The Love of Passerby A

Yu Hong dragged her heavy feet and slowly returned home, as if she was shrouded in a layer of haze.

For the next few days, she was in a low mood and felt unhappy.

Yu Bin saw it and felt pain in his heart.

In fact, he really wanted to go up and comfort his sister, but every time he thought of what his wife had said to him, he could only grit his teeth and pretend that he saw nothing.

Even when Yu's mother showed that she wanted to ask about her daughter's situation, Yu Bin stopped her without hesitation.

"Mom! Just let her go! It's like having a boil on your body. If you don't squeeze out the pus and blood inside, it won't heal. Once she gets through this period, her mood will naturally get better.

Besides, do you really want her to marry that educated youth Ding?" Yu Bin said seriously.

Hearing what her son said, Yu's mother couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After a moment, she nodded and said in agreement: "Well, you are right. Let's observe it first!"

So, Yu's mother no longer paid too much attention to this matter.

However, in stark contrast to Yu Hong, Ding Jianhui's mood these two days could only be described as ecstatic.

The reason was simple: he had sent three letters to "Su Xiangran" in succession, and each letter received a reply from the other party.

What made him even more excited was that as the number of communications increased, "Su Xiangran"'s attitude had changed significantly.

At first, her tone was quite tough and cold, but gradually, it began to become more and more relaxed.

Not only that, "Su Xiangran" no longer refers to Qiao Weidong as "boyfriend" in the letter.

Moreover, judging from the words she used in her reply, this change became more and more obvious, and her tone became more and more gentle and kind.

Especially after Ding Jianhui sent a few affectionate poems, the admiration in the letter almost filled the entire paper, and everyone who read it could feel the burning emotion.

Faced with such a situation, Ding Jianhui couldn't help but feel a little proud from deep in his heart.

He thought to himself: Humph, even if she is beautiful, so what? Even if she is arrogant, so what? She was still easily taken down by me.

Thinking of this, Ding Jianhui couldn't help but take out the other party's reply letter and read it again. Needless to say, the writing was ugly and there were many typos, which really spoiled the mood.

However, it seemed too early to ask the other party to practice calligraphy and read more books now. Ding Jianhui secretly made up his mind that after they got married, he would definitely supervise "Su Xiangran" to study and practice calligraphy.

Just thinking about it! Su Lan came over and said, "Ding Zhiqing, this is the reply letter, keep it."

As the saying goes, when you are sleepy, someone will send you a pillow. Ding Jianhui took the envelope with a smile on his face and thanked Su Lan: "Thank you for your trouble, Comrade Su Lan."

"It's okay. I do this voluntarily." There was no reluctance on Su Lan's face, but instead a full smile.

As soon as Su Lan left, Ding Jianhui couldn't wait to open the reply letter from "Su Xiangran". When he saw that the other party agreed to his request for a meeting, he was even more ecstatic.

But what he didn't know was that once this agreement to meet was made, it was time for Su Lan to "close the net".

After all, this kind of fake thing is very easy to expose. If Su Xiangran hadn't been preparing for the exam recently and had hardly gone out, she would have been exposed long ago.

In the final analysis, it's just a matter of words.

In the evening, Ding Jianhui came to the place mentioned by "Su Xiangran" in the letter - the back mountain outside the village.

As soon as he got up the mountain, he felt something was wrong, but he had only been here a few times and it was always daytime, so he thought it might be because of the weather that caused this "illusion".

Not long after walking, Ding Jianhui saw a well-dressed girl with her back to him. He took a few steps forward and just shouted, "Xiang Ran!"

Then the girl turned around quickly and threw herself into his arms.

The impact forced Ding Jianhui to retreat repeatedly.

He thought to himself: She is a country girl after all. Even though she looks weak, her physique and strength are no worse than a man.

When he was about to say something, Ding Jianhui suddenly felt that he had difficulty breathing. It turned out that the other party was holding his hand too tightly, which made him a little breathless. He hurriedly said: "Be gentle, be gentle! I'll hurry..."

Before he could finish his words, Ding Jianhui was pulled hard by someone, and his lips were pressed against a soft lip, followed by a burst of the smell of floral water.

It's not that it smells bad, it's just that the smell is too strong and makes people feel a little uncomfortable breathing.

Just when Ding Jianhui was still sighing about how "the village girl is too enthusiastic", he was startled by a few low shouts: "What are you doing! Hugging each other in the wilderness, you are too shameless."

It turned out to be the village patrol!

Previously, it was discovered that the dragon scorpion grass had other medicinal values, so the higher-ups arranged for people to come and expand the scale of cultivation. However, because they were worried that villagers might eat it by mistake, they also put up protective fences and arranged for people to patrol regularly.

Today is the day the patrol team goes up the mountain.