Jiang Xinyu locked the courtyard door and jumped on the back seat of her bicycle, signaling Chen Yi with her eyes to ride away quickly. Her hair was naturally black and shiny, and she didn't like the greasy feeling on her head.
To be honest, she still can't understand the behavior of putting oil on your head. The greasy thing looks black and shiny, but it's inexplicably disgusting. This will not be popular in a few decades.
Xiao Hei barked "wangwangwangwang" inside the fence, sounding quite powerful, already like an adult dog.
Zhang Lanxiang watched the bicycle go further and further with envy. She has never ridden a bicycle, and she doesn't know when her family will have a bicycle. Jiang Xinyu has a good life. Find a good partner and give her scarves in winter. Now she often sends her to school. , she also heard from other people in the brigade that she had seen Chen Yi taking Jiang Xinyu to a state-owned restaurant for dinner. Today he went to the county to watch a movie again, and he must have eaten out again at noon.
Zhang Lanxiang looked away and suddenly thought of Chen Xiuyun. The door to Chen Xiuyun's house was locked. Why didn't she see Chen Xiuyun? Where was he?
On the road from the countryside to the county town, with lush greenery on both sides of the road, Jiang Xinyu sang Teresa Teng's "Walking on the Road of Life".
The little tune she hummed was cheerful, and Chen Yi pedaled very easily. The short hair on his forehead was blown by the wind. He felt that he was as lazy and comfortable as the clouds in the sky at this time. Being with her , did nothing, just listened to her humming a tune, and he was very happy at this time.
There had never been such a leisurely time before, but in this poor and dusty era, he experienced a happiness that he had never experienced before.
Jiang Xinyu's mouth went dry while humming, so she stopped, cleared her throat and said, "Sing one for me."
"I want to ask for a song, just "The Moon Represents My Heart"."
Jiang Xinyu originally just wanted to tease him. She thought he couldn't sing, but she didn't expect that he would actually speak.
"Love is deep and deep in my heart forever. The oath made by me can never be forgotten. I will never break my promise despite the wind and rain... The bright moon bears witness to this heart..."
He sang in Cantonese. I couldn't remember some words and phrases, so I replaced them with intonations. The intonation was low but surprisingly pleasant.
While singing softly, she pursed her lips and smiled.
She put her arms around his waist, tilted her head and rested her chin on his back, looking at his broad back between a man and a young man, and after she finished singing, she asked: "Which version did you sing?" Why haven’t I heard the lyrics?”
Chen Yi looked calm on his face, but he was not calm at all in his heart. This was the first time he sang to a girl, "I don't remember."
His grandparents have a lot of old records with good sound quality at home, and his grandma especially likes this song. He listened to it a lot, and naturally he can hum a few lines.
"Have you ever sung for others?"
Her hands were already ready on his waist. If she was not satisfied with the answer, she would definitely scratch him to death!
"I only sang to you."
"If you don't take your hands away, we will go somewhere else to have a good talk."
She put her hands on his waist, and the dangling feeling made him feel itchy and hairy.
Jiang Xinyu snorted and folded her arms back.
At the fork in the road ahead, a tractor suddenly appeared from the intersection, and a cloud of dust was raised behind the tractor.
Chen Yi simply stopped where he was and waited for the tractor to pass by, otherwise he would be in trouble if he followed behind.
The uncle driving the tractor saw him and shouted, "Xiao Chen," and then the tractor stopped.
Chen Yi rode a bicycle and approached, "Uncle Huang, what are you doing?"
In the past few months, in addition to studying in the county and showing movies in the town, Chen Yi also went to other brigades and teams in Hongqi Commune to show movies.
Movie projectionists are celebrities in the countryside. When they enter the village, they are treated with delicious food, tobacco and alcohol, surrounded by children, and the leaders of the team have to give them face.
This Uncle Huang was not from the Wuliqiao Brigade, but was a tractor driver from other brigades under the Hongqi Commune. He was very enthusiastic, and his face was sunburned from years of hard work in the fields.
"It's time to harvest wheat soon. Let's go to the county to buy some farm tools and bring them back. Are you going to the county too?"
Jiang Xinyu had already sat in the back seat, and she honestly retracted her hand, looking around at the people in the tractor bed.
"The county is showing a movie today, so I will take my partner around the county and watch the movie."
Uncle Huang felt so disappointed. Xiao Chen is such a good kid. He is a movie projectionist and has a bicycle. He is always humble and polite when he is in the team. He looks like a cultured person at first glance. How come he really has a partner? His daughter
No luck!
"Brother Chen, your partner is so handsome!" the half-grown young man sitting in the carriage said loudly.
Uncle Huang turned around and glared at him. This kid was really careless outside. He knew that he meant no harm, but other girls would be shy.
Jiang Xinyu glanced at the young man with patches on his clothes, his eyebrows arched, and the young man touched his head in embarrassment.
Chen Yi took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Uncle Huang, and talked for a while. After the tractor had gone far, Chen Yi set off again.
Soon after arriving in the county, Chen Yi parked his bicycle directly at the door of "Dongfeng Photo Studio".
When the two of them entered, there was a pair of well-dressed young men and women taking a group photo in front of them.
The staff at the photo studio saw that the two of them looked really like Zhou Zheng and were wearing white shirts like everyone else. Even though they looked better than others, the photos they took would definitely look good, so they asked, "You two are also here to take a group photo. Are you getting married?"
Chen Yi nodded and said, "We're getting married. Let's take a group photo and some single photos."
Jiang Xinyu looked up at him in disbelief. When were they going to take wedding photos?
The staff was asked by the master who took the photo to go to work, and the two of them walked away a little further.
Jiang Xinyu was glaring at him, and he calmly asked in a low voice: "You don't want to take a photo with me as a souvenir?"
He sighed again, lowered his eyelashes, and looked disappointed, "It seems you haven't forgiven me yet."
Jiang Xinyu had never seen him look so lost and pitiful, and she was deceived by him for a moment. She followed her big braid, feeling a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean that."
Chen Yi continued to sigh quietly, "I've sung the song to you, but you don't even want to take a photo with me. At worst, only one photo will be washed, and you can take it back and keep it."
Jiang Xinyu's eyes widened: "Are you out of money?"
Chen Yi: Why can’t she grasp the key point?
"If you have money, wash two!"
Jiang Xinyu: "Humph!"
"By the way, before, I saw more of you in the wedding photos in the wedding room than you in person."
Come on, hurt each other.
Chen Yi looked at her faintly, "When we get married, I'll let you see enough."