"Hey, Sister Manxing, unfortunately, I smelled something!"
Xiaohu sniffed proudly. He had smelled the aroma of fried fish early in the morning. As soon as the aroma faded, he hurriedly told his mother and ran over excitedly with his little bowl in hand.
"Hello, Aunt Meng, hello, big brother."
"Hey, little tiger, hello, please sit down and eat. Look how greedy our little tiger is. His mouth is watering."
Mother Meng smiled and pinched Xiaohu's cheek. This time she didn't let Meng Manxing bring her food, but took it to Grandma Meng's room herself.
Meng Manxing looked at the silly Xiaohu, smiled and picked up a piece of fried fish and put it into Xiaohu's bowl.
"Thanks to our little tiger for providing the bucket, this first fish will be given to him."
"Yeah! Sister Manxing is so nice."
Xiaohu said excitedly as he picked up the food and started eating.
Because this kind of fish is so small, its bones are very thin. After being coated with flour and fried, it becomes crispy, very delicious, and will not get stuck.
After taking care of Xiaohu, Meng Manxing glanced at Ji Jialin, and unexpectedly, they made eye contact.
She thought about what had just happened, and even though she had changed her clothes, she still looked away uncomfortably.
Soon Meng's mother came back. She looked at the dining table, which was even quieter than yesterday, and glanced at Meng Manxing and Ji Jialin suspiciously.
"How was Xiaoji, Xingxing and the others' outing? It's a nice place here, right?"
"Yeah, it's very beautiful. It's a scenery you can't find in the city."
Ji Jialin responded calmly.
People who don’t know would really think that they went sightseeing, but in fact they only went to the small river and didn’t go any further.
Meng Manxing looked at Ji Jialin talking nonsense with her mother and complained in her heart.
"hypocritical."
But Ji Jialin seemed to have heard what was in his heart, and he looked up at Meng Manxing without any warning.
This look almost made Meng Manxing think that she had accidentally spoken out her true feelings, but fortunately her mother did not scold her.
So she probably didn't say it out loud, thinking that Meng Manxing met that look and glared back defiantly.
Ji Jialin just casually raised his head and was met with an angry glare. He was silent for a moment, lowered his head, scooped up a bowl of fish soup and savored it carefully.
It turns out that the work you do is the best.
"Xiao Ji, don't just drink the soup, eat more vegetables, don't be so reserved, just treat yourself as if you're at home."
Meng's mother felt good about Ji Jialin, who answered questions politely, but because of the previous experience, she did not intend to force Meng Manxing to find a boyfriend.
"Okay, auntie, you guys can eat too."
Ji Jialin nodded in response.
Meng Manxing looked at Ji Jialin who suddenly attacked her, and before she could say anything, her mother slapped her on the back.
"Xingxing, don't just focus on eating, chat more."
“…”
Meng Manxing almost rolled her eyes when she saw Ji Jialinxin pretending to be a gentleman.
This person is even more pretentious than her.
As for Xiaohu, who has always been serious about showing off his fanbase, he was really like "turning a deaf ear to the outside world and focusing on eating the fried fish!"
When he was eating, he didn't even bother to pay attention to his favorite Ji Jialin. He ate with such relish.
Meng Manxing's originally depressed mood improved a lot after seeing Xiaohu's chubby cheeks.
It turns out that it is necessary to have a companion who enjoys eating.
After dinner, Xiaohu said goodbye politely and quickly ran home to visit his mother.
By the time Meng Manxing and the others had quickly cleared the dishes, Tiancun had unknowingly become dark.
In the distance, a few houses lit up their lights, which looked like the lights of a mountain in the night.
Meng Manxing looked at the twilight in the distance and stood at the door in a daze for a while.
As the sky continued to darken, the chirping of insects could be heard from the nearby grass from time to time.
Meng Manxing and others took some fruits and vegetables, moved their stools and went to the yard to enjoy the cool air and the night view.
Meng Manxing sat down, biting a plum and looking up at the starry sky above her head.
Perhaps because this place is far away from the city, the night sky is more beautiful than in the city, with more and brighter stars.
Ji Jialin, who was standing aside, felt the tranquility around him, relaxed his body and sat down on the recliner, turning his head to look at Meng Manxing who had been looking up.
Following the other person's gaze, he also looked up at the sky. When he saw the twinkling stars, he was also shocked.
Although he had been to many places, this was his first time visiting such a quiet little mountain village.
As the conversation progressed, the topic shifted from the embarrassing things Meng Manxing did as a child to the origin of her name.
"Xiao Ji, let me tell you, Manxing was born at night. I was riding my electric scooter to the hospital when I happened to see the sky above me. I don't know if I was dazzled or if I really saw it, but I noticed there were a lot of stars above me, and they were very bright and twinkling as if they were about to fall on my face. At that time, I thought my child should be named Manxing, and he should be like these stars, always shining brightly and illuminating all the darkness."
When Meng Mu recalled the past, a flash of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, and her voice was unusually gentle.
Meng Manxing looked at her mother, who was rarely gentle, and smiled subconsciously.
This was the first time she heard her mother explain the origin of her name.
It turns out her name has such a good meaning.
"Xiao Ji, what about you? Do you know the origin of your name?"
After expressing her feelings, Mother Meng looked at the young man beside her.
After listening to Meng Manxing's many interesting stories, Ji Jialin rarely talked about his own situation.
"My dad did mention it once, when I was in junior high school."
"I was quite rebellious in junior high school. One day I did something quite serious. My father was furious and punished me by making me kneel in the ancestral hall and confess before the ancestors."
When Ji Jialin said this, he remembered the rare tenderness in the eyes of the white-haired old man in his family.
"He was hitting me with a belt and cursing at me."
"My dad is a rough guy. He said that he carefully read through the dictionary page by page to give me a name that sounded cultured. Unfortunately, such a cultured name couldn't stop me from causing trouble for him for a day."
There was a slight smile on his face when he said this, and he felt that he did not live up to the name.
Meng Manxing couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence.
That's not such a pure and innocent name, but this person is so vicious.
She was laughing happily, but when she received a warning look from her mother, she immediately stopped smiling and became serious.
Ji Jialin looked at Meng Manxing who was laughing at him, but didn't say anything.
The time spent chatting always passed quickly, and before we knew it, Grandma Meng and Mother Meng had left.
Ji Jialin looked at Meng Manxing who was sleeping soundly on the chair. He suddenly approached her and stared at her sleeping face for a long time.
He quietly raised his hand and held Meng Manxing's left hand hanging by the side.
After clenching his fist, he stared into Meng Manxing's eyes and gradually began to exert force.
Soon a stream of heat passed through his palm and reached Meng Manxing's palm.
Meng Manxing, who was originally sleeping soundly, became inexplicably uneasy, her eyelashes began to tremble violently, and the next moment she opened her eyes.
Glancing around, she looked at Ji Jialin who was sitting in the distance, then lowered her head and glanced at her left hand in surprise.
Why does my left hand feel a little sweaty and numb?
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