Chapter 60 The Cold War Ends
Su Qing sat on the edge of the bed, her mood like an overturned bottle of five flavors, a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.
The moonlight shone through the window, onto her pale face, reflecting the tears in the corners of her eyes.
She tried hard to hold back her tears, but she couldn't control the sadness in her heart.
The good times she and Lu Xingchen once spent together came to mind. They were carefree and trusted each other, as if the whole world was their paradise.
They had laughed and talked under the peach trees in spring, made promises under the starry sky on summer nights, strolled among the fallen leaves in autumn, and snuggled up to each other in the warm sun in winter.
However, the appearance of Ru Mengyun now makes everything unclear.
The more Su Qing thought about it, the angrier she became, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Just then, Lu Xingchen walked in. When he saw Su Qing's appearance, she seemed to have turned from a little silkworm into a little hedgehog, and his heart tightened.
He immediately walked to her side and comforted her softly: "Listen to my explanation, things are not what you think."
Su Qing raised her head, her eyes full of suspicion and resentment, and said coldly: "What else is there to explain? I saw her and you talking and laughing at the door. What secrets do you two have that I don't know?"
Lu Xingchen held Su Qing's shoulders and said seriously, "You misunderstood. Yes, I did save her a few years ago, but that's all. There is nothing between her and me."
Su Qing pushed Lu Xingchen's hand away, tears blurring her eyes: "That's all. She can take care of you in the hospital for half a month? Nothing? She would come all the way to find you?"
Lu Xingchen sighed, sat next to Su Qing, and slowly explained: "Ru Mengyun came here just to repay a favor. She came here today to deliver a letter to me." After that, he took out a letter from his arms. It was the letter from Kyoto that Tang Zimo mentioned last time.
After listening to Lu Xingchen's explanation, Su Qing's anger subsided a little, but she was still a little unwilling: "Then why did she appear in the silkworm room? What right does she have to show off in front of me?"
In fact, Su Qing had long forgotten the time when Ru Mengyun accompanied her in the hospital. She didn't expect that after so much time, she still missed Lu Xingchen and came to her house today.
"You think too much. She wanted you to pass the letter to me, but you ignored her." Lu Xingchen's expression was very sincere, his heart was open, and there was no deception.
Hearing this, Su Qing's mood gradually calmed down.
She looked at Lu Xingchen's sincere eyes, and the resentment in her heart dissipated. She knew that Lu Xingchen's feelings for her were real, and she was willing to believe him.
She sighed softly and said, "Okay, I believe you. But don't let me see her with you again. I don't want any more misunderstandings."
Lu Xingchen nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
Even so, there seemed to be an unspeakable barrier between the two of them, vague and hazy, but unable to be erased all at once.
As night fell, Su Qing and Lu Xingchen snuggled together under the grape trellis in the courtyard, looking at the starry sky.
The breeze blew, and the grape leaves rustled, as if telling their story.
At this moment, in the classroom of the commune night school, the sound of the villagers studying attentively is like the new green buds breaking through the soil in spring, full of vitality.
Their eyes sparkled with a desire for knowledge, as if they were looking for a ray of light in the darkness.
The candlelight flickered as the villagers sat together, listening attentively to teacher Di Jie's explanation.
Di Jie's voice was full of passion, like a willow branch in the spring breeze, gently brushing across the water, and the villagers' eyes were shining with understanding and trust.
At this moment, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and a group of villagers walked in aggressively. "You are wasting your time, the training class is just nonsense!" Ye Lingshuang stood at the front with a sneer on her face, her voice full of provocation and disdain.
Chen Ruifeng immediately ran over to report the situation at night school to Captain Lu.
Su Qing suddenly had an idea and wanted to use this opportunity to launch a direct counterattack against Ye Lingshuang's repeated provocations.
The next day, villagers gathered on the playground of the night school.
Su Qing and Lu Xingchen stood in the center, and an extraordinary practical exercise began.
Su Qing and Lu Xingchen have practiced this exercise countless times.
Su Qing had long known that Ye Lingshuang would do this, and had thought of countermeasures in advance. When Ye Lingshuang publicly questioned the uselessness of night school training, Su Qing wanted everyone to see the real effect of the training.
Of course, this is all thanks to the fact that Su Qing had worked as a self-media video blogger for a period of time in her previous life and had experience in live streaming and selling goods.
The villagers had never seen or heard of this kind of live streaming sales method before, and their curiosity and expectations were high.
Lu Xingchen acted as a backstop and Su Qing was the main lecturer. The actual training between the two of them was very harmonious, which attracted a large crowd of villagers to watch.
After this fierce operation, all the onlookers applauded in unison.
"It turns out that the training is really useful. I thought it was a waste of time before."
“Yes, we should have participated earlier so that everyone can see the effect of the training.”
"Her approach is truly innovative. I've never heard of it before. It's possible to do it this way."
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Looking at the smiles on the villagers' faces, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that the demonstration was finally a success.
As time went by, the night school training classes became more and more popular, and even villagers from the nearby production brigade came to attend.
Through learning, the villagers not only mastered new skills, but also gradually dispelled their misunderstandings about Su Qing and Lu Xingchen.
In the eyes of the villagers, Su Qing and Lu Xingchen are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also role models in their hearts.
One evening, after night school ended, Su Qing and Lu Xingchen were walking back to the courtyard together.
The moonlight shines on the two of them, creating mottled light and shadows.
"Uncle Lu, thank you for your continued support and trust." Su Qing stopped and looked at Lu Xingchen seriously.
Lu Xingchen smiled and held Su Qing’s hand: “No need to thank us between us!”
Hearing Lu Xingchen's words, Su Qing felt a warm feeling in her heart.
She knew that the cold war between them was completely over.
She snuggled gently in Lu Xingchen's arms, feeling his warmth.
Just then, the laughter and conversation of villagers were heard in the distance.
Su Qing and Lu Xingchen smiled at each other, held hands, walked shoulder to shoulder, and walked towards the courtyard together.
The two of them were holding hands in public like this, and they were bound to be pointed at by the villagers passing by.
Under the grape trellis, the moonlight is like water, we raise our cups to drink, the tea tastes sweet, and a certain feeling grows naturally.
Just like the grapes under the vine, growing quietly, sweet and firm.