"I’m actually curious why you didn’t try to kick out..."
"Your legs are on your body. I don’t do pointless things that tire out," Sui Yi leaned against the window, half-closing his eyes.
Laughing, Ah A pinched his cigarette and joked, "Hey, if you think about it, isn’t soone helping you carry your bags for free..."
Sui Yi turned his head, nodding slightly, and seriously replied, "That’s exactly what I was thinking."
You’re surprisingly honest!
Amused to no end, Ah A was about to light his cigarette when he noticed Sui Yi frowning as the smoke drifted by. He quickly snapped out of it, pinched the cigarette out, and tossed it out the window.
Just then, he saw as the bus started up, a portly middle-aged man clutching a briefcase hurriedly chased after it at the bus stop behind them. He waved one hand while his belly wobbled, shouting, "Driver, driver, wait for , driver—wait for , oh driver—"
Ah A suddenly leaned towards Sui Yi, stuck his head out, and loudly shouted, "Disciple, disciple, you go back to Gao Laozhuang!!! Go back—I’m off to Won’s Country!"
With that shout!
Ha, everyone on the bus laughed! The driver laughed and said, "You little brat, don’t talk nonsense... I’m his master—You’re just Monkey King."
That made everyone laugh even more—
Sui Yi smiled wryly, and as Ah A settled back into his seat with a serious face, she glanced at him and said, "Are you always this wicked?"
"There really isn’t!" Ah A raised his eyebrows, his face brimming with pride.
Both of them were good-looking, and to the village-bound aunts and uncles aboard the bus, they were quite eye-catching.
There were also high school students on the bus, heading ho for the weekend.
All sneaking glances at them.
The bus stopped, picked up the man who should have gotten off at Gao Laozhuang, and slowly made its way onto the sunlit road.
Heading to the place Sui Yi was going.
Pottery Kiln, the place she returned to every month.
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In the eyes of Ah A, who had mingled in Jianghu, Sui Yi was the most special girl he had ever seen—no, the most special person.
Sui Yi was just like her na, Sui Yi—casual and natural, composed and graceful with a restrained sharpness, and a mysterious, indefinite, vague sense of vastness.
Maybe this description is too literary, but he honestly felt his limited cultural literacy couldn’t quite capture the impression this girl gave him.
Her tea drinking, her way of speaking, her laughter, the way she handled relationships—all revealed her distinctiveness.
Many speculate, but about her, no conclusion.
Just like he couldn’t understand how such an ancient and primitive little village could foster soone possessing almost the sa elegance as Tang Hanyan.
There’s a kind of elegance that cos from the sedint of years, and also effortlessly from themselves, utterly indifferent.
But a house connected to a pigsty and decayed green mossy tiles...
When Sui Yi saw Ah A standing silently in front of the cabin, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Wait till I give this dicine to my grandma, and then I’ll take you back to town to catch a bus ho."
About half an hour’s walk away, there was a small village with an inn, restaurants, and naturally, a small bus station.
Although she had already ntioned before that he should head back, he insisted on staying, so she let him be.
After all, he would have to go back in the end, right?
Ah A ca back to his senses, turned his head towards Sui Yi, wanting a smoke, thought twice, and then decided against it, saying, "You think I would leave?"
"You’re planning to stay?"
Ah A withdrew his gaze, touched the vine fence in front of him with a nostalgic air, "When I was a kid, my ho was like this... I’d often sneak out to play with the piglets from the pigsty. My mother always said I was too mischievous and didn’t mind the dirt..."
He paused, lit a cigarette, and with a puff of smoke, "After my mother died, I lost the house, went to many places, did many things, and lived in many houses, but none of them felt like ho..."
It was really just a dark hut that looked like it was made of straw and always slled of pig manure. Why did it seem like heaven to him?
After several deep drags on the cigarette, he snapped out of his somber mood and looked around, only to find that Sui Yi was no longer there. He was a bit stunned.
Uh, when did she leave?
Was he just talking to himself?
But when he looked up, he saw Sui Yi standing at The Gate, casually tossing a sentence at him.
"The pigs in the sty are quite fat, doubtful you could sneak one out, but you’re welco to hold one for old tis’ sake. Just don’t enter the house—it stinks."
In that mont, Ah A decided to retract all the composed elegance he had previously attributed to her.
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