Chapter 08 Chapter 8

The food and dishes have been set.

Jia Yourui looked at the two glass bottles on the table, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and picked up some pickled radishes with chopsticks.

Jia Guoye ate silently, and suddenly, a bowl appeared in front of him.

White and tender hands, light pink nails, and thin arms.

Jia Guoye looked up.

"Try it."

Jia Yourui looked at him expectantly, with a cheerful tone.

Afraid that he would misunderstand, she immediately added: "My mother made it, and it tastes very good."

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Jia Guoye couldn't help feeling uneasy under her gaze.

He tasted it and said to her, "Well, it's pretty good."

Jia Yourui's expression was a little proud: "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

She boasted, "My mother's cooking is very good."

As she said that, she also ate a piece.

The long-lost taste awakened her taste buds and brought back some memories, either happy or sad.

Jia Yourui thought of some past events and her emotions were flooded for a while.

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Jia Guoye seemed to have been eating with his head down, but in fact he was silently paying attention to Jia Yourui as usual.

He watched as Jia Yourui's expression gradually became depressed.

Jia Yourui's head down and silent look made Jia Guoye feel at a loss.

She was obviously fine just now, why is she unhappy now?

Jia Guoye wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know where to start, and he was even more worried that his words would disturb her.

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Time seemed to stand still.

Jia Yourui was sad.

Jia Guoye's heart was tangled and distressed.

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Finally, Jia Yourui asked him: "Can you stay out the day after tomorrow?"

Her voice was a little nasal, a little pleading, and there were some flashes of tears in her eyes.

Jia Guoye's heart seemed to be twisted.

"Okay." He didn't hesitate at all.

"Thank you." Jia Yourui smiled.

After saying that, she immediately lowered her head again.

Jia Yourui was obviously absent-minded, and she gently pressed the sweet potatoes in the bowl with chopsticks.

After a long time, she picked up a piece of cucumber and ate it very slowly.

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Jia Guoye pretended to ask casually: "What's going on the day after tomorrow?"

Jia Yourui stammered: "The day after tomorrow, my father is having a dinner for his 50th birthday, and I want you to accompany me."

Jia Guoye nodded and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you then."

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After dinner, Jia Guoye was washing the dishes, and Jia Yourui was walking in the yard to digest the food. After

washing the dishes, Jia Guoye lit a cigarette.

He walked out of the kitchen with the cigarette in his mouth.

Jia Yourui looked up and admired the evening sky. It had been a long time since she saw such a beautiful natural scenery, and she was fascinated by it.

Jia Guoye was looking at her.

Jia Yourui looked at the magnificent sky, large areas of which were dyed scarlet or golden, and the layers of clouds spread farther and farther until they disappeared into the sky. The sky

was full of rosy clouds and dusk was falling. Her heart became extremely pious.

Jia Yourui closed her eyes and heard the voice in her heart:

I don’t know if everything now is real. If it is really a dream, then at least before I wake up, I will make a different choice from my last life.

She opened her eyes and her mood slowly calmed down.

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Jia Guoye had been looking at her quietly until she turned her head and he quickly looked away.

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Jia Yourui wanted to go out for a walk. After many years, the appearance of the village had become blurred in her memory.

She turned around and saw Jia Guoye squatting with his head down, smoking.

Jia Yourui approached and squatted.

Jia Guoye raised his head, put the cigarette aside, and faced her big smiling eyes.

Jia Yourui asked: "Want to go out for a walk?"

Jia Guoye's hand holding the cigarette froze.

He couldn't believe his ears.

After a long time, he looked at her and asked hesitantly: "Shall we go out?"

"Yes."

Jia Yourui nodded and said with a smile: "You and me." Jia Guoye

was silent for a few seconds, put out the cigarette casually, raised his hand and threw it into the dustpan, "Wait a minute."

After that, he stood up, looked at her: "I'll go get some clothes to take a shower." Then he turned and walked into the house.

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The sound of water splashing came from the toilet.

Jia Yourui sat on a low stool, her chin resting on her knees, and she waited for him with her legs crossed.

She carefully recalled in her mind who were the people in Dongjia Village, but after thinking about it, she could only vaguely remember two or three names, and had no impression of the rest.

In her previous life, she was framed and spit on. She thought her parents rejected her and gave her to Jia Guoye as a daughter-in-law. The resentment in her heart was heavy. She turned from a well-behaved and docile girl into a notorious vixen.

Later, she thought she had gained freedom, and left with trepidation and excitement, but she was just put into another prison.

She felt a little flustered. Will he come again in this life?

Of course he would, he came just for her...

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open.

Jia Yourui woke up from her thoughts and turned around to see Jia Guoye coming out with a wooden bucket.

She stood up and walked to his side.

Jia Guoye put down the bucket and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Jia Yourui smiled and nodded.

The two walked out of the courtyard. While Jia Guoye was locking the door, Jia Yourui turned around and wiped her eyes.

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The land they lived on was a bit remote. It was an empty lot in the village that had been idle for many years. Jia Guoye had applied to the village for it when he wanted to separate his family and build a house.

The evening breeze was blowing and the setting sun was dim. Jia Yourui felt extremely comfortable.

What she saw was colorful, green and well-organized farmland, gray-yellow adobe houses, and yellow-purple wild flowers on the roadside. Her vague memory was slowly filled in and painted, becoming clear.

The two walked one after the other, with Jia Guoye walking in front. Jia Yourui wanted to hold his hand, but she was afraid that such a sudden closeness would scare him.

She couldn't help but think of the past. When they went out, she didn't need to worry about this. He was the one who held her hand tightly.

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"Wait for me."

Jia Yourui squatted down, picked two small wild flowers of different colors, and pinned them to her hair near her ears.

She stood up and said to Jia Guoye excitedly, "Do they look good?"

Of course she looked good. The fresh and lively small wild flowers made her plain face even more pure and beautiful. With her bright smile, Jia Guoye nodded and smiled, "It looks good."

This smile made her feel distracted and she wanted to hold his hand again.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

When she was about to move bravely, she was interrupted by a voice of "Jia Guoye".

They both looked at the person who was talking.

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is a vigorous old man whom Jia Yourui didn't know.

Jia Guoye seemed to know him very well. He smiled and greeted him: "Uncle Mingzhang."

She followed politely and said: "Hello, Uncle Mingzhang."

"Hello."

The old man had a kind face and a kind tone: "Little Flower Bud, are you getting used to living in our village?"

Her generation has the character "You" in their names. When her parents named her, they saw that she was fair-skinned and the youngest daughter, so they gave her the character "Rui" which means flower bud. And because she was beautiful, she was called Little Flower Bud since she was a child.

Jia Yourui's face was slightly hot. She didn't expect to hear this nickname again after so many years.

She nodded: "I'm used to it, uncle."

"Why are you blushing? Are you shy?"

She was young, with a tender face, shy and pretty, and the elders teased her like a child.

Jia Yourui looked at Jia Guoye helplessly.

Jia Guoye smiled and gave her a soothing look.

"Uncle, she is shy, please don't tease her."