Chapter 169 Winning the Prize

Chapter 169 Winning the Prize

The next day, Ye's father knocked on the door at eight o'clock to ask Ye Zhenzhen to get up and have breakfast.

Ye Zhenzhen yawned, got up obediently, washed, and when she sat at the dining table, she glanced out the window.

The sky was hazy, like the flickering snow noise on an old TV.

The working hours in my hometown are different from those in the mainland. The working hours are 10 o'clock, the lunch break is from 2 to 4 o'clock, and the working hours are 8 o'clock.

It doesn’t get dark until ten o’clock at night.

Father Ye drank soy milk and ate steamed buns without saying a word. It was estimated that he had already said all the scolding he needed to say last night.

Ye Zhenzhen took a sip of nut soy milk, held the cup with both hands, and looked at Ye's father as if nothing had happened. Ye's father looked a little better than yesterday.

She cleared her throat and made small talk: "Dad, the soy milk made from nuts in my hometown is really delicious."

Father Ye responded in a dull voice and ignored her.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't know what to say, so she had to lower her head to look at her phone.

The father and daughter were silent at the same time, with nothing to say for a while.

After drinking the soy milk, Father Ye sighed and said, "I prepared two boxes of nuts for you. There is not much in the countryside, but there are a lot of these local specialties."

"Go back after dinner. You were determined to stay in Yuncheng. Go back and live a good life with Xiaowen. You have to burn a lot of incense to have the life you have now. People should learn to be content."

In fact, when she married Wen Baijing, the old couple of the Ye family did not fully agree. They also understood the principle of swallowing a needle when marrying into a family. Ye Zhenzhen had made some money in the past few years, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the Wen family. Especially at the wedding, no relatives from the Wen family attended. The Ye couple understood everything. Their daughter was not recognized by the Wen family from beginning to end.

But at that time they acted first and asked for permission later, and Ye Zhenzhen was already 30 years old, and it was impossible for the Ye couple to let their daughter get a divorce certificate again.

Without waiting for her to express her opinion, Ye's father finished speaking, stood up and walked out of the house, went to the warehouse, picked up a hoe and went to the fields to do farm work.

Ye Zhenzhen and her brother asked their father to go to Yuncheng to retire very early on, and not to work so hard. However, their father said that this was his roots, and he didn't want to live away from home at his age.

That day, Ye Zhenzhen went back to her alma mater. She studied in the same school from kindergarten to high school. Many of her classmates returned to her alma mater to teach after graduation. She contacted her classmates and asked them to take her to the school to have a look.

Her old classmate Zhao Ting is from the same village as her and now works as a Chinese teacher in a junior high school.

Many classmates left their hometown and went to other places. There were not many classmates who stayed in their hometown to work and kept in touch with Ye Zhenzhen. Zhao Ting was her skipping rope partner since childhood.

Ye Zhenzhen arrived at her alma mater on time during lunch break. Zhao Ting told the security guard at the gate that these were students who graduated from our school and they came back to visit their alma mater today.

The two chatted about interesting things from their childhood and talked about the retired principal and class teacher.

Carefree students passed by them, full of vigor, lively and in the prime of life. These children deserve all the beautiful words.

Students passing by would occasionally greet Zhao Ting. She would adjust her black-framed glasses and say with a smile, "You who have left the country return to your alma mater out of sentiment. We who stay in your hometown sometimes envy you."

The students who were playing around accidentally bumped into Ye Zhenzhen and said sorry to her with a smile. A group of students looked at this unfamiliar face curiously.

Facing the lively and energetic smiling faces, Ye Zhenzhen's steps became lighter. She smiled and said, "These children are the best. Life has infinite possibilities and aspirations."

Zhao Ting nodded: "Yes." Then she pointed and said: "Look at that child, does he look like our class monitor?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked in the direction her finger pointed and recognized the student at a glance. He looked exactly like his father.

"He really looks like his father. I didn't expect the monitor's child to be this big."

Zhao Ting echoed, "Time is not forgiving. Didn't you get married at the beginning of the year? You should hurry up."

Then he asked, "You have been doing well these years, haven't you? I heard that you and your brother stayed in Jiangnan. You are amazing."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and shook her head, saying that the revolutionary history was too pretentious and that it was too tasteless to be complacent and show off.

Standing under the century-old apricot tree, the apricot blossoms remain the same rouge color, and the wind blows like snow.

Zhao Ting told her a story under the apricot tree.

Two years ago in the spring, someone donated one million to the school anonymously. The donor came to the school and specifically asked, "Is the century-old apricot tree still there on the old campus? Can I take him to see it?"

Zhao Ting smiled and said: "I didn't expect this apricot tree also has fans."

Ye Zhenzhen raised her head. The pink apricot blossoms looked like the pretty smiling faces of young girls. Her eyes were filled with light pink smiles.

The fragrance of flowers sticks to my clothes.

Before I knew it, apricot blossoms were blowing all over my head.

Zhao Ting said: "The donor was very strange. He looked at the graduation photos of previous years of the school and specifically asked for our graduation photos from elementary school to high school."

"It is said that the donor is a wealthy businessman. Do you think there is any story behind this?"

Ye Zhenzhen said casually: "Maybe it's the sentiment of rich people."

Many students came to take photos under the apricot tree, their smiling faces were bright and sunny.

Ye Zhenzhen and Zhao Ting stepped aside and looked at the students posing in front of the camera, both of them a little dazed.

This apricot tree has witnessed countless students, countless youth and possibilities.

"You just blinked, try again..."

"Come over here, take a few more pictures from a different angle..."

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"I will accompany you back to your alma mater... Don't blink when you stand under the apricot tree..."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled faintly and subconsciously stroked her belly.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Ting, Ye Zhenzhen drove her father's electric car to the small desert of her childhood.

She walked up the sand, one step deep and one step shallow. Soon her shoes were filled with sand that hurt her feet. Ye Zhenzhen took off her shoes, held them in her hands, and continued to climb up the warm sand.

Suddenly, strong winds blew everywhere, fine sand blinded my eyes, the sky and the earth became dim, my vision was blurred, the only sound was the whistling wind passing by my ears, and the strong wind lifted up the hem of my skirt, making a rustling sound.

When she reached the top of the desert, she sat for a long time with her knees hugged.

The first thirty years of my life kept playing, flashing by like a slide show. At first glance, the people in those clips seemed a little unfamiliar.

The slideshow was gradually slowed down in 2012, playing frame by frame.

Since that year, someone has been protecting her and accompanying her step by step in her growth. If she could live her life again and she had never met Wen Baijing, would she have everything she has today?

In the vast sky and earth, the wind gradually died down, the sun was warm, the sand was fine and soft, and people were also warmed.

Ye Zhenzhen took out her cell phone and prepared to take a photo as a souvenir.

The screen showed that Ye Mao was calling, and Ye Zhenzhen hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Zhenzhen stood up. She was barefoot, with her arms outstretched and her head raised, and she walked briskly in the desert.

The wind blew through her hair, and the white hem of her skirt fluttered slightly at her ankles. Her entire body was bathed in gold, and even the tiny hairs on her face turned bright golden.

Ye Zhenzhen turned around lightly and hummed a tune unconsciously.

"I hope the person I love is healthy and kind..."

Her wind-blown hair was swaying, and so was her singing.

Ye Zhenzhen has smiling eyes, white teeth and a graceful figure. She turns her skirt, like a lotus blooming in the boundless sea of ​​sand.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

Wen Baijing was standing not far away, holding his custom-made leather shoes. He was tall and straight, still looking dignified, and looked at her tenderly.

Seeing her turn around, Wen Baijing opened his arms to her. Ye Zhenzhen suddenly froze, her smile faded little by little, her heart felt sour, and mist formed in her eyes.

He seemed to have always been behind her, protecting her silently from the first time they met until today, never asking for credit or reward, and never boasting.

She has always been the one who feels wronged and sad. Along the way, the pressure and pain he has endured are only greater than hers.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly had an idea in her mind, and two words appeared in her mind - cherish. It was as if a breeze blew away the fog. She was instantly relieved and ran towards Wen Baijing with a smile.

She happily threw herself into Wen Baijing's arms, unable to conceal her joy in her words: "Why are you here?"

Wen Baijing's shoes slipped from his hands and rolled in the sand, splashing tiny grains of sand, which playfully drilled into his shoes.

"Am I too late?" Wen Baijing hugged her tightly and said, "It's my fault, Zhenzhen. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I was worried that you would be sad after you knew it."

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, a little embarrassed: "I understand in my heart, I'm just a little hypocritical."

Wen Baijing held her face in his hands and promised very seriously: "I won't hide anything from you in the future, okay?"

Ye Zhenzhen's face was full of smiles: "Okay."

Wen Baijing gently brushed the hair away from her eyes, his eyes were burning, and his voice was sincere: "Zhenzhen, I'm sorry, it's my fault, you have suffered too much for me."

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were as clear as spring water: "I don't feel wronged. You taught me a lot and taught me how to make a living. I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Wen Baijing was amused, raised his eyebrows, and said with a bit of reluctance and doting: "Is gratitude all you have for me?"

"Love me more." Ye Zhenzhen stood on tiptoe, moved close to his lips, and whispered.

Wen Baijing couldn't believe it and whispered to her to confirm. Seeing her nod with great certainty, her expression was as if she had won a lottery. He suddenly laughed out loud and picked her up and kept spinning around.

Under the setting sun, their laughter was carried by the wind, drifting towards the village with curling smoke, and flying towards the setting sun on the long river.

"I won't make you angry anymore. It's too far to chase you back to your parents' home."

"Are you not trying to make me angry because my mother's home is far away?"

"Not making you angry is the point."

"You think my parents' home is too far and too troublesome, right?"

"Ye Zhenzhen, I only have one wish, I hope my child's IQ will be like mine."

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Wen Baijing put her down, carefully helped her stand, and explained under breath: "I'm afraid that my child will be deceived when he grows up."

Ye Zhenzhen grabbed his tie and pulled him in front of her: "After all this talk, you still think I'm stupid, right?"

Wen Baijing raised his hands in surrender and coaxed her with a smile: "It's good that the child looks like you. He must be very beautiful."

Before she could react, Wen Baijing embraced her and cleverly changed the subject, saying with a smile, "Why don't you teach me a few words of the minority language?"

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were clear and bright. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly, "Mansni Soiman."

Wen Baijing blinked his eyes inquiringly and asked humbly: "Mansnisuo... Yiman? What does it mean?"

"Wen Baijing, you are the place where I can feel at peace in this life."

"Ye Zhenzhen, I still want to be your hometown in my next life."

The sunset was as brilliant as an oil painting. They leaned against each other, gazing into the distance, blending together into the spring evening outside the Great Wall.

The wind stopped completely, and grains of sand slowly fell from the sky, emitting golden light and shining brightly.

The fine sand scattered and piled up into a sea, until the dust settled, and your feet sank into the warm and soft sand. Tens of thousands of golden elves lay at your feet and blinked.