Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 53: The potential of a scumbag, a quiet change

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Taohuawu rural cultural and artistic gala was still going on.

The big red lanterns on both sides of the stage swayed gently, and the ending notes of the last act of "The Peony Pavilion" still hung on the peach branches.

When the four folk performance artists from Tiziyu Village took their bow, they received warm applause from all the guests.

Jiang Qing caught a glimpse of Zhou Ye's eyes, which were slightly red.

Guo Qilin suddenly bumped Li Xueqin's arm, and she understood and gestured to the audience with him.

"Come on, friends!"

"Let's sing the theme song of Taohuawu to all the villagers and the moon of Tiziyu!"

Song Dandan and others stood up and responded actively. The villagers in the audience cheered and waved their hands, creating a lively scene.

When Zhou Ye stood up, her knee hit the wooden bench, and she hissed softly in pain.

Jiang Qing subconsciously reached out to help, but saw Meng Ziyi had already held her arm.

The two girls' hands were transparent white in the moonlight, and the bracelets on their wrists were entangled with the silver chain.

Jiang Qing curled the corners of her lips and followed them onto the stage silently.

When the soothing prelude of "Just Right" sounded, the evening breeze suddenly changed direction.

Zhou Ye stood on Jiang Qing's right side and smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on Jiang Qing. He remembered the day they first met, when he looked so serious that even the top of his collar was tied.

At that time, she never imagined that this boy dressed like a science and engineering man would be the youngest upstart in the technology circle.

"The weather is nice and the peach blossoms are blooming again~"

Wang Sulong's singing voice is like silk soaked in mountain spring water, leading everyone to sing along softly.

Zhou Ye looked at his fellow villagers in the front row who were holding up their mobile phones to record the video, and suddenly remembered the light red marks on the back of Jiang Qing's neck from the sun when he was teaching the children to weave grasshoppers three days ago.

At this moment, the red mark was hidden under the collar of the shirt. She couldn't see it clearly and didn't know whether it had healed or not.

Meng Ziyi's harmony was as thin as the buzzing of a mosquito, and she was afraid that she would accidentally lose control and lead everyone astray.

Her look today revealed her slender neck, and the small camisole on her top was completely different from the one she wore yesterday when she was trying to charm Jiang Qing alone, completely covering the whiteness on her chest.

The conversation she overheard in the threshing ground that afternoon echoed in her ears again:

"Mr. Jiang, I've already booked your flight to Lin'an next Wednesday..."

The evening breeze suddenly blew peach petals, which stuck to her trembling eyelashes, bringing her back to her senses.

Glancing at Jiang Qing beside him, Meng Ziyi was thinking about how to meet him by chance next week.
Maybe, I should ask him out directly?
When singing "We Laughed and Danced", Zhou Ye's hand accidentally touched Jiang Qing's watch.

The cool touch suddenly perked her up, and she couldn't help but think sentimentally that perhaps Jiang Qing was a temperature she shouldn't touch...

"look here!"

The photographer suddenly shouted at them.

The moment the shutter sounded, Zhou Ye instinctively leaned towards Jiang Qing, only to see his shadow entangled with Meng Ziyi on the stage floor.

Her pupils shrank, and she thought of the photo that a fan of the "Yi Jian Qing Xin" CP posted today when she was surfing the "Jiang Zhou Yu Huo" super topic on Weibo, in which she saw Sister Meng covering her mouth and staring at Jiang Qing.

After studying him for a long time, she couldn't believe that this was pure panic. The more she looked at him, the more familiar that look became, and the more she looked, the more wrong it seemed...

but……

Would Sister Meng lie to her?

When taking a group photo after the chorus, Wang Sulong's sneakers flew out again and hit Zhang Hanxin's neat hairstyle again.

Amidst the laughter, Zhou Ye felt a hand brushing across the top of her head.

It was Jiang Qing who picked a peach petal.

This action was so natural, so natural that Meng Ziyi's hand holding the selfie stick suddenly froze in mid-air.

"what?"

Zhou Ye raised his little face and looked at Jiang Qing, his voice unconsciously filled with a hint of excitement.

"You seem distracted, so I'll ask you to focus."

Placing the peach petals on her head, Jiang Qing lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

Although he didn't know what the girl was thinking, judging from her hesitant expression, it was definitely not a good thing.

Judging from her reactions the previous times, Jiang Qing guessed that this girl might be a little worried because of his identity.

The little girl just thinks a lot.

The person he likes doesn't need to be on par with him.

What's important is that she likes me, and I happen to like her too.

At least judging from his current feelings, this girl likes him, and he also likes this confused and coquettish girl.

But as he had told Meng Ziyi before, people's senses would be infinitely magnified in a compressed space, so he wanted to confirm again whether he would still like this girl after being away from Taohuawu for a while.

As for Meng Ziyi, in fact, I was attracted by her bright and beautiful appearance from the first time I saw her, but it was just admiration.

After feeling her thoughts that night while playing cards, his mentality also changed.

It was not until yesterday at breakfast, when she teased him so radically and boldly, that he had to admit that he was attracted to her as well.

Jiang Qing was also surprised when he confirmed his feelings.

I didn't expect that I had the potential to be a scumbag.

"Thank you~"

Zhou Ye wrinkled the tip of his nose towards Jiang Qing, his expression was so cute.

Jiang Qing is paying attention to her!

After confirming this, Zhou Ye's originally anxious mood instantly dissipated like smoke.

As quickly as it came, it went as quickly as it came.

"No thanks, just consider it a return gift."

Jiang Qing said with a smile, shaking the February orchid in his hand.

"I gave you a flower, and you gave me only one petal. How can this be a good return gift?"

Zhou Ye crossed his arms over his chest and said with a dissatisfied expression.

But her soft voice sounded like she was acting coquettishly.

"Don't want it? Then give it back to me."

Jiang Qing pretended to take the petal back.

"No, how can I take it back after giving it away?"

"This is already mine." Zhou Ye hurriedly took off the petals on his head and held them in his palm, turning on the puppy food protection mode.

"Okay, it's yours, no one will take it from you."

Jiang Qing smiled and shook his head and stopped teasing her.

"Humph~"

Zhou Ye bared his small white teeth, and the arrogance in his eyes seemed to be emitting stars.

"Okay, both of you, stop messing around."

"Everyone is starting to go back. There are mosquitoes biting me outside. Let's go back quickly too."

At this moment, Meng Ziyi's voice suddenly interrupted.

She warned as she rubbed her arms, looking like she had been bitten several times.

Jiang Qing raised the corners of his lips slightly. Seeing that she was avoiding his gaze rather unconfidently, he did not expose her little thoughts and nodded in agreement.

After a busy day, everyone was tired, so they said goodbye and went back to their own houses in groups of three or five.

Zhang Han and Lai Guanlin had left long before them, and recently they seemed to have tacitly avoided the three of them.

Jiang Qing could probably guess what they were thinking, but he didn't care.

After leaving Taohuawu, they probably won't have any more interactions.

On the way back to Room 8, fireflies wove a flowing river of stars between the bamboo fences.

Zhou Ye was counting the cracks on the bluestone slab when he suddenly heard Jiang Qing's gentle voice behind him.

"I heard that the fireflies in Tizi Valley need the cleanest stream water to survive the summer."

“It’s like some kind of encounter.”

"Because it's not easy to meet someone once, and getting along well is even harder. If you want to make this fate last longer, there are many prerequisites."

Meng Ziyi replied with a smile, but the peach branch in his hand, which he had picked at some point, was twisted.

She was very generous and the discussion seemed to be about simple friendship.

Zhou Ye glanced at her and suddenly stopped under an old peach tree.

Moonlight leaked through the gaps between the leaves, casting tiny spots of light on her white shirt.

"Jiang Qing, do you know the meaning of the February orchid?"

She asked with a smile.

Jiang Qing was about to speak when cheers from the program crew suddenly came from a distance.

A swarm of drones took off into the sky, spelling out the words "Goodbye Taohuawu" in the night sky.

“It’s humility.”

Jiang Qing retracted his gaze, turned to look at Zhou Ye and answered.

"That's right, I didn't expect you to know that."

Zhou Ye showed a surprised expression.

"But what does this have to do with what I just said?"

Meng Ziyi interrupted with a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh~ Sorry Sister Meng, it just suddenly occurred to me."

Zhou Ye shrank his neck and touched the back of his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I……"

Meng Ziyi was choked and showed a helpless expression.

Zhou Ye just rubbed the back of his head and smiled foolishly, his grin looking cute and innocent.

Jiang Qing glanced at her, his eyes flickering.

When passing by the threshing ground, Zhou Ye suddenly hummed an unknown tune softly.

Jiang Qing's footsteps were half a step behind her, always maintaining just the right distance.

When the door of Room 8 creaked open, Zhou Ye suddenly turned around.

The moonlight stretched her and Jiang Qing's shadows very long. Meng Ziyi paused and looked at them with a slightly nervous expression.

"actually, I……"

Zhou Ye's voice was as light as willow catkins.

“When I was little, I was most afraid of the ending of ‘The Peony Pavilion.’”

Jiang Qian took half a step forward, and the shadow finally touched the hem of her skirt.

"Du Liniang crossed life and death..."

"Just to prove that true love can break through dimensions."

The night wind brought the fragrance of rice from the threshing ground, mixed with the whimpering of a distant stream.

"hey-hey……"

Meng Ziyi suddenly laughed out loud, attracting their attention, then walked backwards into the door holding a selfie stick.

"Come on, our last photo together at Taohuawu!"

In the final freeze-frame shot, Zhou Ye looked flustered, Jiang Qing looked relaxed, and she herself was smiling brightly.

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As the moonlight flooded the windowsill, Zhou Ye finally let go of the peach petals he had been holding until they were burning hot.

Meng Ziyi had his back to her and was not standing close to her as usual.

After coming back and washing up, they pretended to be very tired and turned off the lights early.

But no one really fell asleep.

When turning off the lights in the room, Jiang Qing looked at the schedule reminder on the screen of his mobile phone. The flight to Lin'an next Wednesday was flashing.

Moonlight filtered in through the cracks in the window, illuminating a candid photo in his album.

Zhou Ye was squatting in a villager's vegetable garden studying tomatoes, and the strap of his straw hat was blown into a bow shape by the wind.

Tonight, Jiang Qing was rarely able to sleep.

When the last firefly disappeared into the bamboo forest, the three people's thoughts fermented quietly in the moonlight, like wine buried under a peach tree waiting for spring.

I don’t know when it will be opened in the future.

(End of this chapter)