Chapter 676 The Young Lady and the Repairman (6)

Bai Yao dug out an old black-and-white photo from the pile of things in the corner. Due to the age, the people in the photo were blurry, but it was still clear that they were a man and a woman.

The lady was sitting on a chair, and the man in a suit was standing beside her, holding her hand. They must be a couple.

He Mian restrained himself and looked away, no longer staring at Bai Yao's face. He calmly said his guess, "It should be the previous owner of the manor."

Bai Yao asked curiously: "The previous owner of the manor?"

"I heard from the old people that the manor had only two owners. The first owner was surnamed Luo. After Mr. Luo passed away, Mrs. Luo moved away."

Bai Yao asked: "What about the second owner?"

"The second owner..." He raised his eyes to look at her, "It's you."

Bai Yao exclaimed "Wow", it seems that since the first owner passed away, the manor has been idle. She thought for a while, her parents seemed to have mentioned that they bought the manor from a person surnamed Luo. The person surnamed Luo should be the descendant of the first owner.

Bai Yao looked at the photo in her hand again and put it back.

He Mian is a local and has seen many rains in Minghu Town, but this time he miscalculated. The rain lasted for a long time, so long that the ground became muddy, and fallen leaves and wild flowers were scattered all over the ground.

It was already evening, and Aunt Fang should have finished cooking. When she found that Bai Yao was not in the room, she would probably come to look for him.

He Mian packed his things and picked up his backpack. His eyes involuntarily fell on the girl at the door again.

Bai Yao stood on the steps, holding up the hem of her white skirt, looking at the pair of white shoes on her feet in distress.

The backyard was basically still in its original state, and the gravel path had not been completely repaired. It was obvious that she would get it dirty walking all the way back.

He Mian closed the door of the wooden house, and walked past Bai Yao with his eyes lowered. He walked on the path covered with mud and water as usual. His shoes were already dusty from work, so he didn't need to care whether they were clean or not. After all, he was dirty.

The eyes behind him were always glued to his back, staring straight at him without any disguise.

He Mian grabbed the shoulder strap of his shoulder bag and forced himself to ignore her gaze.

Don't meddle in other people's business. Don't meddle in other people's business.

As long as there is no unnecessary communication, there is no need to deal with complicated relationships.

Bai Yao looked at He Mian's figure passing through the grape vines and disappearing. She curled her lips and thought to herself that this person could really hold back. She dropped her coy look and took two steps forward. A figure walked back from behind the grape vines.

He Mian's eyes shifted slightly without looking at her. He said very stiffly and uncomfortably: "Do you need help?"

Bai Yao grinned, "Yes!"

He walked in front of her, stood at the bottom of the steps, and turned his back.

When Bai Yao lay on his back, she could feel that his body was very tense. His hand passed through her knees, and she was surprised to find that he was going to wash his hands.

He Mian always kept his head slightly lowered and didn't say a word.

He was emitting heat from his body, which made him feel ashamed. He was worried that she would dislike his bad smell, and that the dirt and water on the ground would dirty her white skirt. Wasn't he also dirtying her now?

He Mian pursed his lips, and the broken hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyes, casting a shadow in his eyes.

Bai Yao suddenly said: "Why do you always walk with your head down?"

He paused and didn't answer.

Bai Yao poked his shoulder with her finger. When he looked up, she pointed upwards and said: "There are fruits here."

He Mian looked in the direction she pointed.

It was on the grape trellis, between the green vines, a bunch of poor little fruits were hanging on the trellis. They were still very small and looked very sour green.

The grape trellis had not been taken care of, so it was unexpected that it could bear fruit. In the recent storm, the bunch of fruit did not fall apart, which was really lucky.

He Mian often walked by here, but he had never noticed that there was a bunch of grapes here.

Bai Yao said: "You often work here. Every time you pass by here, you raise your head to help me look at this bunch of fruits. When it is ripe, I want to eat it, okay?"

The boy's black eyes were full of dark light. He wanted to lower his head out of habit, but this time he inexplicably held back and replied to her in a dry tone: "Yeah."

He walked very steadily along the way, and was still as silent as ever. Only when Bai Yao talked to him, he would simply respond once or twice.

After leaving the backyard, there was a flat road paved with tiles.

Bai Yao got off his back, her eyes curved, and she smiled: "He Mian, thank you."

He said: "You're welcome."

Bai Yao walked a few steps towards the house, then turned around and waved at him, "See you tomorrow."

She ran into the door in a few steps, leaving only the afterimage of her fluttering skirt still floating in people's sight, like mist, like light.

He Mian's Adam's apple rolled, and the line of his jaw became more tense. He turned around and walked out slowly. Out of habit, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his hand holding the shoulder strap, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were faintly exposed, suggesting that his current mood was different from the calm on the surface.

An eighteen-year-old boy is full of vigor and vitality. No matter how hard he tries to suppress the restlessness of teenage hormones, he will eventually burst out when he reaches the critical point.

When he returns home, there are things he needs to do, and He Mian finally has his own rest time late at night.

There is also a bookshelf in his bedroom, which is piled with books with creases and marks. Even though he has finished his studies due to life pressures, he does not intend to let his life go on like this.

He Mian is working hard to save money. He thinks that one day, he can walk out of Minghu Town, stay away from this place, and then continue his studies and live the life he wants.

Tonight, he sat at the desk for a long time, but he couldn't read a single piece of paper.

The girl leaned on his back, calling his name, and the hot breath she exhaled seemed to still flow around his ears.

Unlike his body, her body was soft.

He Mian even remembered the feeling of her poking his shoulder with her fingers, light and a little itchy.

"He Mian, help me raise my head more and look up."

It was as if the sound echoing in his ears had defeated him.

Hemian bent down, resting his forehead on the edge of the table, breathing heavily.

The bad feeling made his body hot along with the boiling blood, and the emotion that surged in his eyes was all self-loathing.

The pen fell under the table.

The boy pursed his lips tightly, and while clenching his hands down, he closed his eyes in annoyance.