Meng Xiaoxi hesitated again and asked him, "You said lovers often do that. So, in the past, did you have such a lover back in your place?"
After all, Shen Qingzhou was already in his twenties when he came into this world.
His heart suddenly felt sour, imagining if Shen Qingzhou had done such things with someone else. The thought was almost suffocating.
"Ah?"
Shen Qingzhou was a bit taken aback; why was he being questioned again?
Outside, the wind and rain were pouring down. Meng Xiaoxi lowered hi eyes and furrowed his brows, his thin shoulders trembling slightly, looking very insecure.
Suddenly, a piece of Shen Qingzhou's heart was tugged, making him feel exceptionally uncomfortable and lost.
"There's nothing, don't worry!" He tossed his phone aside, came over to sit next to him, and gently wrapped his arms around him.
"Never before, you are the first." Shen Qingzhou solemnly assured, "Over there, people tend to fall in love and get married later, mostly after their twenties. It's quite common for people to still be single at thirty, and some even choose to remain unmarried for life."
Meng Xiaoxi was somewhat surprised and looked up to ask, "Aren't their Mom and Dad going to worry?"
"Of course! A lot of parents urge their kids to marry." Shen Qingzhou smiled and said, "Some open-minded parents can understand their children and won't interfere too much. They know that a forced melon isn't sweet.
"But we didn't have our parents urging us, nor did we have a matchmaker to arrange it; it was entirely because we liked each other and were in love. We are the sweetest couple in the whole area." Shen Qingzhou never expected that one day he would be able to come up with a cheesy pickup line and deliver it with such gusto.
"Mm!" "We're like a turtle and a mung bean, a perfect match." Meng Xiaoxi bit his lip and secretly smiled.
"Uh? Who are you calling a turtle? Who is the green bean?” Shen Qingzhou pretended to be angry and pushed him onto the bed.
"No one! I was just joking!” Meng Xiaoxi sensed the danger and quickly denied it.
"Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't tell me, then I'll—”
Shen Qingzhou began to tentatively prod him.
"Help! I'll talk, I'll talk!” Meng Xiaoxi quickly pleaded, "We're not turtles or mung beans! We are sweet melons, the sweetest melons ever!"
"Really?" Shen Qingzhou looked somewhat skeptical, gently lowered his head, and said, "Let me see how sweet it is."
Meng Xiaoxi crossed his arms in front of him, somewhat resisting: "No! Be careful if someone sees it, just like we can see them through the phone. What if others can see us through this thing too? You said last time that everyone there has one.”
"How is that possible! The camera isn't even on—”
Shen Qingzhou said to himself, there are indeed some things that can't be explained, such as his time travel, the inexplicable transformation of his phone, and the pop-up ads that appeared today. None of these can be explained by common sense.
He had previously seen a novel with a sky curtain live broadcast, where modern life was streamed to ancient people. That was even more bizarre, but just because he hadn't seen it didn't mean it didn't exist.
No matter when, always having a defensive mindset is not a bad thing.
Shen Qingzhou grabbed a piece of clothing, wrapped the phone in it, got up and threw it into the wooden box, closed the box, then came back and pressed the person down again, "Is it okay now?"
"Mm——~"
The rain patters against the window frame, leaves fall and the wind howls, and a few drops of water seep in through the cracks in the window.
Meng Xiaoxi's eyes were wet and red at the corners, his hands unconsciously gripping his sleeve tightly, feeling dizzy as he said, "Shen-ge, I feel unwell!"
Shen Qingzhou felt even worse; his gaze was deep as he gently held his hand: "I'll help you."
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Today's dinner was slightly later than usual. Yao Kang thought it was because of the rain, and of course, he came over to lend a hand. However, it seemed there was no place for him in the kitchen, so he had no choice but to go to the main hall to set up the tables, chairs, and bowls.
Little Dongjia looked like he had been crying, but after Butler Shen whispered a few words in his ear, he half pretended to be angry and half stifled a laugh. (T/N: Dongjia = Owner/host)
Yao Kang scratched his head, utterly perplexed.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. As long as there's food to eat, that's enough.
After the sky cleared, it took two or three days for the ground to dry, and each family continued to thresh wheat and dry their grain.
The corn planted in the field has sprouted with the moisture. A few days later, they still need to thin and supplement the seedlings, pulling out the excess ones, replanting those that are too far apart, and once they grow a bit more, they need to weed.
This year, another twenty acres of land was added. Combined with the original, it's quite a big project. None of them have had a moment to spare during this time.
The remaining watermelons in the soybean field were gradually ripening. After finishing work that day, Shen Qingzhou picked two and brought them back.
Just as he arrived home, he saw a child squatting near the pond who looked a bit familiar. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Meng’s mischievous kid!
Since the last big falling out, whenever the two families meet on the street, they won't say a word to each other, each with their noses in the air, turning their heads to the side.
Shen Qingzhou couldn't be bothered with him, and Yao Kang was even more annoyed to see him. The scar from the last time he bit him hadn't healed properly yet; this brat was probably the reincarnation of a vicious dog.
A few people were walking home, but just a few steps past, Meng Xiaoxi called out, "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingzhou turned his head and asked.
"Let's talk about it later!" Meng Xiaoxi suppressed his pounding heart, afraid that he might have seen it wrong. He turned back to take a closer look, quietly clenching his fist.
Quickly taking a few steps into the house, Meng Xiaoxi instructed, "Yao Kang! You go pick the vegetables first, wash them clean, and I'll come and stir-fry them later. Uncle Yao is helping to feed the chickens and cows today.”
"Hey! Okay!”
Although the two didn't understand why, they still went off to do their own things, hoping to finish early and have dinner sooner.
"What about me?" Shen Qingzhou put down the watermelon and asked him.
"Come in! I have something to say." Meng Xiaoxi pulled the person into her room.
"It's still bright outside! Not really appropriate, right?” Shen Qingzhou started joking.
"Shut up!"
Meng Xiaoxi closed the door behind them and turned to him, "Those glazed beads Meng Xiaobao was playing with just now are mine! I used to put them in my treasure chest, and that's the one I lost!"
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