My heart beats for you under the moonlight

It turns out that eating delicious food can really make people feel happy.

But Su Xian wasn't sure whether it was the delicious food that pleased her, or the joy of meeting old friends that made her unable to help herself. No matter which way it was, this was the most comfortable experience Su Xian had in the past two years.

"Brother Zuo, have you really known Xianxian before? Where did you meet?"

It was rare that Lu Xiran could still resist the temptation of delicious food and ask such an afterthought question with a clear mind.

This question also touched Ren Shang's heart.

The two of them looked at Zuo Yueyao in unison, looking forward to his answer.

Everyone has curiosity, and Su Xian thinks it's understandable. Even if Zuo Yueyao tells the whole story about how they met, there's nothing wrong with it, and she can accept it.

"We met during our senior year of high school when we participated in an English competition."

He lied...

Su Xian was surprised.

I feel that people like Zuo Yueyao can't lie, and they don't bother to lie.

"Oh." Lu Xiran continued to eat her meal contentedly.

"Oh shit." Ren Shang always maintained the spirit of inquiring: "He was a sophomore and she was a freshman. In high school, he was a senior. Who is her senior?"

"You are a sophomore in high school." Lu Xiran answered seriously.

"So how did you meet the senior year English competition senior year and the sophomore year?"

"That's right."

"You'd better eat steak." Ren Shang pushed the orange juice at hand: "Eat more to replenish your brain cells."

Zuo Yueyao's lie was really poor, and he looked like a novice at first glance.

Most of the steak on the plate was eaten. Su Xian put down his fork and looked out the window. It was still raining lightly when he came in, but now it is getting heavier and heavier. The occasional lightning flashes light up the sky for a moment, and soon Falling into darkness again.

Su Xian likes rain, but doesn't like the lightning and thunder. It always ruins the atmosphere of rainy days and makes people scared.

"Brother is half right." He looked at Lu Xiran and smiled at Ren Shang. This smile was three-point sad and seven-point resolute. Su Xian firmly believed that the character of the friends around Zuo Yueyao was It won't be bad.

Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. This is the truth that Su Xian has always believed in.

"When we met, he was indeed in the third year of high school and I was in the second year of high school. I did participate in English competitions, but we didn't meet at that time. When we met, it was in my hometown, a place called Heyunling. .”

Memories passed through my mind clearly, revealing the hidden story of two years ago again.

Two years ago, autumn was a fruitful season.

There is a jujube tree at the door of Su Xian's house. In autumn, the jujube tree is full of fruits. Su Xian likes to climb up the tree to pick jujubes at this time. After picking a full bag, he climbs down and pours it into the basket, waiting for the basket to be filled. When it was full, she carried the basket hummingly and delivered dates from door to door.

Because the neighbors were very friendly to her and would give her some delicious food available at home from time to time, so every time at this time, Su Xian would happily give back the dates from their trees.

On this day, Su Xian climbed up a tree and found a thick trunk to stand on, humming an off-key song. He was planning to send the basket to whose home he would send it first when the basket was full. Suddenly he saw his father running home from a distance. Come here, waving as you run.

Su Xian ignored him. She couldn't understand her father's behavior anyway.

When he ran to the tree, he looked up and saw Su Xian on the tree, panting: "Come down quickly, the village committee will let you go."

"I'm not going." Su Xian thought to herself that it was probably Uncle Zhao who asked her to get eggs or something. She just got them a few days ago and she was embarrassed.

"There are people from outside, saying they are here to inspect our village. I heard that after the inspection is completed, they will help us get rid of poverty. Your Uncle Zhao said that you are the most capable in the village now, so he asked you to accompany him."

"Where do I know what to say to others? I won't go."

"Hey, you damn girl, you are a stubborn ass and don't know what to do with others. When you get there, tell them more about our family's situation. Maybe others will see our family like this and they can subsidize it more."

When Su Xian heard this, he didn't even want to go.

Although she had just turned sixteen, she already knew etiquette, justice and shame, and her youngest daughter's self-esteem gradually made her feel that she should be more decent in front of others.

It was not until later that Su Xian understood that in the face of reality, his self-esteem would be shattered to pieces.

After dawdling for a long time, Su Xian remained hanging on the jujube tree that she missed so much. She looked at her father who was looking for tools under the tree to prepare for a tough battle, and then climbed up quietly.

"Hello."

The unfamiliar voice made Su Changlin stop searching, and he felt a little at a loss when looking at the glamorous person.

"Are you Brother Su Changlin?" The woman's voice was kind and approachable: "I am Zhou Ling, from the Poverty Alleviation Office."

"Oh, okay, please sit down, please sit down quickly." Zhou Ling looked like an educated city dweller at first glance, exuding the light of knowledge from top to bottom. In fact, Su Xian thought of it when he saw Zhou Ling for the first time. My mother, if God had given her a chance, she would have been as good as the aunt in front of me.

"Girl, what are you doing? There are guests at home, come down quickly."

Uncle Zhao, who never gets angry, successfully persuaded Su Xian. Su Xian hooked up her slippers and was about to move down when she heard Uncle Zhao remind her: "Why is this girl still wearing slippers on the tree? Slow down and step on it." If you go down any further, be careful if you fall."

Regarding Su Changlin's disregard, Su Xian felt that Uncle Zhao was like her parent.

Su Xian turned her head, wanting to reassure Uncle Zhao not to worry, and then saw someone standing next to Uncle Zhao, a boy, standing directly below her.

A shiny white sweater, a pair of gray-black jeans, a pair of muddy white sneakers on his feet, a tall figure, shiny black hair, and a pair of beautiful lips that are slowly curved.

The boy looked up at her actions, as if he was admiring some scenery, with great interest.

Su Xian pretended to be natural and climbed down carefully with her butt raised.

It's already quite embarrassing. If she falls to pieces again, there's really no place for her old face to rest.

After landing, Su Xian patted the mud on his butt, put down his rolled-up trouser legs, and then cleared his throat: "I'll send the dates."

After saying that, she was about to run away. Uncle Zhao grabbed her and said, "I will help you deliver the dates. Secretary Zhou wants to walk around the village. You are good at eloquence, so I will accompany you."

Su Xian thought: My eloquence is limited to reciting the opening speech according to the written manuscript at the school's opening ceremony.

But Uncle Zhao did not give her a chance to escape and pulled her in front of Zhou Ling: "Secretary Zhou, this is the daughter I mentioned to you. She is smart, good at studying, sensible, liked by everyone in the village, and can speak well. Let this daughter Show you around."

Zhou Ling's gaze rested on Su Xian, and his non-discriminatory smile made Su Xian's first impression of her particularly good.

Zhou Ling took off the leaves from Su Xian's head and touched the top of Su Xian's head: "I heard Village Chief Zhao praising you all the way here. It makes me want to come and see what it's like." My child can be praised so highly by Village Chief Zhao. He is indeed a good child. Come, let me introduce him to you."

The good-looking boy came closer.

"This is my son, Zuo Yueyao."

"Hello, uncle." The good-looking boy greeted her with a smile: "Hello."

"This time during the National Day holiday, I will take him out to experience life and see the world. If any trouble comes to you, please bear with me."

Look, a cultured person is a cultured person. This is true, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The corner of Su Xian's mouth twitched, feeling that the word "seeing the world" was too understated. There was no place in their small mountain village where people could see the world, and she even wanted to go outside to take a look.

Zhou Ling rejected Uncle Zhao's proposal to arrange for them to stay in a hotel in the town. Firstly, the distance between the village and the town was very long and it was inconvenient. Secondly, Zhou Ling said that only by living in Heyunling could they really I really feel the need here.

So Uncle Zhao arranged for them to stay at the guest house in the village.

It is said to be a house, but in fact it is just a tile-roofed house, right next to the village committee office. Fortunately, they are a mother and son, so they don't care. It is rare for them to be easy to talk to.

Zhou Ling wanted to see the crops, and Uncle Zhao asked Su Xian to take him there. Zhou Ling said, "Let the children stay here for a while and get to know each other."

So in the end, Uncle Zhao and Zhou Changlin accompanied Zhou Ling to see the crops. Su Xian felt that his father was rarely positive for a moment.

Su Xian knelt down and pulled the dates from the basket. Zuo Yueyao stood behind her and watched her pull the dates. Neither of them spoke.

Su Xian pulled out what she thought was the biggest date, turned her head and looked up at the tall man with difficulty, then spread her palms: "Do you want to eat it?"

This is the way of hospitality that Su Xian learned from the people in the village. No matter who comes, there is no mistake in serving tea and water and getting delicious food.

There is nothing good in Su Xian's house, the only thing he has is this jujube.

Zuo Yueyao looked at her condescendingly and smiled, showing a row of white teeth. He reached out to pick it up, but Su Xian quickly took it back, ran to wash it in the water, and then put the dates on Zuo Yueyao's head. In the palm of your hand.

The dates were crunchy and much sweeter than expected. After Zuo Yueyao finished one, Su Xian handed over another washed one.

After going back and forth, Zuo Yueyao ate ten dates in a row before rejecting her kindness again. It seemed that there was no need to eat dinner today.

He looked at Su Xian, who clearly had the childishness and cuteness of a girl, but also looked exactly like a boy.

"My name is Zuo Yueyao." He introduced himself.

"I know, your mother just said that."

"Your name is Su Xian?"

"Ah."

"How old are you?"

"sixteen."

"We are the same age."

"Are you in your second year of high school too?" The integration between peers always seemed so natural, and Su Xian couldn't help but start chatting.

"High school senior."

Su Xian almost counted on his fingers.

"I skipped a grade in elementary school."

Ok.

Su Xian divided the dates into several bags, tied them up, and put them back into the basket, so that they would be easier to pick up when giving them to the neighbors later.