Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
People were in high spirits when it came to happy events, not to mention that to Li Qing, this proved his ability.
Among so many Zhiqing, he had the highest score and the best university entrance examination.
“Li Qing, you’re really amazing. Here, you’re dating the secretary’s granddaughter, and here, and you relied on yourself to get into university. Now, you have a career and love. You don’t know how envious I am of you!”
“That’s right, that girl from the Mei family is also pretty. Didn’t the Mei family always disagree with you guys? Now that you’ve made a name for yourself, they should at least agree, right?”
…
A few Zhiqing beside him said these things enviously.
However, after hearing their words, Li Qing’s joy seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Mei Qian was a quiet and introverted girl.
When he was with her, Li Qing could feel the beauty of youth from the love and longing in her eyes when she looked at him.
However, reality forced them to be people from two different worlds, and they had a short period of communication.
Now that he had passed the college entrance examination and changed his fate, it was impossible for them to be together again.
Li Qing’s heart was heavy as he sat in the ox-cart and looked at the lush green farmland by the roadside. His mood was unusually gloomy.
*
The news that Li Qing had returned and that he had taken the c university examination quickly spread throughout the Mei family village.
Aunt Luo was all smiles as she came to the Mei family early in the morning to report the good news.
“Mei family’s sister, this is such a joyous occasion. The Zhiqing that your big Ya likes has returned. He’s really a great scholar. Your big Ya’s taste is really good. He’s going to follow Liang Zhiqing to the city to become a city dweller soon, right? It’s not easy to eat the food of the government. Quickly set up a few tables to celebrate and let us old neighbors bask in the joy.”
Aunt Luo’s words were laced with excitement, and her slanted eyes were filled with probing.
Recently, there were quite a few people in the village, but when they looked at Mei Qian and Tang Nan, the two of them were often together.
Although they were also well-behaved, they looked very intimate.
Tang Nan had also changed his clothes. It was said that Mei Qian had brought him to old Liu’s ox-cart and went to the town to cut a new piece of cloth for him to make new clothes.
…
Li Qing was not here, and Mei Qian was getting closer to Tang Nan on the other side. There were many gossips.
Aunt Luo had played a big role in these gossips.
Her family lived next door to the Mei family.
She could hear every little movement in this big brick house.
Recently, Tang Nan had been coming to the Mei family for meals and helping them with their work. Everyone was watching.
She said that Mei Qian and Tang Nan had gotten along. They were two-timing with Li Qing. She even wanted Tang Nan to be the old scalper of the Mei family.
These words were originally groundless, but as word spread, it seemed to be true.
When mother Mei heard this, her face did not look good.
Xia Ling came out of the central room and looked directly at the woman with a faint smile.
“Aunt Luo, what are you talking about? Why are you here so early in the morning with a bowl in your hand?”
“When I saw you stealing sweet potatoes from the commune, I said that you wanted to return them and then privately went to my grandfather to apologize. Aunt Luo, why didn’t I hear my grandfather mention it? Have you been there already?”
…
In the early morning, the Luo family was not the only family in the vicinity of the Mei family.
Xia Ling deliberately spoke loudly.
Aunt Luo gripped her chopsticks tightly, afraid that others would believe her. Her face was pale.
“You big girl, what are you saying? When did I go to the commune to steal sweet potatoes? You little girl, you look like a quiet and pleasant girl. Why is your mouth so vicious?”
Xia Ling smiled. “Is that so?”
“When I came back previously, I even bumped into my second uncle. Second uncle also saw you heading to the commune that afternoon. My words don’t count. My second uncle’s words count, right? Should we call my second uncle over to have a look? Am I lying?”
