Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter73

Du Ruozheng and He Huan were chatting for a while, and suddenly they heard the cell phone in the next room ringing. It was breakin’point music. She was amazed and didn't think that after many years, he still used the original ringtone.

"I'll pass first," she said to He Huanhuan.

She walked back to the room and turned on the light. Jing Ming had sat up, rubbed her eyes, and muttered, "How long have I slept?"

Du Ruodao: "Ten minutes .... Are you busy at work these days? I feel like you are tired."

He murmured "hmm" vaguely, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and sat beside the bed for dozens of seconds, and said, "That bowl of rice wine and rice dumplings, want to sleep after drinking, did you give me medicine? "

"Nonsense." She kicked him lightly.

He sat for a while, his eyes gradually cleared, and then he stood up and looked at her: "It's late, you should rest early .... I'll go first."

Du Ruo nodded: "Yes."

He passed her cell phone to her: "Number."

Du Ruo entered his number, dialed it, and returned it to him.

He walked over to the rug to wear shoes, and Wally ran over, touching his trousers affectionately. He bent over and patted his head.

Du Ruomo blushed inexplicably, thinking that he must know.

She sent him to the door, stomped, and lit the sensor light in the corridor.

The light was dim, and he looked back at her: "I'll come to you in a few days."

"Ok."

He went down the stairs and looked up at her when he came to the corner. She was still standing at the door and looking at her.

He gently lifted her chin at her, motioned her to enter the house, and went downstairs.

Du Ruo closed the door and returned to the room. He lay down on the bed, looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and calmed down slowly.

Ready to get up to wash, the phone rang, it was mom's call.

It was Aunt Wu from the village who said that her mother had been injured.

Du Ruo was startled and asked what was going on. I realized that my mother broke her hand and has gone to the doctor. It was yesterday, but she didn't want her to worry, so she kept it secret.

Du Ruo put down the phone, and was distressed and anxious, and immediately called Yi Kun: "Brother, my mother was hurt, I want to take time off for a week."

"Return tomorrow?"

"Well. I'm going to book a morning flight when I'm ready for leave."

"Okay. Don't worry too much. If you need to stay there for a few more days, you can tell me again. It doesn't matter to be late."

"Got it, thank you."

Du Ruoding set up the earliest flight and simply packed a few pieces of luggage.

He Huanhuan came to knock on her door: "What's wrong?"

"My mother broke her arm and broke it. I'm going home."

"is it serious?"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, say that the operation has been done and cast." Du Ruo stuffed clothes into the box.

"It's almost twelve. You're going to get up at the airport at four or five."

"It's okay, you can sleep on the plane. Rest assured, I will rush back to your engagement ceremony."

"It doesn't matter, you must be safe on the road."

"knew."

After returning to the room, He Huanhuan rolled his eyes and called Zeng Kefan: "How is Wan Ziang calling from your classmate?"

...

Du Ruo woke up at half past four, and it was not yet dawn.

It's very cold on autumn nights.

She took a taxi to the airport, just before dawn.

There is a lot of traffic outside the airport, and many people catch early flights. She dragged her suitcase and ran to the check-in counter, but stopped abruptly—

Jing Ming stood in front of her, waiting for her.

She blinked and stepped forward: "How so coincident? You, a business trip?"

Jing Ming said, "My mother learned about your mother's injury. Let me visit you."

"..." Du Ruo opened his mouth and waved his hands, "No, thank you Auntie. I received it, but I really don't need it."

Jing Ming glanced at the ID card in her hand, took it, and walked to the counter.

Du Ruo's forehead was sweating, followed closely: "I really don't need it. My family ... is far away, it's hard to walk, and it's hard to live, can't live. Really not. You tell your auntie. Thank you, but really ... "

Jing Ming handed the two ID cards to the customer service counter and looked back at her: "I told her, what did she tell me to do?"

Du Ruo: "..."

Two tickets have been issued, handed down the counter.

The facts are settled.

He said, "Let's go."

She wandered behind him.

You are uncle, who dares to train you?

After boarding the plane, Jing Ming sat on the seat, which was awkward.

He has not been in economy class in his life, coupled with the cheap airline that Du Ruo bought, the front and rear seats have been squeezed, others have tall legs, and the big man measuring 1.86 folds in the seat with no legs.

Du Ruo stood up: "I sit in the middle, you sit on the aisle."

The two changed positions, and with one foot out, he barely set himself in his seat.

Du Ruo was a little sleepy, and his head fell asleep shortly after taking off.

Jing Ming didn't sleep all night and was very tired, but couldn't sleep, staring at the void in a daze.

Four hours later, arrived at the southwest border.

As soon as I left the airport, the tropical sun couldn't open my eyes.

Jing Ming took off her coat and put it in her arms, and took her coat by the way.

Du Ruo said, "There are better hotels in the city, and the neighborhood is also very fun. Why don't you play here for a few days and take a vacation?"

Jing Ming looked down at her: "How about you?"

She was a little embarrassed: "It's really troublesome to go to my house. There are five or six hours left."

"Then what else are you grinding on, let's go."

She chased after: "From here, take a car to a small city, then to the county, to the town, to the town, to the village, and to walk ..."

He paused for a moment and said, "It's quite far. Have a meal at the airport first."

Du Ruo, died.

After they had eaten, they took a taxi to the passenger terminal and got on the coach.

Several transfers, from buses to minibuses, from bustling cities to noisy towns, from rundown county towns to small towns with only one street.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the two tossed all the way, got out of the old car, and stood on the dusty road.

On both sides of the road are a bunch of two-story low-rise houses from the 1980s and 1990s, crowded with small shops, fertilizer stations, small supermarkets, and clothing stores. Few pedestrians.

The dark-skinned children ran around the road barefoot to hit marbles.

Many people in the shop looked at them.

Jing Ming is erect, fair-skinned, and dark-skinned and short-skinned people like two races.

Du Ruo went to a store to talk to the boss for a few words, returned to Jingming, and said, "The car will come in a moment."

"What car?" Jing Ming asked casually.

Du Ruo coughed a few times, and just about to speak, a gray minivan came over and stopped in front of the two. That car has been around for some years. The body may have been originally blue. Now the paint body is mottled and peeled off, and the rest is faded by the sun, covered with mud spots and dust.

Du Ruo said, "Well. This."

Jingming: "..."

He glanced at the cockpit, doubting in tone: "Can you sit down with two people?"

"Of course I can't sit down." Du Ruo walked with the box to the loading area behind the car. "You sit in front."

Jing Ming strode up, picked up her luggage, and said, "You sit in front."

"Don't," she said earnestly. "The mountain road is particularly round and bumpy, you can't stand behind it. I'm fine, I'm used to it." Then he climbed into the car and jumped on without thinking about him In the cargo area, kicking the tarpaulin on the car and sitting down with a bag of fertilizer, there was a lot of unwillingness to move the nest.

"..." Du Ruo smiled suddenly.

Jingming: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's so funny to sit on top of you like this. Should I take a picture and show it to you?"

"Do you dare." Jing Ming's face was a little red.

Du Ruoqi smiled, and climbed into the car.

Jing Ming froze, stepped forward to catch her, and carried her up: "What are you doing?"

"I look at you." Du Ruo sat down, "Beware of the car throwing you out of the ravine."

Jing Ming was speechless: "Cut."

The driver fastened the railing of the truck and drove out.

After leaving the road, I walked through a country road, and after a short time, I walked on a winding mountain road.

The two sat behind the van, clutching the railings, bumping up and down, shaking left and right.

Du Ruo was a little worried that he couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"Not so exaggerated." He frowned.

As soon as the voice fell, the truck drove through a large pit, violently. The two were bounced up and down, he touched the back of the torn head: "Take care of yourself-"

It's another one.

"It's okay, just like hitting a go-kart--"

Another wave of even greater bumps almost flew into midair.

He dropped his **** back on the fertilizer bag, clutched the railing with his hands, and was a little irritable: "Look!"

Du Ruo hesitated, seeing him like that, somehow he wanted to laugh, don't turn his head and bend his lips.

"What are you laughing at ?!-I'm going!-Hey!-Fuck !!!"

He was still manic a few times before, but the mountain road was endless. The people behind him had lost their tempers and got used to it. They were paralyzed in a fertilizer pile with a piece of rag and swayed with the body.

There is also the mind to appreciate the scenery in the mountains.

Looking up, there are large expanses of verdant mountains, yellow, red and green terraces like a touch of watercolor, and several flowering trees dotted it.

When the sun goes west, the sky on the east gradually turns dark blue, and the sky on the west begins to show pink.

The orange-red sun slanted down from the shadows of the trees and shone on their faces.

He suddenly said, "Du Ruochun."

She snapped: "Huh?"

"Your family has a great view."

She smiled.

Let's just let him relax.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the world, or give him a short period of peace.

When the sun turned into a duck yolk and landed in a mountain stream, the van finally stopped.

The two got out of the car, their bodies were weak, and their bones were disassembled and reorganized.

Looking at the mountains in the Jingming Dynasty, the terraces of the mountains are layered, a small village on the mountainside, and black tiles and white walls, gathering dozens of families. There are also a few scattered dots of green hills.

In the evening, the smoke was burning.

Du Ruo said hello to the driver, was about to pick up the box, and found that Jing Ming had been picked up.

She didn't fight with him either, but he couldn't beat him anyway.

She led him along the path to the mountain.

Quickly walked into that village.

There was a burst of burning rice in the low building. The little black kid was playing with mud bare-backed, the little native dog was running around with his tail shaking, the grandfather was sitting on the bench at the door and smoking a cigarette bag, and the grandmother "coo-coo" in front of the henhouse with rice and thick The middle-aged man in trousers drove the cattle and sheep home, and his feet were covered with mud in the mountains ...

They looked strangely at the two young men entering the village.

In the isolated small mountain village, people's smiling faces are peaceful and peaceful, as pure and natural as the mountains.

"Chunya is back?" The folks greeted warmly, and Du Ruo smiled and responded in dialect, and went home.

A few hundred meters out of the village, on a small hillside, a small local-style building stood on the top of the slope.

Du Ruo suppressed a trace of embarrassment in her heart and went into the room: "Mom, grandma."

A numb head.

Last year, she rebuilt her home, demolished the original dirt house and built a new one, and all her furniture was changed.

However, the living habits of mother and grandmother have not changed. After living in the past two years, the temple house was connected with the stove house, and they were integrated into a whole, filled with firewood snakeskin bags and other sundries. The gas stove was not needed, and a soil stove was rebuilt in the house. The soot smoked the walls black. In the cupboard, the doves occupy the nest, and the seeds are piled up. The pots and pans and chopsticks are all on the stove.

Patios, stoves, and halls are all in a mess.

She is a little bit cheeky.

Jing Ming had walked in, glanced around, and his eyes fell on Du's face.

He judged for a second, the woman in front of him had dark skin and frowning, his face was older than his grandmother, but she was bandaged on her hand, and another older man came out tremblingly.

He nodded and said, "Good aunt. Good grandma."

There was a sudden birth in the family, still a man, and Du Mu looked at Du Ruo with a restrained look.

Du Ruo: "Mom, don't you remember. He is Jingming."

"Jingming?" Du mother frightened, more cramped, she couldn't speak Mandarin, dialect, "Jingming? Why is he here? Sit and sit!" He was busy moving a stool for him.

Her hand was inconvenient, and Jing Ming immediately stepped forward: "I'll do it myself."

Du's mother didn't understand Mandarin well, and Du Ruona spoke to her in dialect, so she should not be too cramped. But Du Mu apparently regarded Jingming as a benefactor, sincerely fearful, and did not dare to stand close to her.

Jing Ming was the same as usual. He wouldn't be uncomfortable everywhere. He looked around and asked, "Where do I live?"

"My room." Du Ruo took him in.

Although it was her room, she hadn't stayed for a few nights. She hasn't been in bed for a long time, she has n’t made a bed, and she has n’t cleaned the room.

Du Ruo: "Leave your luggage down and prepare for dinner. I will clean it later and make you a bed."

Jing Ming: "Yes."

Du Ruo walked to the stove, and Du Mu pulled her aside, saying that she thought she would come back alone, and cook whatever she wanted. But when Jingming came, he still had to kill a chicken.

Du Ruo said "Oh" and went out to the chicken pen to catch the chicken.

Jing Ming was standing in the patio, looking curiously at the wooden windows of the low building. In a blink of an eye, he saw Du Ruo walking past a bare chicken. He walked with her into the stove room with a sullen expression.

She went to the stove, cut the chicken into small pieces, threw it into the boiling water, and smashed it with her fingers. She quickly peeled a bunch of green onions, ginger, and quickly washed out the potato fungus daylily. Remove the good chicken noodles, re-boil the pan, stir-fry with soy sauce and vinegar, and add various condiments. Soon a yellow pheasant will be ready. She fired a few more side dishes.

The meal was served and four people sat around the table.

Du mother murmured in dialect and asked Du Ruo whether Jing Ming would abandon the food at home. But he seemed to have a good appetite, and half of the yellow pheasant was eaten by him.

After eating, Du Ruo heated him and let him shower. She cleaned the dishes, cleaned the table in his room, and made him a bed.

Jing Ming walked to the door after taking a shower and saw her kneeling on the bed and stroking the sheets. The girl's hand was small and white, and she wiped the wrinkled bed sheet with a little bit of smearing, the corners were closed, and she patted the pillow with satisfaction to make it soft.

When he was done, he got up on the bed and hung up a mosquito net.

She lifted her head and just raised her arms. She felt the bedboard sink and someone approached behind her. The next second, his arms came closer, took the rope in her hand, and tied it to the ring.

Du Ruo was encircled in his arms, and his sudden heartbeat accelerated. The breath he exhaled was hot and humid, and fell on her ears. She was itchy and fidgety, wondering what to do.

He tied the rope slowly and turned to tie the other three corners.

The bed board shook gently as he walked, her face was hot, and she was a little unstable. She sat down and slipped to the bed, slipped out of the bed, and stood for a while, waiting for him to hang the mosquito net. I don't know what to say.

He said first, "You go to bed early. It's a tired day."

"……Ok."

After all, both mother and grandmother are at home, so it is inconvenient to stay.

Du Ruo slowly walked out, closed the door, and put his breath on his banging chest.

She went back to her mother's bed and fell asleep.

Mom was still nervous: "How come he suddenly came to our house?"

Du Ruo vaguely said: "Aunt Mingyi let him see you."

"What do I look good for? I'm almost ready."

"Don't worry about that much, sleep."

My mother was still worried: "There is no delicious food at home, and the bazaar has just passed. If you said earlier, I should buy some beef and mutton to come back."

Du Ruo did not squeak, turned over and fell asleep early.

But he was always confused, always feeling that his mother got up and came back, and then got up and came back, until the cockles dawn.

Mother sighed a long time, and Du Ruo also woke up: "What are you doing, tossing all night."

The mother said sadly: "The home is too shabby, he must not be used to living."

Du Ruo complained, "Can you stop thinking so much?"

"I didn't think much. He didn't sleep all night. In the middle of the night, he sat outside for a long time."

Du Ruo hesitated.