Chapter 125 I am a "Clam Spirit"
Zhou Jiuzhen stood on the romantic moonlit mudflat, his outfit making it look like he had wrapped himself in the most eye-catching pieces of cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative's shelves.
He wore a white shirt with the collar buttoned up tightly, but over it he wore a maroon corduroy vest with a brand new, shiny red badge pinned to it.
She wore a pair of royal blue khaki pants, with the cuffs rolled up twice to reveal the faded edges of her thermal underwear underneath.
However, a bright yellow canvas belt was tied around his waist with an exaggerated bow.
Even more striking were her footwear: she wore a pair of gleaming black leather shoes, the heels still covered in mud, while her socks were brand new, bright green nylon stockings.
She deliberately pulled the socks up above her ankles, as if afraid others wouldn't see them.
Her hair was coated with some kind of hair oil, combed smooth and plastered to her scalp, with a deliberately permed tuft of hair left in front of her forehead, which was blown to one side by the wind, making her look like she was wearing a wilted sycamore leaf.
The sea breeze blows.
The hem of the vest billowed in the wind, paired with royal blue pants and green socks, making him look like a 1990s Hong Kong Christmas tree dressed up in the wrong clothes.
If the big yellow dog in her villa had seen him like that, it would probably have chased him and barked wildly for blocks.
When Zhou Jiuzhen saw Ling Huanwu coming over, he suddenly pulled out a bunch of Putuo daffodils from behind his back, looking at her with bright eyes.
"Huanwu, may I call you that?"
The daffodils were pure white and delicate, which made his bronze and rosy complexion stand out even more, and also made his outfit seem even more mismatched.
Ling Huanwu could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.
Zhou Jiuzhen's face turned even redder, and he became increasingly flustered holding the flowers. "So... what did I call you when we were dating?"
"Oh, so you wanted to cut ties with your ex-partner, that capitalist? Why don't you want to now?"
Ling Huanwu rubbed her aching belly from laughing, took a step forward and leaned closer to him, her eyebrows arched as she looked into his eyes, "You used to call me... baby, do you dare to call me that now?"
She smiled and emphasized the word "baby," which left Zhou Jiuzhen stunned and his bones melting.
"Am I, at twenty-three, really that good at lying to young girls?"
Zhou Jiuzhen felt a little jealous. How could he be inferior to the 23-year-old? "However, I also have my own way of calling him, and I can call him even better than him!"
He spoke with absolute certainty, and Ling Huanwu's eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she listened, eagerly anticipating what sweet nickname he would use.
Hearing Zhou Jiuzhen call her "Tiedan'er" almost sent her away.
Seeing Ling Huanwu's lips gradually droop, Zhou Jiuzhen panicked a little and tentatively said, "Is that called 'noodle dumpling'? Calling you 'noodle dumpling' is so affectionate, it means you're my precious little dumpling..."
Ling Huanwu pressed her lips together repeatedly, her lips twitching.
"Then... then if you're not satisfied, how about calling me 'Firewood Girl'? If that's still not enough, how about 'Pumpkin Flower'? It means I like you..."
Zhou Jiuzhen called out several affectionate nicknames in a row, but seeing Ling Huanwu looking utterly hopeless, he froze, his palms sweating with panic, and with his eyes closed, he uttered three words that seemed to seep from his very bones with shame, "Then... then can I call you 'Big Baby'?"
Ling Huanwu was completely flustered and quickly interrupted him, "Alright, alright, big baby, let's not talk about this anymore, let's get down to business!"
She took the flowers from his hand and eagerly took his hand, leading him forward.
Zhou Jiuzhen looked embarrassed and glanced around. "Besides the farm's office, we have nowhere else to go around here!"
"Why don't we find a safe place to go?"
"No, no, I'm not that kind of person. You have to tell me, who exactly is this person you have your heart set on? If you don't like me and are just after a taste of sex, I won't agree!"
"Fine, it's okay if you don't like me, you can even just lust after my body, but could you please put me first in your shortlist..."
Ling Huanwu's head was buzzing from his noise, and she couldn't understand what he was thinking.
It's hard to imagine how Zhou Jiuzhen, who was so talkative at eighteen, evolved into the gourd-like person he is today.
Zhou Jiuzhen had no idea that Ling Huanwu had already guessed a hundred reasons that could cause a man's temperament to change drastically.
He was still cautiously observing Ling Huanwu's expression, chattering on and on about planning their future, even coming up with names for their children.
"I think I'm definitely better and more caring than your sweetheart. Our future children will definitely be good-looking; the boy will be a good marksman, and the girl will be a good dancer..."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips never left his mouth, until he looked up and realized that the world before him had undergone a complete transformation.
The mudflats under the moon, which were originally full of salty smells, have been transformed in the blink of an eye into a paradise with flowing streams and green mountains.
Zhou Jiuzhen was in a daze, his mind filled with questions like "Who am I?" and "Where am I?"
These days he didn't even dare to ask Ling Huanwu where this unfamiliar fairyland or demon realm was.
He was afraid that if he asked, Ling Huanwu would turn into a fairy or a demon and disappear completely from his sight.
Ling Huanwu didn't give him time to continue his wild thoughts. She pulled him to the gurgling spring and started unbuttoning her shirt.
As Zhou Jiuzhen watched the buttons pop open one by one, he instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp, his face turning from neck to the roots of his ears. "I...aren't we moving too fast..."
The next second, Ling Huanwu took off her shirt and found a prop shaped like a clam shell from somewhere. She lay inside the clam shell like a lump of clam meat, pleading with him for help, "Jiuzhen, I am a skinny young clam, I am about to die. Can the water from that pool of spiritual spring water save me and help me grow up and get fat?"
Zhou Jiuzhen's eyes widened like copper bells, and he froze on the spot, thinking he was hallucinating.
"You... are a clam? Then what am I? A male clam?"
Ling Huanwu was speechless for a moment, extremely anxious.
She had already secretly used the spiritual spring water to water the clam.
It was discovered that the spring water had no effect on seafood.
Considering that Zhou Jiuzhen's thoughts could control the climate in the space, this bold conjecture came about.
Perhaps Zhou Jiuzhen's ideas can change the properties of the spiritual spring water, allowing it to gradually upgrade and save these half-cooked clams.
So she quickly coaxed him again, "Jiuzhen, I'm actually a clam spirit, I'm dying, please give me water to save me..."
At this, Zhou Jiuzhen seemed to have been struck by lightning, and tears instantly streamed down his face.
He quickly squatted down beside the spiritual spring, cupped his hands together, and sprinkled the water drop by drop onto Ling Huanwu.
As Ling Huanwu watched the little clam she had secretly hidden in her hand grow rapidly, she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.
She instantly recovered and discarded the seashell props she was carrying. She took a pool of spiritual spring water out of the space and went to irrigate the clam fields on the mudflats, leaving the bewildered Zhou Jiuzhen in the space.
Half an hour later, Ling Huanwu returned dejectedly after finding that the clam had not changed at all. She couldn't understand why the spiritual spring water, which had clearly been effective on the clam, had stopped working so quickly.
She glanced at Zhou Jiuzhen, who was lying in the space looking hesitant and with dried tear stains on his face, and her eyes lit up as she understood the key to the matter.
The spiritual spring water must have been mixed with Zhou Jiuzhen's salty tears.
Ling Huanwu chuckled and slowly approached Zhou Jiuzhen.
Now, she has to figure out a way to make this week eighteen cry.
The more tears the better...
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