It turns out that eating delicious food can really make people happy.
But Su Xian was uncertain whether this food asked her joy, or the joy of the reunion of the old man couldn't help but, no matter what kind of, this was the most comfortable time for Su Xian in the past two years.
"Brother Zuo, did you and Xianxian really know each other before? Where did you meet?"
It was rare that Lu Xiran could resist the temptation of delicious food and ask this belated question with a clear mind.
This question also asked Ren Shang's heart.
The two of them looked at Zuo Yueyao at the same time, waiting for his answer.
Everyone has curiosity, and Su Xian thinks it is understandable. Even if Zuo Yueyao tells her the whole process of how they met, there is nothing wrong with it and she can accept it.
"I met him when I participated in an English competition in my senior year of high school."
He lied
Su Xian was surprised.
I feel that people like Zuo Yueyao would not lie and would not bother to lie.
"Oh." Lu Xiran continued to eat her meals with satisfaction.
"Oh fart." Ren Shang always kept the spirit of shameing: "His sophomore, her freshman, at the high school, he was senior in high school, what would she be in high school?"
"Sophomore." Lu Xiran answered carefully.
"How do you know the senior high school English competition?"
“That’s right.”
"You still eat steak." Ren Shang pushed the orange juice on his hand: "Eat more, add some brain cells."
Zuo Yueyao's lie was really poor, and it was obvious that he was a novice.
Most of the steak on the plate was eaten. Su Xian put down his fork and looked out the window. It was drizzling when he came in, but now it was getting heavier. The occasional flash of lightning illuminated the sky for a moment, and soon fell into darkness again.
Su Xian likes rain, but he doesn’t like lightning and thunder. He always feels that it destroys the atmosphere of a rainy day and makes people scared.
"Shi Brother said halfway." Looking at Lu Xiran, he smiled at Ren Shang again. This laughed, with three points of sadness, seven points of resolute, Su Xian firmly believed that the friends around Zuo Yueyao would not be bad.
Things are gathered in class, and people are divided into groups. This is the truth that Su Xian has always believed in.
"When we knew, he was indeed a senior year, I was in the second year of high school, and I did participate in the English competition, but it was not what they met at that time. When we knew, it was my hometown, a place called Heyunling."
Memories, clearly passing the mind, turning the hidden stories again.
Two years ago, the season of Qiufeng fruit.
There was a jujube tree at the door of Su Xian's house. As soon as the autumn, the jujube tree was fruitful. Su Xian liked to climb to the tree to pick jujube at this time, pick up a pocket, and then climb down and pour into the basket. When the basket is full, she hummed and gave the dates at home.
Because the neighbors were very friendly to her, they would occasionally give her some delicious food they had at home, so every time this happened, Su Xian would happily give them dates from their trees in return.
On this day, Su Xian climbed up the tree, found a stout trunk, hummed the song of the tune, and was planning to be full of the basket for a while. Suddenly, he saw his father running from a distance and beckoning while running.
Su Xian ignored him. Anyway, she couldn't understand her father's behavior.
When I ran under the tree, when I looked up, I saw Su Xian on the tree and panting: "Hurry up, the village committee asked you to go."
"I'm not going." Su Xian thought that it was probably Uncle Zhao who asked her to get eggs or something again. She felt embarrassed because she had just gotten them a few days ago.
"Come outside, I said that I came to examine our village. I heard that after the inspection, it will help us get rid of poverty. Your uncle Zhao said that now the village is the most resistant to you, let you accompany you."
"Where I go to know what to say to others, I won't go."
"Hey, you silly girl, you are just a stubborn ass who doesn't know what's good for you. When you get there, tell them more about our situation. Maybe they will see our situation and give us more subsidies."
When Su Xian heard it, he didn't want to go.
Although she had just turned sixteen, she already knew about propriety, morality, and shame, and her self-esteem as a young girl gradually made her feel that she should be more decent in front of others.
It was not until later that Su Xian realized that in the face of reality, self-esteem would be shattered to nothing.
After a long time, Su Xian always hung on her jujube tree she was thinking about, watching the father who was looking for tools to prepare for a hard battle under the tree, and climbed up quietly.
"Hello."
The unfamiliar voice stopped Su Changlin and stopped looking for it. Looking at the bright and beautiful came, some were at a loss.
"You are Brother Su Changlin, right?" The woman's voice was kind and amiable: "I'm Zhou Ling, from the Poverty Alleviation Office."
"Oh, good, please sit down, please sit down." Zhou Ling was a cultural city at first glance, exuding the light of knowledge from top to bottom. In fact, when Su Xian saw Zhou Ling for the first time, he thought of his mother. If God gave his mother a chance, he would definitely be as good as the aunt in front of him.
"Girl, what are you doing? There are guests at home, come down quickly."
Uncle Zhao, who never became angry, successfully convinced Su Xian. Su Xian hooked his slippers and was about to move down. He also heard Uncle Zhao reminded: "This girl, how can I wear slippers on the trees, slowly, step down, and fell carefully."
Regarding Su Changlin's ignoring, Su Xian felt that Zhao Shut was like her parents.
Su Xian turned her head, wanting to comfort Uncle Zhao not to worry, and then she saw that there was someone standing next to Uncle Zhao, a boy, standing right below her.
A shiny white sweater, a pair of gray-black jeans, a pair of white sneakers stained with mud on the feet, a tall figure, shiny black hair, and a pair of beautiful lips that were slowly curving into an arc.
The boy looked up at her movements, as if he was admiring some scenery, with great interest.
Su Xian pretended to be natural, and climbed down carefully with his butt sticking out.
It's already quite embarrassing. If she falls again, she will lose all face.
After landing, Su Xian patted the mud off his butt, lowered his rolled-up trouser legs, and cleared his throat: "I'll take Zaozi back."
After speaking, I wanted to run after pulling my legs. Uncle Zhao pulled her: "I can help you send it, Secretary Zhou wants to turn around in the village, you can speak," to accompany you. "
Su Xian thought to himself: My eloquence is limited to reading the opening speech from a written manuscript at the school's opening ceremony.
But Uncle Zhao did not give her a chance to escape, and pulled her to Zhou Ling: "Secretary Zhou, this is the girl I mentioned with you, smart, learned, sensible, everyone in the village likes it, can say that this girl takes you everywhere."
Zhou Ling's eyes stayed on Su Xian, without any discriminatory smiles, so that Su Xian was particularly good for her first impression.
Zhou Ling took the leaves off Su Xian's head and touched the top of Su Xian's head: "I have heard Village Chief Zhao praising you all the way here, which made me want to come and see what kind of child can make Village Chief Zhao praise you so much. He is indeed a good child. Come, let me introduce him to you."
The beautiful boy approached.
"This is my son, Zuo Yueyao."
"Uncle." The nice boy greeted her with a smile: "Hello."
"This time, I'll take advantage of the National Day holiday to bring him out to experience life and see the world. If anything causes trouble to you, please bear with me."
Look, the cultural people are cultural people. In this case, we can't get a little problem.
The corner of Su Xian's mouth was pumped, and I felt that seeing the word in the world was too humble. Where can the small mountain village make people see the world? She also thought of going outside.
Zhou Ling rejected Uncle Zhao's suggestion to arrange for them to stay in a hotel in the town. Firstly, the distance between the village and the town was far and it was inconvenient to go back and forth. Secondly, Zhou Ling said that only by living in Heyunling could they truly feel the needs of the place.
So Uncle Zhao arranged for them to stay in the village guesthouse.
It is a place, in fact, it is the only tile house. It is next to the office of the village committee. Fortunately, people are mothers and children, and they do not care about it. It is rare to speak.
Zhou Ling wanted to go check out the crops, so Uncle Zhao asked Su Xian to take them there. Zhou Ling said, "Let the kids stay here for a while and get to know each other."
So in the end, it was Uncle Zhao and Zhou Changlin who accompanied Zhou Ling to look after the crops. Su Xian felt that his father was being proactive for once.
Su Xian squatted down and picked the dates in the basket. Zuo Yueyao stood behind her and watched her pick them. Neither of them spoke.
Su Xian took out a jujube she thought, turned his head, stunned Ang's head to look at the tall person, and then spread out his palm: "Are you eaten?"
This is the way of hospitality that Su Xian learned from the villagers. No matter who comes, it will never go wrong to serve tea, water and delicious food.
There is nothing good in Su Xian's house except these dates.
Zuo Yueyao looked at her with a smile, revealing a row of white teeth, reaching out and picking up, Su Xian accepted it back, ran away in the water and washed, and then put the jujube in Zuo Yueyao's palm.
The dates were crunchy and much sweeter than expected. After Zuo Yueyao finished one, Su Xian handed him another washed one.
After a few rounds, Zuo Yueyao ate ten dates in a row before rejecting her kindness again. It seemed that he would not have to have dinner tonight.
He looked at Su Xian. She had the childishness and cuteness of a girl, but she looked just like a boy.
"My name is Zuo Yuyao." He introduced himself.
"I know, your mother just said."
"Your name is Su Xian?"
"Um."
"How old are you?"
"sixteen."
"The two of us are as big as."
"Are you also in the second year of high school?" The integration between peers is always so natural, Su Xian couldn't help but open the box.
"Senior year."
Su Xian almost calculated with his fingers.
"I skipped a grade in elementary school."
All right.