The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

At this time, when Zhu Xiaomin asked, Lu Mingzheng felt as if the layer of paper covering his heart was suddenly lifted, and the figure standing in the shadow appeared in his mind again, which was even clearer than when he saw it.

Yes, Luo Tingyuan stood in the shadow at that time, with his head slightly lowered. He looked very gloomy, but his body was upright, showing a touch of arrogance and character.

When this idea came up, Lu Mingzheng turned his head and glanced at Zhu Xiaomin. He was a little unwilling, but he was unwilling to say anything against his will. After a moment of silence, he said: "Well, not everyone can still maintain the same aura after so many years." It can be done.”

So, even if he has no memory of his previous life, he still appreciates Luo Tingyuan, right?

Zhu Xiaomin smiled and nodded repeatedly: "He said that 'Bai Wuyi is a scholar', but how many people have the pride of a 'scholar' like him."

Her smile instantly dazzled Lu Mingzheng's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, but his chest seemed to be blocked, feeling stuffy and very uncomfortable.

In the past two years, there have been very obvious changes in her body. She is no longer the little girl who only had romance in her head and had no fingers in the water. She is more enthusiastic than before, and has begun to become closer to the educated youth. Miraculously, she has also changed from her original self. He didn't know anything, but he became a good cook.

As for him...

Lu Mingzheng's eyes were filled with confusion again.

Apart from her hostility towards Nie Yifei, she was not only close to others, but also very patient. However, she deliberately avoided him, but always stood firmly on his side at important moments.

Before he returned to the city, he was sure that she was the one who was in the ranger's hut that night, and he thought that her change seemed to have started after that night.

He had to admit that in the last two months, before he was sure that the person was her, he had been unconsciously attracted to her.

Afterwards, it was confirmed that it was her, but she refused him to stay, let alone marry him.

Before he could think of what to do, he returned to the city.

However, after returning to the city, her figure always lingered in front of him.

He even tried to recall what happened that night, but there were only vague images in his mind.

He felt ashamed of his thoughts, but he couldn't help but want to see her again, so he took a chance and came back.

He remembered the moment he saw her standing on the hillside when he was walking along the wall of the brigade headquarters that day.

The green mountains behind reflected her silhouette in her white shirt, which made his heart skip a few beats.

So, he proposed marriage again, but she still refused.

At that time, he thought that she really didn't care about what happened that night, and she was secretly happy about it. He also didn't want her to marry him for that night, not for him.

So, when Shi Meijun plotted against him, he openly expressed his feelings and pursued her in a high-profile manner. He was almost confident that as long as he was sincere enough, she would definitely like him.

However, she said that she did not plan to get married because she preferred freedom.

How could he restrict her freedom?

He didn't quite understand how she came up with this idea, but he was willing to wait until she could accept her, so he came to the countryside frequently.

But now, he saw a different light in her eyes, which was referring to another man.

A man who was already so good that people looked up to him ten years ago.

Just from the brief contact at noon, he knew that she was different to him.

She was caring and tolerant towards Xie Chengzhi and Xing Qingsheng, the educated youths, but towards that man, she seemed to have a mixture of respect and distress.

Even to that boy, she was affectionate, like she was treating a... relative.

Was it that he was a step too late after all?

Lu Mingzheng opened his mouth to ask, but no words came out.

I asked, what if she admitted it?

Then it became true.

Luo Ye ran back from the front again, ran to the other side of Zhu Xiaomin, glanced at Lu Mingzheng, grabbed her hand, shook it, and whispered: "Sister Xiaomin, Sister Shiwen said, let you ask Lu Zhiqing."

"Ask Lu Zhiqing?" Zhu Xiaomin raised her eyebrows and looked at Lu Mingzheng funny, "Shiwen asked you to order food, what do you want to eat?"

Meeting her smiling eyes, the pain in Lu Mingzheng's chest subsided a little, and he shook his head: "How did I know what you have?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled: "Isn't it just those grains?"

Lu Mingzheng was helpless: "I don't know how you can make the same food in all kinds of ways." After thinking about it, he looked at the little boy over there and said, "Luo Ye, can you give me some advice?"

Luo Ye's eyes lit up and he looked up at Zhu Xiaomin. Seeing that she was looking at him with peace and indulgence in her eyes, he immediately said: "Multigrain pie, cornmeal steamed cake, egg and leek dumplings, poplar potato cake, and red dates." The rice cakes are all delicious.”

He counted them out in succession, and even Lu Mingzheng laughed, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "This kid is more blessed than me."

It would be nice if he could look forward to a meal, but he didn't dare to count so many in succession.

Zhu Xiaomin was also amused and reached out to rub Luo Ye's head: "How can we make so many staple foods for dinner? You choose one first."

Luo Ye raised his head and looked at her, blinked, and carefully tried to ask: "Egg and leek dumplings?"

Zhu Xiaomin smiled even wider, held his head and rubbed it heavily: "I think you want to eat eggs, right?"

"Well..." Luo Ye shook his head as she rubbed him, and said hurriedly: "We have guests today, shouldn't we eat well?"

"Kid!" Zhu Xiaomin smiled, nodded and said, "Then ask Sister Shiwen if there are enough eggs?"

When Luo Ye heard that there was something going on, he cheered, pushed aside the educated youths and ran forward again, making several people laugh. Yang Aijun turned around and shouted: "Xiaomin, just spoil him."

Zhu Xiaomin also shouted: "If you were only ten years old, I would spoil you."

When a group of educated youth heard this, they burst into laughter again.

Lu Mingzheng couldn't help but smile, and turned to look at Zhu Xiaomin again, feeling more comfortable.

Well, maybe she just felt sorry for what happened to the father and son, and it was nothing, right?

Hearing the laughter from the front gradually die down, he said softly: "If I want to order food, do I have to go back to being ten years old?"

What he was thinking was, if he wanted her to be so spoiled, would he have to go back to ten years old?

Zhu Xiaomin shook his head in amusement: "It's useless for you to go back to ten years old. I was only six years old at that time and couldn't cook."

Hearing the first half of her sentence, Lu Mingzheng's heart skipped a beat, and when he heard the second half, he couldn't help but laugh.

Also, why is he trying to compete with a ten-year-old child for favor?

Zhu Xiaomin glanced at him and said, "But if you haven't left by the Dragon Boat Festival, you can try the rice dumplings I made."

"Dragon Boat Festival?" Lu Mingzheng was stunned for a moment and carefully calculated the time.

Zhu Xiaomin said: "In April this year, the Dragon Boat Festival is relatively late, on June 24th. Next time Chen Xudong goes to the county, I plan to ask him to find a way to exchange for some glutinous rice."