The news of another car arriving at the Chen Family spread quickly through the village. Curious villagers once again gathered outside the Chen Family compound.
They watched in awe as a young man unloaded a box-shaped object from the car. Those more knowledgeable murmured in hushed tones, "It's a television!"
A ripple of astonishnt swept through the crowd.
It was a re twelve-inch television, with a black and white picture, but it was soon carried inside the house. Yet, even this small television created quite a stir.
The Chen Family's television beca the talk of the town.
Apart from the television and a box of books, Zhang Xuyun also brought a bicycle, another rare curiosity, though Jiang Yan showed little interest in it.
However, Zhang Xuyun eyed her with an amused, almost dangerous smile playing on his lips and said slowly, "Cousin has co to live in the countryside, but can't even ride a bicycle?"
This was a jab at her frail physique, suggesting she should ride to exercise.
Jiang Yan could have refused, but she wanted to complete her tasks and return to the city to enjoy the opera and music, so she humored him.
Thus, with Jiang Yan's reluctant agreent, Zhang Xuyun taught his cousin to ride the bicycle in the courtyard of their ancestral ho.
The bicycle's design differed slightly from modern ones, but the overall concept remained the sa. Soon enough, Zhang Xuyun let go, and Jiang Yan rode circles around the persimmon tree.
Word had spread that soone had arrived at the Chen Family, so after school, Tian Zhennian didn't visit. Once he finished his howork, he climbed onto his family's wall and saw Jiang Yan, clad in a white cotton jacket, her black hair braided at the nape of her neck, eyes as enchanting as a painting, riding a bicycle in the courtyard.
Too young to understand many things, Tian Zhennian nonetheless recognized beauty in the sight of Miss Chen Jiang Yan. She was exquisite and delicate, a striking contrast to the dusty village, a vision of beauty that seed out of place.
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Originally ant to teach his cousin to ride, Zhang Xuyun soon beca redundant as Jiang Yan quickly claid she had mastered the skill.
Watching her circle the tree, he pondered for a mont, then as she passed by, he grabbed the bicycle's rear seat, forcing it to a halt.
Jiang Yan steadied herself with one foot on the ground, perplexed, when she heard his shaless request, "Cousin, give a ride too. Let experience being carried for once in my life."
"Cousin, I've only just learned..." Jiang Yan demurred weakly.
But Zhang Xuyun pushed his audacity to the limit, "Cousin is so quick to learn, carrying soone should be no trouble at all."
Before Jiang Yan could respond, he blocked her path, "I've been so good to you, cousin. Are you ungrateful and uncaring, unable to see my kindness?"
Bombarded by his smooth words, Jiang Yan had no choice but to agree.
However, Jiang Yan was too slight, while Zhang Xuyun was a grown man, their weight difference far too great. When he sat too far back, the bicycle's front wheel lifted off the ground.
Jiang Yan cried out in alarm, insisting it wouldn't work.
Unfazed, Zhang Xuyun scooted forward, planted his feet on the ground, and steadied the bicycle. He shalessly urged his frail cousin to pedal.
With limited strength, Jiang Yan could barely keep the front wheel down. Zhang Xuyun walked alongside, propelling them in a wobbly circle around the tree.
As soon as they completed one lap, Jiang Yan dismounted, retreating to a safe distance, clearly unwilling to ride any further.
With his long arms, Zhang Xuyun could reach the handlebars from the rear seat. Bracing his hands there, he glanced at the flustered Jiang Yan and lowered his head, chuckling on the bicycle.
Shaken by the ordeal, Jiang Yan found his laughter nacing, as if he ant to devour her.
Whatever amused Zhang Xuyun, he laughed for a long while on that bicycle.
When he finally lifted his head, his eyes still danced with mirth. His handso features exuded a dangerous sensuality, from his arched brows to his prominent nose and reddened lips, all inviting and provocative, even in the aftermath of re laughter.
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