The next day, Ning Zhiyuan, as usual, went to break the bud valley on the slope with his father early in the morning. The crops in the hilly areas are relatively late-maturing, and the golden patches of buds in the mountains and fields are like an oil painting of the autumn harvest. Many years later, when he returned to his hometown, he never saw the beauty in his memory again, but the scene of farming as material was never blurred.

The prickly bud leaves made Ning Zhiyuan the most unbearable, although he had been doing farm work since he was a child, his skin was prone to allergies, and he had red bumps all over his body, which made people itch and panic. He carried a hundred and twenty pounds of bud grain and walked down the slope cautiously. Carrying the burden is a physical work is also a technical work, to grasp the rope with both hands, to prevent the basket from swaying, otherwise it is easy to hold the flat shoulder slip, can only let the basket in front of the body one after the other, but do not hinder the road, the mountain road is very narrow, a little careless will slide down the cliff.

Halfway up the slope, he put down his burden and rested, after all, he was still young and had a hard time picking up. At this time, Uncle Changfu walked down with two larger baskets of bud valleys, and saw Ning Zhiyuan and said, yo, Mr. pick bud valleys. Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly stood up and greeted, Uncle Changfu. Uncle Changfu stood up and said, "Third child, I haven't gone to school yet, help your parents do some work, the day before yesterday I saw your father holding his stomach, and the sweat was dripping. When Ning Zhiyuan heard about it, he hurriedly picked up the burden and walked home.

Walking into the stove room, he asked Zhiyuan's mother, who was making breakfast, our father was so annoyed when he was sick. Zhiyuan's mother looked up at him, didn't make a sound, and lowered her head to add some firewood to the stove. Ning Zhiyuan asked a few more times, and Zhiyuan's mother raised her head and said gloomily, not long ago, your father went to the county hospital for three days, and you were taking the exam at that time, for fear of affecting you. Ning Zhiyuan was anxious and asked, what is Dad's illness? Zhiyuan's mother said that the doctor said that it was a stomach problem, so let your father eat more porridge, prescribe more painkillers, and take a few pills when it hurts.

Back in the field on the slope, Ning Zhiyuan saw his father with a bud in his hand, which he ripped down with a snap and threw it into the basket. Looking at the back of his father's labor, Ning Zhiyuan secretly vowed that he must let his parents live a good life.

Being admitted to school is a great joy in the countryside. In the evening, my uncle from the same village, as well as several other teachers who taught in my father's village, brought vegetables, rice noodles, pears and fruits to congratulate them. Several aunts helped Zhiyuan's mother cook in the stove room, five tables of meals are not a trivial matter, and the farmer family has a large amount of food and needs a lot of ingredients. Five tables of eight immortals were laid out in a row in the courtyard, and a bottle of wine was placed on each table. According to the etiquette taught by his father, Ning Zhiyuan toasted the visitors one by one and said words of thanks.

Suddenly, Ning Zhiyuan heard someone shouting his name loudly and hurriedly ran out. It turned out to be a junior high school classmate, friends Zhang Mingcan, Xu Shengsheng, Hu Guyue and two girls, one is Lan Xin and the other is Ye Meng. Ning Zhiyuan happily ran up, hugged his dead friend, and then greeted the two girls with a red face, leading everyone into the courtyard.

Ning Jiaxun is the protagonist tonight, sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, his face is full of red light, Ning Zhiyuan has never seen his father so happy. The people who congratulated him came to toast one by one, but Ning Jiaxun didn't drink, and responded one by one with boiling water, saying kind words.

Several classmates sat around a table, Ning Zhiyuan kicked Zhang Mingcan, and asked in a low voice, why did you bring the girl, you see my mother has glanced at it several times. Zhang Mingcan laughed and said, they are coming by themselves, which one does the aunt think is suitable to be a daughter-in-law. Ning Zhiyuan suppressed his throat and said, get out.

Ning Zhiyuan came back from a toast and felt a little dizzy, so he took the dishes and ate them. Zhang Mingcan pushed Lan Xin and said, pay more respect to Yuanwa, there will be fewer meetings in the future. Lan Xin stood up, her face turned even redder, straightened her short hair, picked up her wine glass and said, Zhiyuan, congratulations. He quickly stood up and said, no, no, thank you, thank you. Then drink it all. Ye Mengyue came over and said, I hope that Zhiyuan will have a bright future for you. Ning Zhiyuan still replied incoherently, no, no, thank you, thank you. Zhang Mingcan, Hu Guyue, and Xu Shengsheng squeezed each other's eyes and smiled.

Zhang Mingcan's grades were not good, and his family asked him to study in the county vocational high school; Xu Shengsheng's father is the deputy head of the township, and he has been arranged to be a temporary employee in the family planning office; Hu Guyue opened a restaurant at home and began to learn to cook; Ye Meng was admitted to the county No. 1 middle school; Lan Xin always smiled and didn't say where to study.

At the end of the banquet, the guests dispersed one after another, and only a few aunts were helping to clean up the dishes. Ning Zhiyuan and his four classmates circled in the courtyard, and put a stool in the middle to make a pot of tea. The tea was brought back by my father from my father in the provincial capital, and it was particularly fragrant. The two girls were not used to drinking tea, so Zhiyuan's mother picked a few pears and peeled them round and clear. Lan Xin said, Auntie, this pear is so sweet. Zhiyuan's mother said, then you eat more, there are still on the tree, you can pick it at any time. Ye Meng tugged at the corner of Lan Xin's clothes and said, you just stay and eat forever. Lan Xin bounced up all of a sudden, reached out to twist Ye Meng's cheek, Ye Meng laughed and jumped away, and the two girls were chasing each other in the courtyard. Ning Zhiyuan turned his head and saw Zhiyuan's mother looking at them from a distance with a kind face.

Zhang Mingcan proposed that he would not leave tonight, play all night, and leave tomorrow morning. Everyone agreed. Ning Zhiyuan took out a poker racket and suggested that everyone play to upgrade. Lan Xin said, I won't just watch and cheer. Ning Zhiyuan also said, I am the master's family, so I will add water to everyone. The remaining four people will play in pairs.

The silent night of the mountain village became more empty because of the cheers of several teenagers from time to time. Lan Xin raised his eyes to look at Ning Zhiyuan opposite, and just as he also looked over, the two eyes accidentally collided in the air, and they moved away in an instant. Ning Zhiyuan felt his heart pounding violently. After a while, Lan Xin said, Ye Meng, you accompany me to the toilet. Xu Shengsheng said, at a critical juncture, Ye Meng can't find it, Yuanwa will accompany you. Ning Zhiyuan stood up a little embarrassed, looked at Lan Xin with a crimson face and said, If you want it, I'll show you the way. Lan Xin stood up cowardly, pinched Ye Meng, and said okay.

The conditions of the toilets in the countryside are relatively poor, and Ning Zhiyuan feels embarrassed. Judging from the dress, Lanxin is in good condition and should be a little exquisite. Ning Zhiyuan went to the toilet with a flashlight to take a look, then came out and handed the flashlight to Lan Xin, saying, I'll wait for you outside, don't be afraid. When Lan Xin reached out to catch the flashlight, he touched his hand, and Ning Zhiyuan's heart beat even harder. Lan Xin took the flashlight, glanced at him, and walked into the toilet in broken steps.

On the way back to Yuanba, Ning Zhiyuan asked in a low voice, Lan Xin, which school do you go to study? Lan Xin replied softly, Qiuchuan Provincial No. 2 Middle School, my dad has been transferred back to the provincial capital. After a pause, he said, don't tell them. Ning Zhiyuan said, I hope you will be admitted to the ideal university. Lan Xin hummed and walked back to the table and sat down.

As the light came, everyone fell asleep on the table as if they were reading.