Chapter 124 Habit Becomes Nature
Fu Yining stayed in this quiet (referring to the environment) yet lively (referring to the people) little village for a week. The night before she was about to leave, she was reluctant to leave and hid under the covers, secretly feeling sad.
She thought she spoke quietly, but the person lying next to her heard it clearly.
Yu Zhili heard sighs one after another. He stared at the dark ceiling for a long time and finally turned over.
"Ningning?"
"Hmm?"
"How about I go back first, how many days will you stay here?"
"No, thanks."
Fu Yining sighed again.
Yu Zhili hesitated as he wanted to comfort her, but finally placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"We can always come back sometime, don't cry."
"Yeah...but I didn't cry, I was just a little sad."
Really? So those voices he just heard were fake?
Yu Zhili did not expose it.
"Go to sleep."
"good."
Fu Yining touched the corner of his eyes, then wrapped himself in the quilt and closed his eyes.
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On the day of their departure, Yu's parents stuffed their car with a lot of local specialties, some of which were their own and some were given by fellow villagers. In short, they didn't want them to go back empty-handed.
"Dad, Mom, don't send me off. Go back!"
Leaning on the car window, Fu Yining waved to the two people outside.
Lin Yulan and Yu Qinghong were reluctant to leave, but they still told them, "Be careful when you drive, and be safe on the way back!"
"Know!"
"Drive, and tell us in advance next time you come!"
"We will!"
Dahuang, who was standing nearby, saw the car start to move slowly, and then he wagged his tail at them and barked.
"Da Huang, let's go!"
"Woof!"
Kind people who give it ham sausage to eat, please come and play again next time!
Watching Yu's parents and the small village behind them getting smaller and smaller until they were blurred, Fu Yining's eyes turned red and his nose felt sore.
“Gah!”
The duck that was tied tightly in the trunk made a hoarse cry, forcing Fu Yining to hold back her tears.
"It's so annoying!" she complained to the people around her.
Yu Zhili nodded: "Well, I'll stew it when I get home!"
“Ga ga ga!”
This duck was still screaming without knowing how to live or die. Fu Yining turned around and stared at it, regretting why she had said in front of Lin Yulan that she liked this duck.
Just because she said she liked it, Lin Yulan packed the duck on the spot and put it in the car for them to take back.
"Stop making noise!"
“Ga ga ga!”
"I'll stew you if you make any more noise!"
“Ga ga ga!”
Fu Yining: “…”
Give her a pen and she'll write a hundred ways to eat duck!
Yu Zhili was driving while listening to the "bustle" around him.
This was the scene he had been waiting for for a long time, and it was as beautiful as he had imagined.
A little late, but not too late.
Just as he was thinking, Yu Zhili suddenly felt a chill on his lips. He lowered his eyes to look at it, then opened his mouth and took the round thing into it.
"I almost forgot. Mom washed some grapes for us to eat on the road. How do you think they taste? Are they sweet?"
Yu Zhili nodded.
"sweet."
So Fu Yining picked up a big, round grape with confidence, bit into the flesh and let the juice flow into her mouth, and her face wrinkled instantly.
Is this sweet?
“Is there something wrong with your tongue?”
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhili tasted it carefully again and said, "It's sweet."
So the way she holds it is wrong?
Fu Yining swallowed the sour taste in his mouth and lowered his head to pick it up again.
Mm, this one is sweet.
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After the return of the master and mistress, everyone in the Yu family became busy.
The luggage and specialties in their car were taken out, and the duck quacked very loudly.
Fu Yining thought about it and let it stay with the two remaining hens in the yard.
“Ga ga ga!”
The snow-white duck broke free from the restraints, raised its head high, spread its wide wings and flapped them, and a few messy feathers fell to the ground.
Two hens squatted on the carefully woven straw nest, staring blankly at the new resident.
The maid standing nearby exclaimed: "Madam, this duck you brought back is so beautiful!"
"Is it?"
Fu Yining wanted to keep it first, and even had someone prepare a large, colorful water basin for it.
The house became lively again. Song Qingyu came back a little late, and the first thing she did was to give the gift she had promised.
"Mom, this is a gift Yuanyuan and I prepared for you!"
"flat?"
"It's not the tablet, it's what's inside that's important." Song Qingyu nodded, "It's a very interesting video. I suggest you watch it with your dad."
"Why?"
"You'll know it when you see it. The password is eight '8's."
What videos should be watched by two people?
It can't be something weird, right?
Fu Yining patted the goose bumps on his arms and took the tablet from her hand.
"Got it. I'll take a look."
"Um!"
Song Qingyu was really looking forward to her reaction after seeing it.
In the afternoon, after a busy day, Yu Mingze returned home from the company. The first time he saw Fu Yining, he said sadly: "Mom, you and my dad finally decided to come back?"
Fu Yining looked at the red hair on his head in surprise.
"Why did you really dye it?"
"Doesn't it look good?" Yu Mingze touched his own red hair, obviously very satisfied.
Fu Yining curled the corners of his mouth and didn't say it looked good nor did he say it looked bad.
"Mom, how are my grandpa and grandma doing?"
"All good."
"Well, they must miss me too. I will go back to see them next time! By the way, Mom, you know what, I..."
Yu Mingze kept chattering away, but Fu Yining ignored him and didn't listen seriously at all.
She was thinking that if that was true, Yu Mingze's hair should be of a different color.
How about green?
Bright, lively, full of life...
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As the night deepened, a bar called "Juesese" became bustling with activity.
Zheng Anran asked Qin Lang out, and also asked her little sisters to come along.
Otherwise they would accuse her of only caring about playing with men and not cherishing their friendship.
Qin Lang hadn't arrived yet. Zheng Anran shook the wine glass in his hand and felt a little bored.
"Sisters, can you help me see what brand of clothes this woman is wearing?"
The person who was speaking was Jiang Yingying. She liked to post selfies, dancing videos and the like online, so she was now considered an internet celebrity.
When taking photos, Jiang Yingying would carefully choose the angles and pretend to casually reveal the brand-name bags and expensive jewelry beside and behind her to show off her superior family background.
As expected, he received the envy and admiration of a large number of fans.
In order to maintain her vanity, Jiang Yingying also began to share her collection on her own account, but people said that she had a conflict with another blogger next door named "Sister Xiaoyu".
Then a bunch of fans came out and said that their shooting style and content were very similar, and they suspected it was plagiarism.
How can we tolerate this?
Jiang Yingying admitted that she watched other people's videos when she first learned how to shoot, but is she plagiarizing?
She doesn't admit it!