Yan Ziyuan stayed in Shanhe Village until the third year of junior high school.

After lunch on the third day of the junior high school, I left.

Before leaving, he kept pestering Song Fuyu and finally got the answer from her about how she wanted the yard to be decorated.

The yard has been approved long ago, and we can start repairing it once the weather gets a little warmer.

If it wasn't because it was built by the army and he was afraid of the bad influence, he would have wanted to tear it all down and rebuild it. It was so dilapidated, no wonder no one wanted it.

After Yan Ziyuan left, Song Fuyu continued to live a hibernating life.

Every day I either draw or go into the space to make clothes. Occasionally I also take time to do yoga and some stretching exercises.

She felt that if she followed the growth trajectory of the past few months, she might be able to grow a few centimeters taller. If she could reach the height of her previous life, that would be great. She still had seven centimeters to work on.

It is not completely impossible to repair the body with the help of spiritual spring water.

That day, Wang Menghan and Xia Lan came to visit her and brought her news about the Youth League Home.

"Let me tell you, I heard from Sister Pan Yu yesterday that Ye Zhiqing and Xiao Zhiqing are going to the city to take the train home tomorrow."

"Why don't they go back before the New Year? The New Year is over, so they can only go back to celebrate the Lantern Festival."

"They are not going back to celebrate the Lantern Festival, but to get engaged."

"Isn't that nice?"

"It's obvious that Xiao Jun has feelings for Ye Feixue, and Ye Feixue doesn't usually refuse."

She did not forget that when they were on the ox cart, Ye Feixue took the initiative to talk to Yan Ziyuan when Xiao Jun was not around, but he was very cold.

And according to Jin Kai, Ye Feixue often talked to him, but he avoided her most of the time and did not meet her alone.

"That's true, but the boys' dormitory said that they went back this time mainly to ask their families for money to build houses in the village."

"Squeak~"

Song Fuyu wanted to laugh.

It’s really not easy. I didn’t get the money by writing, and now I’m going to go home and ask for it in person. I don’t know what the result will be.

She felt that if the villager Ye Feixue had not looked down on him, and if the conditions of the male educated youth except Jin Kai were not so good, she might not have had to settle for second best and choose Xiao Jun in the end.

After all, looking at how the two of them get along, it's Xiao Jun who is completely enthusiastic, while Ye Feixue sometimes wants to refuse and sometimes draws a line.

It’s really hard to describe the attitude.

"Do you think they can do it?"

"Ye Feixue's family didn't respond to my previous letter. If I don't get the money, then... "

The three of them were having a heated discussion. Song Fuyu didn't say anything later and just listened to them quietly.

Fortunately, she moved out, otherwise there would be no secrets at all if we all lived together.

If something happens, everyone will know it soon, unless they try their best not to say it out loud.

But not everyone can keep secrets in their hearts. When they feel upset, they will inevitably find someone to complain to.

The next day, Ye Feixue and Xiao Jun, each carrying a luggage bag, went to the bus station in the town.

The Lantern Festival was over, but they didn't come back. It wasn't until the 20th day of the first lunar month that I learned from Wang Menghan that they had returned.

But the two seemed to have fallen out. When they returned to the Youth League Home, their expressions were obviously not right, and the atmosphere between them was a bit strange.

Normally when he had nothing to do, Xiao Jun would often look for Ye Feixue to chat, but after coming back this time, he never looked for her once, and the two of them didn't say a word to each other.

In the past, Xiao Jun often fetched water for Ye Feixue, but now he doesn't do that anymore. Ye Feixue and Mo Juan go to the well to fetch water together.

"In my opinion, they didn't succeed."

"It definitely didn't work. If it did, Ye Feixue would have made the house-building matter known to everyone."

Xia Lan couldn't help but say.

"Not really. Isn't she usually very low-key?"

"That's because you usually focus on food, and you don't care much about other things."

"Do you remember that Ye Feixue tore off a piece of floral fabric?"

"I remember she asked someone to make a skirt for her. She wore it and asked me if it looked good on me."

"I praised it for being pretty, but I wanted to ask, is it really not cold to wear it in this weather?"

"Ha ha."

After Wang Menghan finished speaking, everyone on the kang laughed.

"When she finished, she kept pulling me aside to talk about how hard it was to buy the fabric, how much it cost, how much it cost to find someone to make it, and asked me if I had a skirt. She said a lot of things."

"You were showing off in your words, and you even had to drag me in for comparison. After that, you even told me not to mind it. I was speechless."

Xia Lan actually speaks very little normally. This should be the most she has said since Song Fuyu met her.

Song Fuyu thought that she might have been extremely disgusted at that time.

It makes a person who is originally very gentle to complain without any scruples at this moment.

"Ah, now that you mention it, I remember it."

"She had a shortbread before and ate it next to me. She described the taste while eating, which really made me greedy. But I was too embarrassed to ask her for some to try. Now I think about it and I feel a little regretful. That shortbread must have been delicious."

“Haha, that’s so funny.”

Wang Menghan is really a foodie, and her focus is always on food.

Other things seemed to not exist in her mind.

But it’s better this way. Apart from the food that can make her greedy, other bad things can’t affect her.

..........

The day after Yan Ziyuan returned to the army after spending the New Year in Shanhe Village, he was assigned to a mission.

Song Fuyu had been waiting for his letter, but when the village resumed farm work on March 1st, Song Fuyu had not received any letter from him.

She did receive it once from her godfather, who also sent her two hundred yuan.

He said it was fifty yuan for living expenses, and the other one hundred and fifty yuan was for her to buy a bicycle. The ticket was put in the letter, and she was told to buy one when the weather got warmer.

A bicycle ticket. When she went to the black market before, the other party got her one.

But the weather in Qin City is too cold, and I don’t go to the town very often, so I kept it in the space.

I didn’t see any bicycles at the supply and marketing cooperative in town when I went there before. If I want to buy one, I guess I’ll have to go to the county.

However, a bicycle is not a necessity in her life at the moment, so she will wait until she needs it later.

Song Fuyu's birthday was on April 1st, which happened to be the day when the educated youth had their holiday.

Tong Youyou went into the kitchen early in the morning to make a cake for Song Fuyu. She even called Jin Kai to help her beat the cream.

She had never eaten cream cake before. It was during the winter when Song Fuyu suddenly had an idea and took her to the kitchen to tinker with it.

After eating it once, she fell in love with the taste.

After practicing a few more times, I am now able to do it with ease.

She remembered Sister Fu Yu saying that she used to eat cream cake only on her birthday.

Today is her birthday, so Tong Youyou thought of making her a cream cake, continuing her previous birthday celebration habits.

"Sister Fu Yu, please go out first. Jin Zhiqing and I can handle it."

"Today you are the birthday boy, you have the right to rest."

"Haha, okay, thank you both for your hard work."

Since he didn't have to work anymore, Song Fuyu went back to his room.

I don’t know what happened to Yan Ziyuan.

He had promised to come and celebrate her birthday with her, but it's been more than three months and he hasn't even sent her a letter.

Did he forget?