Pink Peach
As the elderly couple drew closer, Wang Shuitao couldn't help but feel nervous.
She still remembered Meng Songying's reaction that day, and understood that the two old people were not people to be seen in public; at least, their acquaintance with Meng Songying could not be exposed to others.
Ignoring the fact that they were in public, Wang Shuitao tugged at Meng Songying's arm and tried to push him back.
I tried to pull it, but it wouldn't budge.
Meng Songying remained calm, seemingly unaware of the force on her arm. She turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something there?"
As he spoke, he dusted off his clothes.
The elderly couple slowly made their way to the factory gate. Wang Shuitao unconsciously held her breath until the two of them walked into the factory as if they hadn't seen Meng Songying at all.
"call!"
Wang Shuitao breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard herself exhale so loudly that she quickly covered her heaving chest.
Try to make your breathing quieter.
After she arrived at the sugar factory, she ran around a lot and ate a lot. Not only did she grow taller, but her complexion also improved a lot. Sister Li and Sister Zhao Juan often praised her for this.
It's basically just that your face has a pinkish hue even without applying blush.
She gradually developed the curves of a young girl.
Meng Songying could sense Taozi's tension after seeing her biological parents, and kept a close eye on her every move.
Caught off guard, I could only turn around stiffly, like a machine without oil.
I was facing two pairs of gossipy eyes.
Two men's heads were squeezed into the small doorman's window, and soon, a third head appeared.
It was Qian Guang, the man who stopped Zhao Shitou on the night of the thief-catching incident.
Upon seeing Wang Shuitao, he excitedly ran out, and the other two couldn't stop him.
They watched helplessly as Qian Guang, that little fool, darted over and stood next to Wang Shuitao.
It was positioned exactly where Engineer Meng had moved aside half a minute earlier.
The two were certain that there was a dangerous glint in Meng Gong's eyes, so they slowly lowered their upper bodies.
Then, in perfect unison, they rolled to the door, which was closed, slammed shut by that kid Qian Guang.
They each stuck one ear to the door.
Even if we can't watch anymore, listening is still good.
One person uses their left ear, the other their right, so they can chat secretly while facing each other. The only problem is that there are no sunflower seeds to eat while on duty.
That's such a pity.
Outside, Qian Guang was scratching his head and greeting Wang Shuitao.
"I'm so grateful to you for saving me last time, otherwise that dagger would have definitely slashed my face, and then it would have been hard to find a wife."
Meng Songying had already moved around to the other side of Wang Shuitao. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "You have a boyfriend now."
Qian Guang laughed and said, "No."
Meng Songying didn't want to laugh anymore.
Wang Shuitao chuckled twice, but she was more curious about how the two old people could enter the sugar factory so smoothly, knowing that the security department was not just there for show.
She was even watched when she first came with her letter of introduction.
As my gaze swept over the gatehouse, I saw that the sickly young man who walked incredibly slowly had also arrived.
Looking around.
He didn't see anyone in the gatehouse.
Wang Shuitao pointed in that direction.
"Is he going to come in?"
The two men beside her also looked over.
Qian Guang: "It seems so."
He then walked over.
Wang Shuitao looked at Meng Songying again, hesitated for a while, and then decided not to ask about the old couple.
She waved at him and said, "Then I'll be going now."
Qian Guang was questioning this unfamiliar man when he saw Wang Shuitao waving at him, so he could only regretfully wave back.
He also wanted to talk about what happened that night, and about his older siblings and his mother.
He had so much to say, but he was usually too shy to approach her.
I finally managed to run into him today, but I missed him so quickly.
The sickly young man in front of them was Zhang Pingkang, who said he was there to deliver something to his brother.
Qian Guang snapped out of his daze and remembered that Zhang Ping'an had indeed come to the gatehouse to talk about this an hour earlier, so he let Zhang Pingkang register and then go in.
He added, "If you're delivering something, you have to come out within an hour."
Zhang Pingkang said with a wry smile, "Brother, as you can see, I'm not in good health and can't walk fast. There's been a bit of trouble at home, and I'm waiting for my older brother to make a decision. An hour really isn't enough."
Qian Guang frowned, recalling the snail-like pace he had just moved, and extended the timeframe to two hours.
The factory gradually quieted down, and the roads were deserted. Zhang Pingkang immediately quickened his pace.
The two brothers originally planned to stay here until lunchtime, when Zhang Ping'an could take his younger brother to the cafeteria for a meal.
I had a chance encounter with Wang Shuitao.
Upon reaching the workshop entrance, Zhang Pingkang slowed his pace again.
When I saw my older brother, I noticed that he looked very annoyed.
Zhang Ping'an also saw his younger brother, waved him over, and said, "It's not going to work today. That woman Wang Shuitao went back to the village to find a cook."
Zhang Pingkang had taken leave to come, and he was unhappy because his wages would be docked: "What kind of cook can there be in the village? I always said that women from the countryside are ignorant."
Seeing his older brother glare at him, he reluctantly shut up.
In a flash, he thought of something, gestured between his eyebrows, and said, "Is Wang Shuitao this tall, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and pink lips, but not very fair-skinned?"
Zhang Ping'an raised an eyebrow: "What? You've already seen her? You looked quite closely. Well, I haven't treated you badly, have I? I've chosen a pretty and well-proportioned girl for you."
Zhang Pingkang recalled the woman standing with a man beside her. Although he didn't know her, he disdainfully commented, "A fickle woman."
Zhang Ping'an didn't take it seriously, only thinking that his younger brother probably saw Meng Songying and Wang Shuitao walking together.
He was too lazy to explain, knowing he would eventually convince his parents to get his younger brother to agree, and he didn't want to give his brother a meal for nothing, so he said, "Then you can go back first, there's nothing else to do today."
She even added thoughtfully, "You've always been in poor health. Go home and rest. Let Mom make you something nice to improve your complexion."
She knew the way home very well; it was still the Zhunu River. The more stories she heard about it, the more Wang Shuitao felt that it was more than just a river.
Rather, it is alive and divine.
It's just that humans can't communicate with Him.
She hadn't gotten any useful information from Mr. Zhang's previous visit; he had never been to Heilongjiang Province.
The furthest he's ever been is the provincial capital.
Wang Shuitao suddenly turned around, checked 360° to make sure there was no one around, and then squatted down by the river.
Her face was reflected in the still water.
She looks exactly the same as before.
Her slender fingers gently touched the center of her reflection's brow, and ripples spread out like waves on silk.
The water here is very fertile.
Wang Shuitao clenched her hands and held them in front of her chest:
I hope I can successfully find someone who can criticize provincial cuisine.
[...]
After making her wish, she suddenly felt embarrassed, stood up, and skipped away.
He ran a long way before stopping, panting heavily, and sat down on a large rock by the roadside.
She would always rest here for a while.
Wang Shuitao is not superstitious, but who hasn't gone to pray before the middle school or college entrance exams?
She still remembers her grandmother and maternal grandmother saying that such a big event shouldn't be worshipped at a large temple, because Buddha and the Three Pure Ones are busy with important matters of the world and can't attend to everything.
We need to go to the small temple in the village.
Those buildings were built with donations from the entire village, and they are believed to bless their children.
Moreover, having experienced such a miraculous event as time travel, Wang Shuitao's mind was filled with too many legends of the Pearl River, and in a moment of confusion, she did just that.
As she thought about it, her face, which had cooled down, started burning hot again.
Wang Shuitao patted her cheeks; she had rested enough and it was time for her to continue.
After returning to Wangjiazhuang, led by the brigade leader, we went straight to the educated youth compound.
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