"You know I don't know many words, so I picked four words I know! What do you think?" Mei Ya let Zhong Mingwei put the cape on her and watched the two big hands tie the belt for her. The smile on her face became even more intense, "Hehe, anyway, you are the best. No one can compare to you."
"Silly," Zhong Mingwei looked at the smiling face and smiled too. He pointed at the small dimple and took Meiya's hand and said, "Come on. Let's go in and take a look."
"Hey!" Mei Ya agreed crisply, and then held Zhong Mingwei's arm. Zhong Mingwei walked slowly and steadily. Although he was still limping, it was obvious that he no longer wanted to lean on Mei Ya.
"Zhong Mingwei, you are really fine now," Mei Ya was very satisfied with Zhong Mingwei's recovery. "Do you remember how hard it was for you to walk? At that time, I tied us together with a hemp rope. I held you like that, but you always fell down. You also made me fall down many times! My body was almost broken!"
"You didn't complain like you do now," Zhong Mingwei looked down at Meiya. He smiled and held Meiya's hand, "I remember you always patted your chest and said that you were strong and not afraid of falling. What's the matter? Are you changing your mind now? Are you not happy?"
"No way! You are just wronging me!" Mei Ya grumbled and glared at Zhong Mingwei, saying aggrievedly, "I finally understand. Now that you are able to walk well and don't need my support anymore, you are busy slandering me. Humph! Who are you?"
"Who is it?" Zhong Mingwei was amused by her appearance and laughed, "Who do you think I am?"
"You are..." Mei Ya said while looking around. After making sure that Pang Yi was far away from them, she boldly said to Zhong Mingwei with a red face, "You are my man."
Zhong Mingwei was stunned. He really didn't expect Mei Ya to say such words. Mei Ya must be thin-skinned. Usually, whenever he said something excessive, she would blush to the roots of her neck. At this time, looking at Mei Ya's red face, Zhong Mingwei had a calm face, but his heart was already in turmoil. He didn't say anything, but just reached out and rubbed Mei Ya's white face.
"Why is it called Nanshan Villa?" Mei Ya felt embarrassed by Zhong Mingwei's rubbing. As she escaped from the man's hands, she asked casually, "Is it because this place is at the foot of Nanshan Mountain?"
"Yes." Zhong Mingwei nodded.
"Then you are quite casual." Meiya said.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the smoke from the distant cooking fires, then looked at the bright and beautiful girl beside him, and curled his lips bitterly.
Actually, it’s not like that.
He used to be dismissive of the peaceful and tranquil life that Tao Yuanming lived while planting beans at the foot of the Southern Mountain. In his view, the so-called return to the countryside by scholars was nothing more than a helpless destination when one's official career was not going well, but it was embellished by poetry and prose. Those literati did not have the ability to manage their families, govern the country, or bring peace to the world, but they were good at writing sour poems. However, after meeting this beautiful sprout, he suddenly realized that there really was a Peach Blossom Spring in this world, right beside him and in his heart. It was so clean and pure, so tranquil and distant, like a good dream.
But, if it’s a dream, there will always be a time to wake up.
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"Zhong Mingwei, is this yard really all ours?" Ever since she entered the gate, Mei Ya's eyes had been wide open, and her mouth was wide open in shock. She knew it was too embarrassing, but she couldn't help it. She had never seen such a beautiful and large house, and this house actually belonged to her and Zhong Mingwei. Mei Ya felt dizzy and was stunned by the sudden surprise. She shook Zhong Mingwei's arm a little pitifully, "Zhong Mingwei, why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"
Zhong Mingwei smiled bitterly, holding Meiya's hand and said, "Yes, they are all yours."
"I don't believe others, but you have to tell me," Meiya blinked happily, turning her head left and right from time to time. Her eyes were almost overwhelmed. She looked left and right, and then her eyes were fixed on a large open space under the pavilion. Suddenly, Meiya pulled Zhong Mingwei's hand and said excitedly, "Zhong Mingwei, can we set up a swing there? I think the place is big enough, and any size of swing can be put there!"
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