Chapter 126 Bullying Him Until He Cries
Ling Huanwu tilted her head and stared straight at him.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiuzhen blushed again and lowered his head uncomfortably, pretending to casually peek out from beside the spring and admire his reflection in the water.
Ling Huanwu suppressed a laugh, and suddenly an idea popped into her head.
Thinking about how Zhou Jiuzhen retained the stubbornness of an 18-year-old hothead after losing his memory.
She glanced at his serious profile, then suddenly pulled out a dried wild hawthorn berry that she had kept in her pocket for three days and stuffed one into his mouth.
"Is it sour?" Her eyes sparkled.
Zhou Jiuzhen's brows furrowed instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered two words stiffly: "Not sour."
But the tip of her nose was already red, and her eyelashes were glistening with moisture.
He forgot that he had been afraid of sour things since he was a child, but he was stubborn as an iron plate.
Ling Huanwu tried hard to suppress her laughter, then handed him another one, deliberately bringing it close to his mouth, and lied as she spoke: "Want to try some more? I picked these from three mountains back in Stone Village, they're more precious than the saccharin water from the supply and marketing cooperative."
He stiffened his neck and opened his mouth, a sour feeling shooting straight to the top of his head. Tears "plop" fell into her bucket of spiritual spring water, mingling with the water and creating a faint golden glow.
But he stubbornly insisted, "It was the wind, the wind blew it."
Ling Huanwu quickly reached out to wipe his face, her fingertips slightly damp, her shoulders trembling as she tried to suppress her laughter, "Yes, yes, the wind was too strong, it turned our Commander Zhou into a little crybaby."
Zhou Jiuzhen's ears turned bright red. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, but then remembered his military bearing and froze in mid-air. Finally, he said in a muffled voice, "Just this once."
He stood up, looked up at the sky for a moment, then silently squatted back down by the spirit spring, his eyes wet as he stared at Ling Huanwu with a hint of barely perceptible expectation, "Or, I can cry some more..."
Ling Huanwu reached out and touched his face, her heart melting.
How could she bear to make such a wonderful Zhou Shiba cry?
She picked up the spiritual spring water mixed with Zhou Jiuzhen's tears, hurriedly left behind the words "Don't cry," and then disappeared again from Zhou Jiuzhen's body, leaving the space.
Zhou Jiuzhen was confused and watched her disappear, feeling a sense of panic as if he had been truly abandoned.
Could it be that his Comrade Ling really ascended and disappeared like a fairy from Wantan Island?
Zhou Jiuzhen could no longer hold back and sat down by the spiritual spring pool, bursting into tears.
As he cried, a torrential downpour began in the entire idyllic paradise.
Zhou Jiuzhen ran crying to the base of a large tree.
Exhausted from crying, he leaned against a tree trunk and fell asleep without realizing it.
On the mudflats outside the space.
Ling Huanwu carried the spiritual spring water, mixed with the tears of a tough man's tenderness, and watered a field of clams.
The clams were blowing bubbles as their mouths opened and closed, and in the blink of an eye, they grew bigger and bigger.
Ling Huanwu was so excited she almost cried, eager to share the good news with Zhou Jiuzhen immediately.
These clams on the mudflats can finally grow up and fetch a good price.
Instead of being dug up tomorrow morning and sold off cheaply.
But if Zhou Jiuzhen finds out that she deliberately made him cry just to ripen these clams, who knows how angry he'll get!
Ling Huanwu returned to her space with the empty bucket, feeling somewhat guilty.
Once she landed back in the real space, she realized that a torrential rain had fallen, and the entire space was wet.
Turning my head, I saw Zhou Jiuzhen curled up against a big tree, like a big child who had been abandoned.
Ling Huanwu stared at her like that, a soft spot in her heart completely collapsed, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
She recalled her mother-in-law telling her how she found him when he was only eight years old, and how he cried and said he wasn't looking for his little fiancée.
If Ling Huanwu knew who his little fiancée was, she would definitely give her a good scolding.
It was all because of her that Jiuzhen was separated from her family at a young age, and later she inexplicably couldn't remember things from her childhood.
Ling Huanwu sighed and looked around at the wet surroundings. It was such a pity to waste all those tears.
She sat down next to Zhou Jiuzhen.
The dappled shadows of the trees fell on his face.
His eyelashes are as long as small fans.
She tiptoed over and squatted down in front of him, remembering how he used to kiss her until she cried when he hadn't lost his memory.
He especially loved watching her cry beneath him.
Now, it's her turn to "bully" him.
She stretched out her fingertips and gently tickled the soles of his feet.
Zhou Jiuzhen grunted, frowned, and pulled his foot back, but didn't wake up.
Ling Huanwu grew a little bolder and poked his side again.
Zhou Jiuzhen suddenly opened his eyes, not yet able to react, a ticklish sensation shooting up his spine. He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, but tears welled up in his eyes first: "W-what are you doing..."
He tried to dodge, but she sat down on his lap.
Ling Huanwu deliberately tickled his waist harder, until he laughed until his whole body went limp and tears streamed down his face, landing right in the bucket of spiritual spring water at his feet.
"Stop, stop it..." His voice trembled, his ears turned bright red, but he couldn't muster any strength at all. Finally, he pleaded with a sob in his voice, "I was wrong... I'll be gentler in my dreams next time..."
Ling Huanwu stopped what she was doing, hardly believing her ears.
How dare this guy bully her in her dream?
Zhou Jiuzhen was still sobbing, his eyelashes wet and hanging down. Suddenly realizing he had let something slip, he quickly covered his mouth, feeling extremely ashamed.
Ling Huanwu leaned over and licked his tears that were about to fall. They tasted salty, and he froze instantly, his ears turning bright red: "You, you're being silly again!"
"I wasn't being silly, I was just teasing you to cry on purpose..."
She told him everything about how she had deliberately made him cry in order to ripen the clams.
She then directly confronted him about how she had pounced on him to expand the space.
Zhou Jiuzhen stared in disbelief, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.
"You mean I created this space?"
He looked around at the seemingly endless space, then glanced at the room behind him that was even bigger than their army's training ground, and was completely dumbfounded. "How hard did we have to work before to create such a large space? I thought we..."
Suddenly he realized what he had said, blushed, and quickly covered his mouth.
Ling Huanwu was also a little embarrassed and didn't even dare to look at him.
After all, he's only just turned eighteen, so saying this is practically like flirting with an innocent young man.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's hurry up and go find the villagers to collect clams!"
Zhou Jiuzhen licked his lips, still regretting why he had lost his memory and didn't remember so many sweet memories with Comrade Ling, when he was pulled out of the space by Ling Huanwu the next second.
At this moment, the mudflats were peaceful.
It was still dark.
The entire mudflat resembles a piece of velvet soaked in ink, with the sound of the tide being the only whisper.
A faint, pale white hue spreads across the distant sea horizon, like drops of water accidentally spilled onto rice paper, slowly spreading out.
The hunched figures of the beachcombers moving in the light and shadow became the most vivid stroke in this painting.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty and fishy smell, swept across the mudflats, coating the small crabs and seashells with a warm glow, and filling the air with the scent of sunshine and seawater.
The two knew that the people who came were the aunties from the farm.
Originally, a bumper clam harvest meant hiring a large number of people to collect the clams.
Last night, Qiao Hui discussed it with them. These clams are not mature yet and cannot be sold for a good price. The labor cost of hiring people is not enough to make money from selling the clams. Therefore, it was decided to open the village to all the villagers of Stone Village to pick them freely.
Meanwhile, at the other dock, Ma, the guard, led a group of people toward the mudflats, intending to mock and watch the villagers' miserable state after raising fish for more than half a year and ending up with nothing.
They faced two groups of people with different expressions approaching from different directions.
Zhou Jiuzhen picked up the plump clam from the ground in just a few hours, and his pupils trembled several times.
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