I went on a blind date with the wrong person and got married to a pig farmer.

After hanging up the phone with Qin Che, Yang Cheng pulled out a suitcase from the top of the cabinet. This suitcase was bought when he was in college. It was gray in color, and the black paint on the handle had faded, revealing a piece of metal. It looked very old, but the quality was still good.

She took out a few skirts, pajamas, and underwear from the closet, folded them neatly, and put them in the suitcase. Since there were only a few clothes, there was still a lot of space in the suitcase. Yang Cheng also put two pairs of white shoes in a plastic bag, and felt that it was enough. She would pack the toiletries when she left tomorrow.

The next day, Yang Cheng got up early as usual. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he checked his clothes and daily necessities again. Nothing was left out, so he could set off.

Uncle Fang has arrived at the door and is taking Chenchen out to play. He has been driving a go-kart with him around the village entrance. Ever since Chenchen got this car, several children from the neighborhood have been circling around it every day. Chenchen is still young and can't drive, so the adults just take Chenchen and the other children for a ride around the door.

These two days, Yang Cheng felt that the area outside his home was like a kindergarten, with a lot of chirping and shouting. These children were so energetic that they could be heard from time to time.

She dragged her suitcase out of the house, waiting for Uncle Fang to come back with his nephew. Not far away, a familiar figure approached.

It’s Brother Niu.

Yang Cheng waved at him, "Brother Niu, you're here. Thank you for coming up the mountain to help me get vaccinated yesterday. Unfortunately, I was unlucky. My chickens were stolen last night."

"I heard from your mother. I don't know which bastard did this. I hope his children will be covered with chicken buttocks in the future!"

Yang Cheng got goosebumps after hearing this.

"Your chicken suddenly left you. I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt to it for a while. So, I brought you a beautiful chicken. You can keep it as a pet."

After saying that, Brother Niu suddenly took out a rooster from behind him. It had a bright red comb that looked like a red hat, a red beak, and two round black eyes that were bright and lively.

The most obvious thing is the feathers on its tail, which are long, shiny, black and red, and stick up high. It flaps its wings in Aniu's hand, with its neck straight and its head turned away to look into the distance.

Yang Cheng pointed at it and said, "She's not pretty, but she's really aloof."

Brother Niu twisted the chicken's head towards Yang Cheng, so that its face was facing Yang Cheng.

"Cold on the outside, but passionate on the inside. It took me a long time to pick it. If you miss your chickens during this period, just touch it."

Yang Cheng remembered what Qin Che said last night about raising a pet chicken, and he really came right.

She took the rooster from Brother Niu and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Niu."

Suddenly she remembered something, "That... Brother Niu, I'm already married, why are you still so nice to me..."

"What's wrong with being married? Can't we still be friends? Your brother Niu is open-minded. Don't think too much."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Brother Niu.

In fact, Brother Niu cried for a long time in his bed last night. It is very difficult to let go of the feelings of so many years all of a sudden. Only time can heal it.

Since we can't be husband and wife, let's be brother and sister, which is also another form of protection.

Yang Cheng looked into his eyes and said, "Brother Niu, I know you are a good person, so I will help you find a suitable girl, and you will definitely be very happy!"

Brother Niu blushed and said nothing.

At this time Uncle Fang brought Chenchen back. Chenchen was still not satisfied. He held his sleeve tightly and kept saying "I want to play more".

Yang Cheng's mother heard her grandson's voice in the house, and came out while wiping her hands. She picked up Chenchen from the car and said to Uncle Fang with a smile: "Yang Cheng, this damn girl, doesn't even have a driver's license, and you still have to trouble me to pick her up."

"It's not a big deal. This is my job. You're so polite."

Yang Cheng did not have a four-wheeled vehicle driver's license, but she had a three-wheeled vehicle driver's license. She wanted to drive the three-wheeled vehicle to Qin Che's house. She would not have to find a parking space when she went out, and she could go for a ride at any time. However, she was afraid that others would despise her and embarrass her.

After Uncle Fang opened the trunk, Yang Cheng picked up the suitcase with one hand and threw it in.

In his other hand, he was still holding the pet chicken given by Brother Niu. Brother Niu took out a circle of thin hemp rope from his pocket, tied a slipknot, then pinched the pet chicken's neck and put the newly tied loop into it. When he felt it was almost right, he pulled the other end of the rope so that it could just fit around the chicken's neck without slipping out.

"Brother Ji, be obedient, or I'll stew you when I get back!"

After saying that, he waved at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng carried Ji Ge into the car. The familiar scenery outside the window gradually receded. The car drove into the prosperous urban area. Tall buildings were lined up one after another, and the streets were bustling with people. It was a completely different kind of bustle from the countryside.

One hour later, we finally arrived at the wealthy area of ​​Jiangzhou. There were fewer people on the road, and all kinds of luxury cars were driving in the villa area.

Yang Cheng suddenly felt a little sad, feeling that she was out of tune with such an environment. She recalled a past event and a handsome face flashed through her mind. She couldn't remember the specific appearance, but the mocking corners of his mouth were particularly clear in her memory.

Yang Cheng shook her head to get rid of the bad memories. She hugged Brother Ji tightly in her arms, these were the memories of her hometown.

The car gradually stopped.

Yang Cheng shook Brother Ji, but there was no response. Brother Ji had his eyes closed and his head drooped, looking weak.

"Wake up, we're here, don't get carsick."

Uncle Fang thought this girl was really humorous and cute. He smiled and said, "Trust your uncle Fang's skills. No one who rides in my car... has ever fainted."

Yang Cheng got out of the car carrying Ji Ge. She wanted to put the sleepy and staggering Ji Ge on the ground and open the trunk herself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Brother Ji's feet touched the ground, he spit two globs of acid water onto the ground.

Uncle Fang: ...

Yang Cheng was about to drag the suitcase but was stopped by Uncle Fang, who said it would be inconvenient for her to hold the chicken. Yang Cheng thought about it and let him do as he pleased. The two of them walked forward, one in front of the other.

Yang Cheng looked at the surrounding environment. The car had just stopped at the gate, and now she entered the yard. It was called a yard, but it was actually a huge lawn, half the size of a football field. It was green at first glance, with nothing but a few trees planted here and there. There was a circle of crabapple flowers of different colors planted near the edge of the road, and a worker was watering them with a pipe.

It can be seen that the Qin family is not very casual about their greening, giving people the feeling that as long as there are green plants, it's fine.

After a moment, Yang Cheng followed Uncle Fang into the villa.

Sure enough, the decoration inside is the same as the design outside, as simple as it can be. The hall on the first floor is very large, about 100 square meters, and there are few things to put in, so it looks even bigger and empty.

There was a row of pearl-colored sofas in the middle, about 4-5 meters long, and in front of the sofas was an oversized coffee table, big enough for two mahjong tables. In the corner were several pots of fortune trees and green radishes, and on the wall hung several decorative paintings.

Then there was nothing.

Yang Cheng felt that the remaining space could allow his nephew to skateboard without turning.