Capítulo 1761: Chapter 1618: Your Eyes
Thin skin and crisp pulp, bright red waterlon.
A unique, fresh fragrance accompanies it as it is presented on the coffee table. Despite the disdain for the forty-one yuan per kilo price, big brother and sister-in-law can’t help but reach for a piece first.
Then one bite is taken, and their eyes widen in surprise.
Mrs. Wu sighs, “This waterlon is so delicious! If I had known, I would have waited for your father to co ho and eat it together at noon.”
She initially thought it strange to pay so much per kilo, so she cut it casually!
Brother-in-law and the kids are eating without raising their heads, saying: “Isn’t there another one? We’ll cut it up and eat it together when Dad cos ho!”
The nephew adds wistfully, “This waterlon is so delicious, I want to hold and eat half of it…”
Sister-in-law, doting on the child, says at this mont, “Wait for Grandpa to co back, and you can let Grandpa share half with you—this waterlon is so tasty, it might really be worth 40 yuan a kilo!”
“Wu Fang, before you said your company is a farm, is this waterlon from your farm?”
Wu Fang nods.
Big brother gets excited imdiately, “No wonder they are willing to pay you a salary. So while you’re doing security work, aren’t you looking after the waterlon fields?”
Wu Fang: “…Pretty much.”
Big brother perks up, “With the waterlon tasting this good, your boss must be making a lot of money each year, right? Didn’t you say there are your forr comrades in the Security Team? Watching the waterlon fields every day, have you not thought about secretly shifting a batch?”
Wu Fang frowns.
Big brother continues, “You’re still disconnected from society. The guys watching the gates at the construction site would sneak out a couple of steel pipes, right? Shifting a few waterlons isn’t a big deal!”
“If it really sells for 40 yuan a kilo, you could shift 10 or 8 in a night and have half a month’s pay covered.”
“Working in society, you can’t be too rigid.”
“Why are you clinging to that fifty thousand yuan dead salary?”
Mrs. Wu hesitates for a mont beside him, “His salary is quite high. If he’s found out and gets fired, it’s not worth it.”
Big brother laughs, “My brother! Disabled veteran! They can’t hire a healthy person for five thousand yuan? Why hire him? Just to occupy a tax-avoidance spot for subsidies, that’s all.”
“Besides, if fired, isn’t that embarrassing? Doesn’t the company care about its reputation?”
“If he’s really let go, he can still find security work back in our urban area. This work isn’t rare, as long as you have subsidies every year, you’ll manage sohow.”
Wu Fang remains silent, shoveling the last piece of waterlon into his mouth.
Then he washes his hands, wipes his mouth, and looks at big brother seriously:
“Even if a waterlon sells for 200 yuan, stealing a few would probably land
in jail. Brother, you don’t care if the children fail their political review in the future, nor care about them hearing such talk?”
The nephew, cherishing his waterlon, looks up at him:
“Uncle, did my dad ask you to steal waterlon?”
Silence engulfs the room.
A mont later, sister-in-law hurriedly says: “No, your dad and uncle are talking about a ga; they’re going to play a waterlon-stealing ga later.”
“Oh.” The nephew nods and looks down again, “Then I want to play in the canyon.”
Big brother quickly laughs again: “See, you’re being serious; I was casually saying sothing, not really asking you to do it.”
Wu Fang stays silent, handing the braised pork, tea leaves, and rice dumplings he brought back to Mrs. Wu, saying, “These are given for free at the Dragon Boat Festival canteen. I brought them back for you to taste; let’s cook them all for lunch.”
The items look quite ordinary, and Mrs. Wu doesn’t refuse, boiling the dumplings and soaking the tea leaves in a large kettle—
As the fragrance wafts out, she instantly regrets it: “The tea leaves have such great markings, I should have saved them for your dad!”
When Mr. Wu returns, and the pot’s braised pork emits an irresistible aroma, the family is speechless.
Then there are the dumplings…
In short, gifts worth a few thousand yuan are consud in a single al, ticulously planned by Wu Fang.
Due to his rigorous daily training, his appetite is the best in the family, accounting for one-third of the al’s content with five adults and a child, leaving the remaining four with just an empty pot.
The family is regretful, “How could we have eaten it all in one al…”
Wu Fang brushes it off, “It’s made in the canteen; no need to treasure it like that, we’ve eaten it, it’s done.”
Sister-in-law is shocked, “You eat this every day?!”
Wu Fang replies with a nod.
Big brother is sowhat restless:
“What kind of company is this, giving the employees such food? Wu Fang, have you ever thought about secretly shifting so ingredients? Open a restaurant with these, and that one at dumpling alone could sell for thirty to fifty yuan.”
Wu Fang shakes his head, “No need, we eat this every day; why bother with scheming?”
“als and accommodation are provided, along with workwear and shoes, day-to-day expenses are minimal, no need to worry about earning much more.”
Casually saying this, he excuses himself, feeling tired, returns to his room to rest, stares at the ceiling, thinking about big brother’s incredulity and evident jealousy and resentnt, while pondering:
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the farm is busy, can I delay returning?
And during the New Year, just co back and stay for three days, is that okay?
…
The employees’ Dragon Boat Festival holidays were filled with both bitterness and joy, yet for Qiaoqiao, life now is very happy, every day is different.
At this mont, as the sunset reflects off the riverside beach like scattered gold leaf.
The lush reeds and growing sweet cane and sorghum sway gently in the wind, the pasture also becos lusher.
Qiaoqiao, Chen Chi, and Yang Zhengxi, wearing the sa school uniform, squat on the grass, each holding a round little puppy not yet a month old, smiling brightly into the cara.
Lun Chuan, as the photographer, is carefully adjusting the cara settings, then with a few clicks, capturing the scene.
Looking at the results, he hands the cara to Song Tan beside him: “The vibrancy of youth!”
Song Tan raises an eyebrow: “My face should look youthful as well.”
Lun Chuan places his warm palm over her eyes: “You’re different, there’s a story in your eyes, it’s hard to have that youthful air anymore.”
Song Tan is surprised, can’t help but press his palm with her hand, her lashes brush against his hot palm: “Do my eyes look old and haggard?”
Lun Chuan applies slight pressure.
“No.”
“Eyes aged and haggard hold no vitality, shrouded in lancholy, surrounded by negative fields… Interacting with such people is exhausting.”
“Because you don’t receive love, and the love given isn’t well perceived or accepted… As they say now, such people haven’t learned to love themselves well and thus lack the ability to love others.”
“But you’re different.”
“Through your eyes, exploring your ntal world feels like having gone through much but still retaining love, then polished again…”
It’s unique, to the point that he couldn’t forget upon their first eting.
However, after staying a while with Lao Song’s family, he realized it might be due to her parents.
Though in a rural setting, not adept at expressing love directly, Song Sancheng and Wu Lan unreservedly support their children, an exceedingly rare happiness.
Perhaps, Tantan has always retained this love, maturing alone until now.
He smiles: “Your eyes… hold mysterious stories, firm beliefs, and imnse confidence.”
“Not old, nor haggard, just whenever you look at
seriously, I can’t help but want to explore more.”
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