Chapter 98

"Dear, I miss you!"

The bullet of love whizzed by, and Cheng Jemin looked at the message from Gu Xixi on his pager, which made him recall the passionate moments in the single dormitory of the Water Conservancy Bureau. Every time he thought about those intimate scenes, his heart raced and his pulse quickened, and he wished he could rush to the provincial capital and embrace this warm and soft beauty.

However, the distance of a few hundred miles held back Cheng Jemin's enthusiasm. The only thing he could do was to run to Tian Jiaying's house and call Gu Xixi back.

"Jemin, don't go, let's have dinner together!" As soon as Cheng Jemin hung up the phone, Tian Jiaying warmly invited him.

"No, Uncle Tian, my mother is still waiting for me at home!" Cheng Jemin offered a cigarette and politely declined.

Tian Jiaying looked at Cheng Jemin, who was tall and strong, graceful and cultured, and was extremely satisfied. They say that fighting tigers still requires close brothers, and going to battle needs father and son. If this second son of the Cheng family can make something of himself, it will also be a great benefit to his future son-in-law, oh, his prospective son-in-law!

Tian Jiaying firmly believed that although he was a farmer, he was still a very capable one. Not to mention other things, just through the channel of his brother who was an official, he could receive a lot of information from the outside world, making his horizons much broader than those of ordinary farmers.

Tian Jiaying, with his unique shrewdness, thought: Cheng Jemin will surely make something of himself one day! On that day, it will also be a glory for him, Tian Jiaying! Thinking of this, he warmly invited him again, "In a couple of days, you and your brother come over, and we'll sit down and talk."

"Sure thing!" Cheng Jemin chatted a bit more with the enthusiastic Tian Jiaying and then prepared to leave.

"Cheng Jemin, I heard you were assigned to the Water Conservancy Bureau?" A girl in a military overcoat poked her head out of the room and playfully smiled at him.

The military overcoat was clearly a few years old, and although it looked bulky, it provided excellent warmth in the freezing countryside. The girl, seeing Cheng Jemin's gaze turn to her, laughed heartily, "It's too cold at home, so I wore my uncle's overcoat. Do I look like a soldier?"

Seeing the girl march towards him with a serious face, Cheng Jemin instantly recognized her as Tian Xiaocheng, Tian Jiachun's daughter, who was a junior to him in high school.

The reason he remembered this girl was not only because they were from the same village but also because of her name, Tian Xiaocheng.

Originally, according to the name given by Tian Jiachun, it should have been Tian Xiaocheng (小橙), but the girl had擅自 changed it to Tian Xiaocheng (小诚), saying that a sweet orange was not as good as a little honesty.

"Yes, you remember me. I'm currently supporting agriculture in the countryside." Cheng Jemin said casually, "Xiaocheng, you're graduating next year, right? What are your plans?"

"What else? I'm studying journalism, so I can either be a reporter or an editor!" Tian Xiaocheng said seriously, "This is the last warning: don't call me Xiaocheng!"

"Xiaocheng, what are you doing?" Tian Hua's voice came from the room.

"I'm coming!" Tian Xiaocheng withdrew her gaze, responded, and walked into the room like a cheerful skylark...

The bustling Spring Festival, for Cheng Jemin, was a series of drinking sessions. From New Year's Eve, Cheng Jemin started getting drunk every day!

On the fourth day of the New Year, Cheng Jemin borrowed a motorcycle from his cousin early in the morning and headed for Sun Jiagou. Although Sun Jiagou was not more than a hundred miles away from Cheng Tianzhai in a straight line, the journey, with its twists and turns and a mountain in between, took about three hours.

Despite being fully equipped before leaving, Cheng Jemin still felt almost frozen after riding for a few dozen minutes.

Finally, after leaving the long mountain behind, Cheng Jemin breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that he could reach Sun Jiagou in another half hour, he decided to speed up. Damn, it's really cold today!

"Bang bang bang"

Just as Cheng Jemin couldn't resist speeding up, the motorcycle under him made an unusual sound, and the engine shut off.

At first, Cheng Jemin thought it was just a normal stall, but after frantically trying to start it a dozen times with no success, he realized he was in trouble: the bike was broken! What to do in this desolate place?

Feeling the howling north wind and the vast, bleak land ahead, Cheng Jemin smiled bitterly.

What to do? Push it, hoping to find a motorcycle repair shop not far ahead.

Riding a motorcycle was fast, but pushing it was extremely difficult. Cheng Jemin walked for about ten minutes and only covered a mile, but it did have one benefit: his whole body was filled with heat.

"Beep beep beep"

Just as Cheng Jemin was estimating how much longer it would take to see a village, a large SUV sped past him. Watching the rapidly moving SUV, Cheng Jemin swallowed hard. Damn, people are really envious of each other. If I had a car, I wouldn't be in such a predicament.

Hmm, why is that car coming back? Is someone going to be a Good Samaritan? As Cheng Jemin wondered, the large SUV had already stopped beside him. The back door opened, and a young woman in a white down jacket got out.

"Hey, Senior Cheng, it really is you! What's going on? What's this all about?" The girl wore a fluffy red hat, looking incredibly cute.

Cheng Jemin carefully examined the girl and finally recognized her as Yang Xiaoe, the girl who had sold apples with him. In the vast expanse of the countryside, Yang Xiaoe looked even more unique.

"The motorcycle broke down, and I'm just exercising here!" Cheng Jemin stood by the roadside, holding the bike with both hands, and said helplessly.

At this moment, a middle-aged man got out of the car. He looked at Cheng Jemin carefully and then smiled, "Young man, what's broken? We can help you fix it."

Cheng Jemin also carefully examined the middle-aged man. Although he was sure he didn't know him, he felt as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Grateful for the middle-aged man's kindness, Cheng Jemin quickly said, "Thank you, Uncle, you go ahead. I don't know why the bike won't start!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the motorcycle and shouted into the car, "Xiao Li, come and see what's wrong."

Following the middle-aged man's shout, two people got out of the car. One was a young man, not quite thirty, who had been in the driver's seat; the other was even younger. However, these two were wearing suits in the cold winter, and after getting out of the car, they stood with their hands in their pockets, indifferent to everything.

The driver, being a driver, fiddled with Cheng Jemin's motorcycle and found the problem: "Mr. Yang, a part of the motorcycle has burned out. We need to find a repair shop to replace it."

Before the middle-aged man could speak, the man in the suit impatiently said, "Uncle Yang, I've been on this road before. There's a village about five or six miles ahead. He can push it there. We have things to do, so let's go."

Pushing the motorcycle for five or six miles was no easy task. However, what could Cheng Jemin say? Although he knew Yang Xiaoe, they weren't very familiar. Helping him was a kind act, but not helping him was their duty. So he could only say, "Uncle, you go ahead. I can push it."

Yang Xiaoe, standing next to the motorcycle, shook her father's arm, "Dad, pushing it for five or six miles is too much trouble. Think of a way!"

Yang Zibo rubbed his eyes; he had always been weak against his daughter's coquettishness. "Alright, Xiao Li, tidy up the trunk and put the motorcycle in."

"Boss, even if the trunk can fit the motorcycle, the lid won't close..." Xiao Li looked at Cheng Jemin's motorcycle and said hesitantly.

Yang Zibo waved his hand, "Just drive slowly."

Although Cheng Jemin didn't want to trouble others, thinking about pushing the motorcycle for five or six miles, he swallowed his words of refusal and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Xiao Li and Cheng Jemin struggled to lift the motorcycle into the SUV's trunk, but the motorcycle was quite heavy, and the SUV's body was high. They tried twice but couldn't get it in.

Just as Cheng Jemin was about to try for the third time, Yang Zibo said to the man with his hands in his pockets, "Xiao Jun, come and help us."

The man called Xiao Jun reluctantly walked over to help Cheng Jemin lift the motorcycle.

"Achoo!"

Five minutes after the car started moving again, Yang Xiaoe, sitting next to Cheng Jemin, couldn't help but sneeze. Although the car wasn't moving fast, the cold wind still rushed in through the open trunk.

Cheng Jemin looked at Yang Xiaoe apologetically, about to say sorry, when the man called Xiao Jun said, "This damn weather, it's really a disaster!"

Cheng Jemin could tell that the man was cursing the weather but was actually criticizing him indirectly.

However, he didn't say anything and quickly took off his military overcoat, handing it to Yang Xiaoe, "Wear my coat to keep warm!"

"Thank you, Senior Cheng, I'm not cold. You keep it on!" Yang Xiaoe said, her face slightly red from the cold.

Seeing Yang Xiaoe's slightly red, cold face, Cheng Jemin firmly pushed his military overcoat into her hands, "Wear it. I'm wearing thick clothes for riding the motorcycle, so I don't need it in the car."

"Thank you, Senior Cheng!" Yang Xiaoe took the overcoat and put it on.

The man called Xiao Jun, seeing Yang Xiaoe in the military overcoat, frowned slightly and looked at Cheng Jemin with more disdain.

PS: A heartfelt tribute to all the readers who have supported Quan Xiong wholeheartedly! I kindly ask all the brothers to persist for three more days, and every afternoon at 14:00, enter the Sanjiang Channel on the homepage of Qidian, and vote for Quan Xiong with the free Sanjiang tickets. Xiao Mao bows to all of you in gratitude!

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