Yan Han wrote a bad check and didn't even bother to fill in the numbers on the check. He went back to bed to rest, leaving Song Xiang to go crazy.
She finished chewing the last chocolate bar, rinsed her mouth briefly with water, and then carefully crawled back to her original place from the end of the bed.
In the darkness, he turned around and looked at the person next to him.
"Mr. Yan, you are so rich, you definitely can't get away with small amounts, right?"
Yan Han hummed softly and was very conservative in not giving an answer.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes in the darkness, and seeing that he didn't let go at all, she curled her lips and turned her head.
Go to sleep first, a short position is better than nothing.
Close your eyes, the surroundings are quiet except for the chirping of insects outside.
We were really tired during the day, and after all the hard work just now, we both lost the energy, and we don’t know who fell asleep first.
The next time there was any movement, there was a knock on the door outside in the morning.
Song Xiang sat up in confusion, and turned around to see Yan Han sitting by the bed with a gloomy face. Anyone would be unhappy if his dream was disturbed so early in the morning.
Before Yan Han could say anything, Song Xiang looked to see who it was.
The courtyard door is actually of no use, but people outside still wait obediently.
As soon as Song Xiang opened the door, she found that it was the uncle from yesterday.
The uncle looked cheerfully and looked into their yard, a little surprised that they could live there.
"I'm going to the fields to say hello to you. There are vegetable sellers in the village. You should go early."
Song Xiang felt grateful and quickly thanked the uncle. The uncle waved his hand and said, "Hurry up. If you don't go, you won't be able to buy anything."
The uncle said a few words and was about to leave. Then he thought of something and returned to talk to Song Xiang.
He gestured towards the old lady's house next to him and said, "She has a nephew who lives in the village. He is a gangster. Don't let anyone deceive you."
Song Xiang was surprised. She thought the old lady didn't have any relatives. Then she thought about it. The old lady's real name was Yu, and the village was called Yujiacun. It was normal to have relatives.
She thanked the uncle again and again, hurried back to the house and took out the large box of matsutake mushrooms, and asked the uncle to keep it anyway.
Rural people are so honest that they can't help but say more after taking other people's things. The uncle continued: "She has planted a lot of wheat in the field, but it has not been harvested yet. Two more rains will destroy it. It is like this every year.
She will never ask anyone to help her."
As he spoke, the uncle lamented that it was a pity that the old lady was not good at it, but she had good things to grow, but she was ruining them all.
Song Xiang listened attentively, and then politely sent the uncle to the end of the wheat field.
When she returned, Yan Han was sitting at the table, pinching his brows.
"Mr. Yan, please sleep a little longer. I'll go to the village to buy some vegetables. I can meet the old lady Yu at noon."
Yan Han raised his eyes with tired eyes, "Go by yourself?"
Song Xiang didn't think there was a problem, "The people here are pretty good, I can do it alone."
Yan Han snorted and stood up to get his clothes, "There are unscrupulous people in remote villages. When you meet one or two good people, you feel like the whole place is full of angels."
Song Xiang curled her lips, thinking that these words were a bit biased and she had no theory.
Yan Han put on his clothes and came out, motioning for her to lead the way.
After leaving the door, I passed the old lady's yard, which was closed.
Song Xiang sighed, thinking about buying something for a visit later. Her cooking skills were not good, so she had to choose something simple.
She walked in front and asked for directions along the way. She was good-looking and had a sweet mouth, so she encountered almost no problems.
However, every time after asking for directions, both men and women had to look twice at the face of Shun Han behind her.