The villain coaxed to the extreme, and the host was carried away again!

Hongmei took a rag and wiped the dust in the room.

The house had not been occupied for some time and was somewhat dusty.

Changan unpacked his luggage and asked Hongmei.

"Where are the two educated youths across from you?"

Red plum memories.

"The shorter one is from Shanghai, and the taller one seems to be from Beijing."

Chang'an's eyes lit up and he turned to Hongmei.

"Is Du Ruo from Beijing? Is he a descendant of a high-ranking official?"

Hongmei tilted her head and thought for a while.

"No, I heard that he is an orphan, but I don't know the details."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Chang'an's eyes, and he lowered his head and continued to pack his luggage.

Hongmei is shy and showy, but she is very quick at work. She quickly tidied the house and helped Chang An put everything in its place.

Hongmei looked at the tidied room and said to him:

"I'll come back and clean the glass for you tomorrow, nothing else."

Changan took her hand and sat down.

"Hongmei, thank you very much this time. If you hadn't persuaded the party secretary to transfer me here, I still don't know how miserable it would be."

The red plum really looks like a red plum now, even the tips of the ears are red.

She lowered her head and felt a surge of electricity coming from her grasped hand, which made her voice tremble.

"You are such an outstanding person, how could I watch you being bullied. People in our commune are very nice. If you live here with peace of mind, no one will target you again in the future."

Changan's eyes were gentle and his voice was soft.

"I will remember all your kindness to me. When I am admitted to Peking University, I will take you to Beijing, and I will take care of you in the future."

Hongmei looked up at him shyly, affectionately, Changan hugged her in his arms, Hongmei quickly pushed her away, and ran away with a blushing face.

Changan looked at her back and smiled helplessly.

As soon as the room became quiet, I felt a little cold inside.

Du Ruo cooks every day. Sometimes one pot is not enough, so he uses the stove in the west.

This morning I just used the west side to heat hot water, so there is still some residual warmth in their house, but it is a little cold now.

Chang'an touched the stove, which was still warm, and went to the kitchen. He saw a few sticks of firewood being pushed on the ground, picked them up and lit the fire, and kept the house warm. Then he went to the room to cover himself with a quilt and catch up on some sleep.

I slept until four o'clock in the afternoon. I got up, took out a small box of textbooks, and placed them neatly on the desk.

As soon as I sat down, Hongmei came carrying a basket.

When I see him studying, I feel full of admiration.

"Chang'an, are you hungry? I brought you pork knuckles. You can eat them when they're hot. I'll help you heat them up."

Changan looked up, his face full of sincere gratitude.

"How can I get something as rare as a pig's knuckle? You don't always have it."

Hongmei smiled, "I told my dad that I brought it for you, and he agreed."

Chang'an's eyes flashed slightly, full of passion, and his voice seemed to be wrapped in rich honey that could not be melted away.

"Red plum..."

Hongmei became more and more shy, turned around and went out to get busy.

Changan lowered his head and continued reading.

This is a set of high school textbooks, which are densely packed with notes. Changan is planning to take the college entrance examination and is currently in the intense review stage.

The strong aroma of meat soon came from the kitchen. Changan hadn't eaten meat for a long time and couldn't sit still, so he walked out of the room.

At this moment, Yan Bai and Du Ruo came back, and Hongmei stood up to say hello.

"Yan Zhiqing, Du Zhiqing, you are back and haven't cooked yet, why don't we eat together?"

Before they could speak, Chang An, who was standing next to him, spoke.

"Hongmei, what you make may not be to others' taste, so don't be difficult."

Hongmei was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and stopped talking.

Yan Bai curled his lips with unclear meaning.

"Yes, I like to eat Du Ruo's cooking. Let's each have our own meal."

Du Ruo showed no expression, put down his things and went to cook, only to find that the firewood he prepared was gone.

He didn't say anything, and went directly to the yard to get a bundle of firewood, which he usually picked up in his free time.

Hongmei heated up a bowl of elbow meat and two steamed buns, and brought them to the West Room with a little embarrassment.

Changan whispered to her:

"It's not that I'm stingy, but you gave this to me, and I can't bear to give it to others."

Hongmei, who originally felt a little uncomfortable inside, was successfully smoothed over.

A shy look on his face.

Chang'an sat down and started eating. The elbow was salty and fragrant, and Chang'an couldn't stop eating. After eating a steamed bun, he suddenly remembered,

"Hongmei, haven't you had dinner yet? Sit down and eat together."

Hongmei was helping him clean the glass and looked back at him with a smile.

"I've had dinner at home, take your time."

Changan then lowered his head and continued eating.

After a while, the aroma of braised pork with rich red sauce entered the room.

Changan wrinkled his nose, why does it smell so good? He couldn't help but open the door to take a look.

Du Ruo just picked up a bowl of braised pork and several pieces of smoked fish.

Chang'an's eyes widened. Do the people in this commune eat so well?

The braised pork in Du Ruo's bowl is shiny and delicious at first glance. I was careless just now, so I won't lose anything if I eat it together!

Chang'an felt extremely regretful, and it seemed that he would still have to have a good relationship with his opponent in the future.

The next morning, Du Ruo made egg and seaweed soup and heated some steamed buns.

Chang'an heated the leftover pork knuckles from yesterday on the stove and saw seven or eight steamed buns on Du Ruo's plate.

Chang'an's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said to Du Ruo:

"Can you give me one steamed bun first? I didn't make the staple food. I eat less. One is enough."

Du Ruo took one and handed it to him, and Chang An took it.

"thank you!"

Du Ruoquan didn't care and went into the house with the food.

After Changan had breakfast, he began to review high school textbooks. He heard the sound of two people going out in the next room, which was a little strange.

What are the two of you doing on this cold day?

After a while, Hongmei came, carrying an eggplant, a few green peppers, and a few tomatoes.

"Chang'an, this is the dish Murakami distributed today. I brought it here for you."

Changan looked at it in surprise.

"Why are there fresh eggplants and tomatoes now?"

Hongmei smiled happily.

"You still don't know that there are fifteen greenhouses in our town. Du Ruo is the vegetable grower in our town. He took the lead in growing them. Vegetables are distributed every two or three days."

Chang'an looked at the big and red tomatoes with disdain on his face. He picked up the reddest tomato and took a bite.

"He is an educated youth from Beijing. Why doesn't he want to go to college? No matter how good he is in growing vegetables, what future will he have?"

Hongmei was stunned, feeling that there was something wrong with her words, but she couldn't think of anything wrong.

She couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it anymore. She went to help Chang An clean up the house, and helped him prepare lunch and heat it in a pot before entering the room.

Changan looked at her gratefully.

"Hongmei, you are such a good wife."

Hongmei smiled, feeling a little happy about being recognized. She did not disturb him from studying, and sat quietly by the kang making a pair of shoes.

Chang'an looked at Hongmei's peaceful and beautiful profile, and his heart was full of sweetness.