Chapter 128 Object
Song Lubai returned to Shicheng from the Second Branch Farm at 5 p.m.
She was lucky enough not to need the knife that Li Guangming gave her for self-defense.
After asking around at the transportation department, I finally found a truck that delivers goods to the sixth branch farm.
This wasn't the bus she'd taken yesterday. Without Director Wang in front of her, she discreetly gave the driver three cents for the fare.
Director Wang told her about this price yesterday. He said that if she couldn't get on yesterday's bus, she should just ask about the bus and secretly give the driver three cents.
Drivers are in high demand these days; besides their regular salary, they can earn a lot of extra money.
Song Lubai calculated that this trip cost her a little over a dollar, including food, accommodation, and transportation. She felt a bit heartbroken, as she only received ten dollars a month and had wasted more than a dollar on Lin Jinyao in the past two days.
She should have kept some of the money Lin Shuhong gave her.
But it's okay, thanks to Liu Mei's reminder, she remembered where Liu Mei hid all her good stuff.
Those good things were a blessing bestowed upon Lin Jinyao by God.
When she goes back to her hometown next time, she will definitely go to the countryside to dig those things out.
Thinking about it that way, she wasn't so heartbroken about the one dollar.
It was only a little past eight o'clock when we got back to the Sixth Division Headquarters.
The sky was a clear, bright blue, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows.
When Song Lubai arrived at the entrance of the Armed Forces Department, she looked up and met Wei Yang's eyes, who was standing on the wall setting up a scaffold.
She nodded politely to him, but her eyes were filled with indifference.
Wei Yang, who was trying to remain calm and composed, was stabbed.
Song Lubai entered the courtyard, pushed her bicycle out, paused for a moment, then turned back to the shed, looked up and asked, "Comrade Wei, I want to ask you something."
Wei Yang squatted down on the wall, lifted the hem of his clothes, and wiped the sweat from his face.
Song Lubai's gaze shifted from his dark, firm, blocky abdomen beneath his tossed-up clothes to his reddish-black face.
Wei Yang's heart pounded as he noticed her gaze, but he remained calm on the surface. "Go ahead," he said.
"You told me in the car before that you could use your connections to transfer my household registration back. If I want to go back, do you think it would be easy to do?"
Wei Yang's hand, which was gripping his clothes, stopped.
He gazed intently at Song Lubai: "Why do you suddenly want to go back? Is it because you can't stand the hardship of farm work? But you only need to work for a few months, and the work after that shouldn't be too strenuous."
Song Lubai shook her head.
No one can understand how she felt when she saw the characters from the book surrounding her again.
She thought that once she left her hometown, the "she" in the book was no longer her.
As it turned out, the same group of people came again.
Why did she have that dream?
Is it because of Chen Weiliang, or will he die?
What does that have to do with her? Chen Weiliang was just a stranger to her, someone she barely knew.
Song Lubai's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, so complex that Wei Yang couldn't understand them, but he could sense that she was troubled.
Why do you want to go back?
Have all the ambitions they had when they first came vanished?
Song Lubai shook her head, "I just want to know if it's still possible to transfer my household registration back."
Wei Yang replied truthfully, "It depends on whether your commercial department releases people or not, but under normal circumstances, I think it's very difficult."
Clinging to a sliver of hope, Song Lubai asked, "What about the abnormal situations?"
Wei Yang said, "Unless you have a serious illness or a disability, it will be easier."
“I don’t approve of falsification, Comrade Song. You should see things through to the end. If you encounter any problems, you can tell me.”
Song Lubai smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing, thank you, Comrade Wei."
She'll ask Director Wang again when he gets back.
As she turned to leave, she heard a "thump" behind her.
Turning around, she was surprised to see Wei Yang jump directly off the roof.
He jumped down from the roof, which was two or three meters high, with ease.
"I'll see you out."
Song Lubai, puzzled, pushed her bicycle to the door.
The two stopped at the door.
Wei Yang had been thinking about it for days and was still not satisfied. Everything had been fine before, so how did she suddenly get a boyfriend? No matter what, he had to find out the truth.
"Comrade Song, is it because you have a girlfriend that you want to move your household registration back?"
Song Lubai had no idea what direct connection there was between having a boyfriend and wanting to move her household registration back to her hometown.
A moment of confusion flashed across her face.
"A partner? I don't have a partner. When did I ever have a partner?"
At that moment, Wei Yang was overjoyed, his heart pounding like a drum.
He coughed lightly, his voice barely audible, as if afraid of waking him from this beautiful dream: "If you didn't have a girlfriend, why would you want to move your household registration back?"
Song Lubai looked at him with confusion and asked, "Comrade Wei, please tell me, what is the connection between having a partner and changing your household registration? And where did you hear that I have a partner?"
Song Lubai now suspects who is gossiping behind her back, and her first suspect is Lu Shuangshuang.
Wei Yang solemnly fabricated a lie: "If your family has arranged a marriage for you back in your hometown, and you want to go back to get married, you will transfer your household registration back there."
He couldn't bring himself to say that holding hands could lead to pregnancy.
This lie, though a bit far-fetched, isn't impossible.
Song Lubai reluctantly agreed.
She shook her head and said, "I won't make any major decisions for a strange man, nor will I blindly marry someone just because my family tells me to. Goodbye, Comrade Wei, I have to get back to my unit right away."
Song Lubai had already hopped on her bicycle, while Wei Yang was still immersed in joy.
As soon as the bicycle started moving, Wei Yang hurriedly caught up with it: "I'll take you back. By the time you get to the company, it will be almost dark, and it's not safe for you to be alone."
The 25th Company was the farthest from the headquarters. The road was difficult to travel; it took almost an hour to drive there by tractor and about an hour and a half by bicycle.
Song Lubai hesitated.
Although she had ridden in a tractor many times between the 25th Company and the farm headquarters and could barely remember the way, it was indeed not safe for her to be alone. If she took the wrong turn on the road and had not returned to the company by dark, it would be very unsafe in the desolate Gobi Desert.
"If you take me there, how will you get back at night?"
Full of energy, feeling like the sky was bluer and he had come back to life, Wei Yang said with shining dark eyes, "I'll go back first thing tomorrow morning."
Before Song Lubai could speak, Wei Yang turned around and pushed the bicycle out of the yard.
The two rode side by side on the main road.
Before they even left the area, a tractor came up nearby, chugging along.
A man in the truck bed called out, "Comrade Wei, Comrade Song, where are you going? We can give you a ride."
Song Lubai looked at the man talking in the truck bed. Although he looked somewhat familiar, she was certain she didn't recognize him.
Wei Yang whispered to her, "This is Zhang Changchang's son, Zhang Jian, the company commander of the mechanized farming company. He was in the team when the leaders came down to inspect before."
Wei Yang's reminder made Song Lubai realize that there was indeed such a person in the group that day.
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