"Auntie Tian, ​​you didn't play umbrella before, why are you playing umbrella like a little girl like me today?" Liang Qingqing heard the weird tone in Auntie Tian's words. She was not used to her. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned the umbrella back to avoid any shadow. Humph

, she was kind enough to play umbrella for Auntie Tian, ​​but she was ridiculed. Who can tolerate it? Moreover, Liang Qingqing has never been a person who would put herself in a difficult position.

"Hey, how can you talk to your elders like that?" Auntie Tian saw that everyone around her was covering their mouths to hide their laughter, and she felt embarrassed. She couldn't help but raise her voice and put on the airs of an elder to Liang Qingqing.

Seeing that Auntie Tian was getting more and more aggressive, Liang Qingqing sneered: "Elder?

How can you say I am an elder? According to the village genealogy, I am one generation older than your husband, so you have to call me aunt!" Auntie Tian was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time. At the same time, she began to search in her mind whether the so-called genealogy was what Liang Qingqing said. But she was a woman who married into the village from another village, so how could she remember everything?

"How do you talk to your aunt? When I return to the village later, I will ask your husband how he disciplined his wife." Liang Qingqing fanned herself with a hand-made fan, and did not forget to sneer in the tone of Auntie Tian.

Although she didn't want to admit it, it was the most effective way to pressure people with the woman's husband these days.

Sure enough, the next second Aunt Tian forced a smile and said wryly: "Hey, aunt, I was just joking with you. Don't take it too seriously."

After she finished speaking, seeing that Liang Qingqing was unmoved and still had an expressionless look, Aunt Tian made up her mind and gritted her teeth to take out a cake from the bag she was carrying: "This is the corn cake I made this morning. Aunt, would you like to try one?" Before Liang Qingqing could

say anything, there was a corn cake in her hand. It was probably steamed with coarse grains. The color was not a very bright yellow, but it looked clean. She came out in a hurry and didn't bring much food. This was more or less enough to satisfy her. She could take it as a gift from Aunt Tian for her "stingy mouth".

As for whether she was Auntie Tian's aunt, how could she know? She just made it up! The village was so small, and most of the families could be called relatives in some way. Who could really care about the truth?

"Okay, don't joke with me anymore."

Auntie Tian had no choice but to agree. She reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. Seeing that Liang Qingqing was not the kind of girl who was easy to fool, she quickly made an excuse that she was dizzy and needed a breeze to sober up, and sat outside.

Others watched the whole process, and then remembered Liang Qingqing's reputation in the surrounding area. Even if the seat next to her was a rare good seat, they were unwilling to sit next to her.

Liang Qingqing was happy to be relaxed. She held an umbrella and looked around curiously. This was her first time riding a tractor. Although it was not as good as various luxury cars, it was also a different experience.

"The car is starting, sit tight in the back."

"Okay."

With the response, the tractor made a harsh sound of the engine and set off on the road to the county town.

It takes more than an hour to take a tractor from Daping Village to Fujin County. As soon as the morning passed, the heat wave rolled in. Liang Qingqing felt drowsy even with an umbrella. The heat was a bit unbearable.

Liang Qingqing huddled in a corner, his head was dizzy, and his chest was stuffy, as if he was pressed by a huge rock. He could only tilt his head to look at the tall trees that occasionally passed by the roadside. The green trees could at least cool his eyes.

In fact, she didn't have a problem with motion sickness, but even a normal person couldn't stand the first time riding a tractor, especially on such a winding mountain road for more than half an hour. She was about to ask the driver to stop the car, and she felt the big iron sheet under her calm down.

"Fan Zhiqing? Are you going to the city too? Why don't you wait for the car? It's so tiring to walk by yourself." Someone asked the person who just got on the car. "

I went to the commune for something in the morning, and then I hurried to help the village party secretary deliver documents to the city and then walked."

The familiar voice made the "dying" Liang Qingqing hold her breath and lift her eyelids to look at the person who came.

"***"

This was the only thing Liang Qingqing wanted to say after seeing who was coming. Did she owe him something in her previous life? Otherwise, why does she always meet this enemy when she is at her most desperate? Perhaps he

is going to do some serious work. Unlike his usual casual attire, he is wearing a decent white shirt and gray trousers today.

He is tall and well-built. He attracts the attention of everyone in the car just by his appearance. His tall figure exudes an unshakable aura, which makes people think that he should not be standing on this rustic tractor, but should be standing on the top of a magnificent office building to dominate the world. His

facial lines are strong and neat, his eyebrows are cold, and when he lowers his eyes, you can see his thick and long eyelashes. There are a few fine beads of sweat on his high nose bridge. When he purses his thin lips, he looks a little cold and indifferent, keeping people at a distance.

How did the saying go? A handsome man in formal clothes is like a trump card, which can blow up a group of beauty lovers. "Beauty lovers are dogs themselves" - Liang Qingqing admitted that there was some truth in this saying. She was indeed blown up, but it was a blow of anger!

There is no harm without contrast. He is clean and she is dirty. Why?

Just when Liang Qingqing was so angry that her teeth were itching, those deep big eyes looked over from a distance, and after meeting her line of sight, they slowly curved into a crescent shape.

Noticing the change in his expression, Liang Qingqing held her forehead and thought hard, but she really couldn't guess whether he was sarcastic or excited after seeing an "old acquaintance", but she felt that it must be the former, because what good intentions could this guy have for her? Not teasing him in person was a courtesy.

Thinking of this, Liang Qingqing closed her eyes tightly and pressed her umbrella down.

"Make way, I'll go in and sit."

"Why don't you sit outside, Fan Zhiqing? Sit over there..." Someone kindly reminded her, but when she thought of Liang Qingqing's previous "achievements", she couldn't say the rest.

"It's okay, I'll sit here."

After a while, Liang Qingqing felt a tall figure squeezed in beside her. During the movement, the two people's exposed arms collided from time to time. The skin that touched was as hot as fire. The too close distance made people feel uncomfortable and hide to the side.

Maybe it was because he had walked a section of mountain road, his body had a not-too-strong smell of sweat, not bad but not pleasant, lingering at the tip of his nose with great presence, Liang Qingqing frowned and moved to the side, her upper and lower lips collided, and she suddenly wanted to drink some water to moisten her throat, but she couldn't even afford a water cup, let alone mineral water.

"Not feeling well?"

A deep voice came into her ears, Liang Qingqing opened her eyes with a little surprise and looked to the side, and saw Fan Yanxing tilting his head to look at her, his eyes concerned, surprisingly, this time there was no mockery in his eyes.

"Care about me?" Oh, is the iron tree blooming or the rooster laying eggs?

But after the words fell, Fan Yanxing did not respond with the irony she imagined. Instead, he cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes wandering, as if he didn't know how to respond. After

a long time, Liang Qingqing realized that her words were more or less ambiguous. A trace of redness crept up on the tip of her ears, and she continued to speak without thinking, "I'm a little carsick and want to drink some water." When

a person is timid, his voice tends to be lowered. In addition, he was not feeling well to begin with, so his voice was weak and like a spoiled child.

Fan Yanxing listened to Liang Qingqing's soft and sticky voice, rubbed his palm subconsciously with his fingertips, and then tilted his head to look at her. The weak look of him leaning against the wall of the car was completely different from his previous domineering look.

His hands moved faster than his brain. In just one or two seconds, he unbuttoned his bag and handed the water bottle to her. But he regretted it the moment he handed it over. You know, he is a bit of a germaphobe. Under normal circumstances, he would never share a water bottle with anyone, let alone someone of the opposite sex.

Because he thought such behavior was a bit over the line.

But the water bottle had already been handed over, and it was impossible to take it back.

But fortunately, the next second, Liang Qingqing took the initiative to shake her head and refused him, "Thank you for your kindness, but no thanks."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing breathed a sigh of relief and put the water bottle back into his bag. But when he looked up again, he met a pair of suspicious beautiful eyes. He realized that something was wrong. He was interrupted just as he was about to explain.

"I suddenly want to drink again. Give me the water bottle." She hadn't given up on him yet, but he actually gave up on her first? If he gave up, why did he pass the water bottle over? To slap himself in the face? Or did he want to humiliate her?

The white palm stretched out in front of him, with clear veins and slender joints. It was a pair of extremely beautiful hands.

How could he forget that Liang Qingqing liked to contradict him?

"There's no water in it." After holding it in for a long time, Fan Yanxing only managed to say this.

"Haha, haha." Liang Qingqing just stared at him straight. No matter how uncomfortable she was, as long as she saw Fan Yanxing in pain, she would be happy. Her heart would be at ease, and her body would naturally be at ease.

The two of them fell into an unspeakable silence and embarrassment. Fan Yanxing's palm stopped on the button of the messenger bag, and he couldn't open it for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, he finally lowered his head and said, "I'll treat you to soda after we get into the city."

"Two bottles."

"...Deal."

After hearing these two words, Liang Qingqing withdrew her hand, closed her eyes again, and leaned against the wall of the car.

The swaying tractor continued to move forward, and the black and white light and shadows kept passing over it, leaving behind virtual and real pictures. Fan Yanxing couldn't control his eyes and looked in a certain direction from time to time.

Was Liang Qingqing like this before?

Obviously, no one could give him an answer.

Entering the urban area of ​​the county, the road was visibly flatter, and there were more buildings around. However, unlike the various high-rise buildings in later generations, it is now difficult to see even two-story buildings. Most of them are only one-story bungalows.

Liang Qingqing has slowed down since entering the city. Her black eyes turned left and right, and she wished she had ten pairs of eyes. Everything here is new and interesting to her, and she can't see enough after looking all the way.

But as time went by, she gradually felt melancholy. The country was too poor and backward at that time.

Not only were the streets gray, but the people were also gray. The most common colors on the streets were black, white and gray. It was rare to see a bright color or a big red slogan on the wall.