is Secretary Song thinking?"
"I heard as soon as I got married that this educated youth Song was over twenty years old and still unmarried and not dating... He's so handsome, and now he's a leader... How did he fall for Aunt Chunxue?"
"With his qualifications, he could easily find someone better!"
Zhong Dayuan stroked his chin: "Chunxue isn't bad either! Back when Guosheng married her, which young man in the village wasn't envious!"
"Don't let Chunxue's current age of over forty fool you; when she was young, she was truly the most beautiful woman in the surrounding villages."
The woman couldn't help but mutter, "Even if she's doing well, she's forty, has four kids, and is already a grandmother..."
An older woman standing nearby patted her on the back with a palm-leaf fan: "Stop gossiping! Have you forgotten what Zhong Jingui went through?"
The woman shrank back slightly: "I... I didn't say anything! I just stated the facts... I'm over forty, and I can't even have children anymore!"
"Hey, Secretary Song is just different from everyone else!" someone nearby said dismissively. "She just likes older women, so what?"
The woman was speechless.
As night deepened, everyone dispersed.
However, the news spread the next day that Song Xingzhi had gone to Zhang Chunxue's house for dinner a second time.
The first time could be attributed to gratitude for Song Xingzhi introducing Zhou Mingli to a job, but the second time is more intriguing.
The whole village was buzzing with discussion.
When Zhong Aiguo went home for lunch, he kept sighing and saying, "It seems that Secretary Song has really been won over by Zhang Chunxue!"
Yang Lifang rolled her eyes and said, "Zhong Aiguo, what you're saying... how come it wasn't our Chunxue who was taken down by Secretary Song?"
Zhong Aiguo, barely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, said irritably, "Look at Zhang Chunxue's qualifications, are they comparable to Secretary Song's?"
He waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, that's enough! I'm not talking to you old women anymore!"
Yang Lifang kicked him in the butt in anger, sneering repeatedly, "You didn't tell me, did you! Don't get into my bed tonight!"
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