Before dawn, Zhou Jingrong was dug up from the bed by Xian Ge and Yayi.

She hadn't woken up yet, with a slight gasp of getting up.

Xian Ge and Yayi are both very eye-catching, carrying water with quick hands and feet, handing handkerchiefs, and taking clothes, without making a sound at all, trying to minimize the sense of existence, so as not to annoy her.

But some people are not interested.

As soon as Zhou Jingrong's clothes were put on, Fu Yunshen broke in: "Rong Niang......"

Zhou Jingrong glanced at him expressionlessly, although his gaze was fluttering, it still made Fu Yunshen's whole body chill.

Fu Yun smiled wryly: "It's up, ......."

He had wanted to be courteous and wake her up.

Zhou Jingrong cleaned up, with a black face, and followed Fu Yunshen out of the door.

Today, the Fu family is going back to Fujia Village to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony.

The ancestor worship should be in the middle of July, but now more than ten days have passed, all because of the next moon township test, in order to pray for the ancestors to bless Fu Yunshen and several other students in the clan high school, the patriarch specially asked the master to calculate the auspicious day of the zodiac, which postponed the time of ancestor worship.

Zhou Jingrong got into the carriage and found a comfortable position to sit on, planning to make up for sleep on the road.

Fu Yunshen opened the food box, filled a bowl of goat's milk and handed it to her: "Eat something to pad your stomach first, it will take a long time to worship your ancestors, and you can eat after noon." ”

After the goat's milk was boiled with almonds, there was no longer a smell, but as soon as Zhou Jingrong saw what he was eating, he suddenly felt a surge in his stomach and retched.

Zhou Jingrong ate too much raw and cold food due to the summer heat some time ago, and often stayed up late to catch up with the manuscript, resulting in a cold spleen and stomach, unable to eat in the morning, and nausea and vomiting.

Fu Yunshen hurriedly lifted the curtain and blew in a little cool morning breeze, which relieved Zhou Jingrong's discomfort.

Fu Yunshen took out a can of sour plum fruit from the food box again, and said attentively: "Eat a sour plum." ”

Zhou Jingrong just wanted to reach out to take it, but Fu Yunshen had already pinched one with his fingers and sent it directly to her lips.

Zhou Jingrong still wanted to refuse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the sour plum was stuffed into Fu Yunshen's mouth. The sweet and sour taste stimulated her taste buds and lifted her spirits.

Zhou Jingrong chewed the sour plum slowly, her bulging cheeks moving, like a little squirrel stealing food. Fu Yunshen looked at her with a look of pampering.

Zhou Jingrong leaned to the side uncomfortably, always feeling that Fu Yunshen's smile was indescribably strange.

Zhou Jingrong ate the sour plum fruit, and her appetite opened up a little.

Fu Yunshen took the opportunity to offer goat milk and snacks again: "Huaishan powder is added to the goat's milk, which is used to treat nausea, and you won't want to vomit, you can try it." ”

Fu Yunshen was so warm and considerate, Zhou Jingrong was embarrassed to brush off his kindness, so he endured the discomfort in his stomach and pinched his nose and took a few sips.

The warm goat's milk entered the stomach, and her stomach was indeed a lot more comfortable, and her appetite returned.

Zhou Jingrong drank most of the bowl of milk and ate two pieces of dim sum. Fu Yunshen was satisfied at this time, and did not continue to force her to eat.

Zhou Jingrong was full of food and drink, sleepiness hit, leaned back, and fell asleep.

Fu Yunshen drank all her remaining goat's milk in one gulp, and licked her lips unsatisfactorily, looking like a complete idiot.

If Zhou Jingrong saw him, he would be horrified and treat him as a person with bad intentions, and give him a few shocks.

The carriage shook, and Zhou Jingrong fell asleep and leaned on Fu Yunshen. Fu Yunshen carefully adjusted his posture, hugged her into his arms, and held her weakly, revealing a satisfied smile.

When I arrived at Fujia Village, the sky was already bright.

The roads in the countryside were rough and the carriages were inaccessible, so everyone got out of the carriage and planned to enter on foot.

The patriarch had already led people to wait at the entrance of the village, and when he saw Mrs. Fu, he greeted him cordially, and after a lively greeting, the group walked into the village in a mighty way.

Zhou Jingrong followed behind, and while no one was paying attention, she stretched comfortably, and suddenly felt that the cells in her whole body were active.

This scene happened to be seen by Fu Jiao, who snorted in disgust, and complained to Lin Shutong in a low voice: "Look at her unruly appearance, I am ashamed of her!" ”

Lin Shutong was still weak because of the events of that day, so he only hung his head silently and did not make a sound.

Fu Yunshen held Zhou Jingrong's hand tightly on the grounds that the road was uneven. Zhou Jingrong only cared about the scenery and didn't care.

When Zhou Jingrong was in modern times, he also went to the countryside to collect style.

However, the modern countryside is no different from the city except for large crops. The wide oil road, the small two-story bungalow, the rumbling machines in the fields, and the atmosphere of industrialization dilute the feeling of the countryside.

This is the real pristine environment, with thatched adobe houses and rare bricks. But every house is neat and clean, and it will not make people feel shabby at all.

Moreover, the scenery is really good, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, like a paradise. The air is also really good, taking a breath is like inhaling fairy breath, and the lungs are cleaned.

Zhou Jingrong walked and looked around freshly, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of joy. Fu Yunshen glanced at her from time to time, and was also infected by her happiness, and his eyes were more gentle.

Soon came to the Fu ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is wide and majestic, and if you look at it alone, you can't see that this is the countryside.

The three animals and five grains, three teas and five wines for sacrifice have already been placed on the table, which is very rich.

At the beginning of the ceremony, the priest sang the blessing and spoke for half an hour.

Zhou Jingrong couldn't understand the content at all, and many people didn't understand it, but the expressions on everyone's faces were very reverent, which made the atmosphere of the ceremony solemn.

At the end of the chanting, the priest offered wine and burned the blessing, firecrackers rang out, and gongs and drums were noisy, which frightened Zhou Jingrong.

Then, the patriarch presided over and led everyone to burn incense and bow down, comfort the ancestors, and pray for well-being.

The details of the whole process are cumbersome and complicated, and it took most of the day to finish.

Mrs. Fu originally wanted to return that day, but she was very old and very tired after a tiring journey, so she decided to stay in Fujia Village for one night and return tomorrow.

The house where the Fu family used to live is still there, and the patriarch sent someone to clean it regularly, and it still maintains its previous appearance.

After lunch, Mrs. Fu rested under the service of Wu and Fu Jiao, and Fu Raohua pulled Lin Shutong to play with the little sisters who had been friends in the village before.

Zhou Jingrong visited the old house of the Fu family and felt very curious about the kang or something.

After that, she packed up her painting tools and planned to find a place with a wide field of vision to sketch and shoot. Needless to say, Fu Yunshen naturally accompanied.

The two went out and walked on the road, and many children hula came up, and the immature voices came one after another.

"Second uncle, I can already memorize the poems you taught me, and I will recite them to you......"

"Second uncle, you taught me to write my name last time, I can write it!"

"Second uncle and second uncle, I can also write, I can also write the name of the second uncle!"

……

The children pestered Fu Yunshen for a long time, and finally noticed Zhou Jingrong.

"Hey, second uncle, who is this fairy sister?"

After the ceremony, Zhou Jingrong changed into a cigarette skirt, with a soft and flowing silk texture, which is indeed much more eye-catching than the women in the village who wear skirts and hairpins.

A small radish head was holding Zhou Jingrong's legs, humming and climbing up.

Zhou Jingrong, who had no experience in getting along with children, stiffened for a while, and didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Fu Yunshen scooped up the little radish head at Zhou Jingrong's feet, and smiled with a smile in his eyes: "This beautiful fairy sister is your second aunt." ”

The children exclaimed, "Wow, Aunt Fairy! ”

Zhou Jingrong was very surprised by this.

Fu Yunshen was very satisfied with the compliments of the little radish heads, and with a wave of his hand, he asked Shifeng to take a big bag of candy. The children rushed up and quickly divided the candy.

Separated from the children, Fu Yunshen took Zhou Jingrong to a river.

By the river is a green meadow, dotted with unknown small flowers, and there is no eye to see the edge. In the water, clusters of purple flowers bloom, which are pleasantly fragrant. The river water is clear, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the weeping willows on the bank are beautiful.

Zhou Jingrong exclaimed, and trotted a few steps with her skirt: "It's so beautiful here!" ”

Fu Yunshen looked at Zhou Jingrong flying happily like a butterfly, her dress fluttering, and her heart moved: "You often paint others, but you have never painted yourself, why don't I paint a picture for you." ”

When Zhou Jingrong first learned to paint, she painted a lot of self-portraits in front of the mirror, but rarely modeled for others.

This experience is also very novel, and she nodded happily: "Okay! ”

Fu Yunshen also studied painting a lot, and he quickly finished painting.

In the painting, Zhou Jingrong is chasing butterflies, lively and smart, smiling like a flower, and even the curvature of his hair is like a snap, lifelike.

In the blank space of the drawing paper, there is a line of small characters, which reads: My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Zhou Jingrong was stunned for a moment.

Art knows no borders and can transcend time and space, especially painting. Without the barrier of language and words, it is more common to share emotions.

Fu Yun used her heart and poured her feelings into it, so she also had a breath in the painting, instead of a lifeless line.

"Fu Yunshen, do you like me?"

Zhou Jingrong asked suddenly, but Fu Yunshen did not twist, and responded generously and sincerely: "Yes, I like you." ”

After a pause, he said slowly: "In the past, I didn't have much expectations for marriage, I just wanted to respect each other as guests. Although I misunderstood you a lot at first, as we got to know you better, that changed as we got to know you better. I have more longing for you, I want to be happy with each other, I want to be in harmony with each other, and I want to hold hands for a lifetime. Are you willing to give me this chance? ”

For Fu Yunshen's affectionate confession, Zhou Jingrong was greatly touched in his heart.

In modern times, she is busy with her career, she has no energy to fall in love at all, and she is very slow about emotional matters.

But even if you don't understand love, you still understand the truth.

Although Fu Yunshen's mind is already very open-minded, he is much more detached than his contemporaries. However, there are still great differences in the environment in which they grew up, resulting in different educations, different worlds, different social rules, and different outlooks.

Where can such two people go when they fall in love?

"Then try it and see where we can go."

Zhou Jingrong spoke softly.