Chapter 67:

N City, Hezitun.
He Songbai carried a to work on the mountain, the paddy field on Heshan was already opened, and the green manure also blackened the land. While winter wheat is planted in October, rice can be seamlessly inoculated just after harvesting in April next year.
After he finished his work, he panted heavily and squatted down to eat wild vegetables.
Soon a man came to him and greeted him: "Teacher Gu has lived in your home for a while, thanks to your help."
He Songbai raised his head, a man with a gentle look was talking to him, his face was pure and his voice was easy-going.
The man was wearing coarse clothes and his palms were covered with stains. But He Songbai recognized him, he was Wu Gong of Heshan.
He Songbai continued to chew on Wotou's head, which was hard and rough, and he scratched his throat for a while. He drank half a pot of water without saltiness, moistening his mouth.
Wu Gong went on to say: "The project in Qinghe County has to be rushed, otherwise it will be difficult to do in winter. I want Teacher Gu to take back the project..."
He Songbai's movement of drinking water stopped for a moment.
He dumbly throated and coughed: "I'm so ignorant, it's useless to tell me, hey--"
He spoke out my slang and spoke to Wu Yong with a strong local voice.
He Songbai usually does not talk much with people in his work. He is silent and lonely in the impression of others. At this moment, he likes to talk and talks. No one would find it strange to pretend to be crude. He was reluctant to talk more with Gu Gong's students. The hard work of the pig farm cost him a lot of energy. His cat also wanted to take a rest without interruption when eating under the tree.
Wu Yong continued gently: "You can help me communicate with Teacher Gu and persuade him to come back to take this project."
"Teacher Gu still remembered my anger, if he was someone around him, he would listen."
He Songbai responded unabashedly.
Wu Yong continued: "I heard that your grandma has stayed in foreign countries before?"
He sat beside He Songbai, as if chatting with friends.
He Songbai's distress disappeared, he narrowed his dark eyes dangerously, and crossed his eyes in a silent and gloomy light, which seemed to be angry, lonely and cold.
Wu Yong seemed to have heard that He Songbai was the famous second-rater in Hezitun. He paused for a moment and asked sincerely, "Did I offend you?"
"Actually I am not malicious."
"I am also a family of intellectuals. My father has overseas experience, and he has been transferred to the Northwest Forest Farm to work today..."
He Songbai's chewing of Wowo's head stopped, "I don't understand what you're saying, I'm full and it's time to work."
After swallowing the dry food in his hand, he knocked down Wu Yong and carried a to work in the ground.
In the evening, He Songbai returned home carrying a hoe, stopped when passing the bullpen, and casually made a sentence with Gu Gong:
"Your student asked you to go back to see the project."
Gu Gong groaned, and lay back to the straw pile uncomfortably.
Prophet Hu said: "Brother Wu has done his best to the teacher, and he is working hard to restore your reputation."
"If the teacher can take back the project, he doesn't have to do this kind of dirty and tiring work. Maybe he can... condemn it."
Gu Gong's original good mood was wiped out by the word "convict of merit".
He snorted coldly: "People who purify themselves are clear."
Hu Xianzhi also said: "Is Teacher Gu still doubting Brother Wu now? Don't be fooled by the sentence that Sun Xiang deliberately left behind, deliberately can't get along with herself."
Gu Gong didn't speak, closed his eyes and nourished his mind, and then he counted Zhao Lanxiang back when he broke his finger.
...
Zhao Lanxiang took the car one day and one night, carrying the heavy suitcase and returned to N City in a dusty manner.
I originally mentioned a half-full box when I went there. When I came back, the box was full of Feng Lian, and I could hardly carry it.
He Songbai finished his whole day's work in one breath, and happily stepped on the bicycle to pick him up at the train station. He pedaled the Phoenix car on both feet, pedaled a dozen miles of mountain roads, and took the car again. He took the last bus. When he arrived at the train station, the night was thick and the streets were sparsely populated.
He saw the object about to fall asleep with luggage in the waiting room, and his heart trembled before her.
"You're back."
He stared down at the black hairpin and muttered.
Zhao Lanxiang was so sleepy that she had to point to the chin of the wooden box, and suddenly stopped.
She looked up happily, and saw the same man in the same world. His wheaten face was dusty and dirty, except for the dark eyes, but still full of energy, as if overflowing with light.
He Songbai carried her suitcase on her back.
He said, "Are you hungry?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and touched her belly.
He Songbai took out the warm corn on the cob from his pocket. This was obtained from a family of five cents when he first got out of the car.
Zhao Lanxiang took the food in the hands of men and nibbled up the sweet corn.
He Songbai carried the wooden box in both hands, and followed silently behind the subject. His dark eyes stared at the slender figure of the subject, and he was startled.
He didn't say anything until he walked out of the train station: "I didn't ride my bicycle..."
Cycling from the countryside through the long mountain road to the city, it is almost impossible to ride until midnight. And she was so squeamish that she couldn't stand the bumps for so long.
But now... the last train has left.
Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips, staring at the man's embarrassed and embarrassed face, and silently pulled out a letter of introduction from his pocket.
"I went to the hotel for one night, and I didn't even think about going back in the middle of the night."
He Songbai nodded, carrying her luggage and following her through the bustling streets of the city to the state-run hotel.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the letter of introduction and paid for it. The hotel receptionist suspiciously looked at the man and woman in front of him. Zhao Lanxiang explained, "He is my brother."
The relationship between men and women in this year is still relatively strict, but the guests are so natural and straightforward, it is difficult to make the front desk want to distort anything. Probably good-looking people look a bit similar, the front desk defaulted the sibling relationship between the two.
He Songbai silently moved her luggage to the room. He walked under the faucet with sweat, washed his face, and walked out of the room wetly, sitting on a chair and rubbing the water stains on his face.
He coughed and said, "I'll go out and mix for one night and come to pick you up tomorrow morning."
Zhao Lanxiang wore a pair of black leather shoes and stepped on the old concrete floor to make a loud noise. She walked toward He Songbai step by step, her pink lips squeezed, her lips slightly raised upwards, with a slightly smiling arc.
She was obviously not satisfied with He Songbai's statement.
"Go outside and mix, how to mix. Sleep on the floor?"
"There are ready-made beds for you to sleep in, why do you go out and mix?"
Zhao Lanxiang propped up with his hands on both sides of the wooden chair he was sitting on, looking at his shy face and his sturdy and muscular body.