Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

"What is this?" Ji Yunchen finally had time to unwrap the tightly wrapped prize after the show. He picked up the slender object and took a closer look. "A pen?"

Qu Ruixiang looked at Ji Yunchen's face with amusement and explained, "I brought this pen with me a while ago, but I never wanted to use it. So I reluctantly gave it to you."

Lian Qingyang patted his shoulder and consoled him with a smile: "Don't be so discouraged, you will need it later."

The educated youth next to him started to make a fuss: "Don't give it to me, I've been wanting to buy this brand of pen for a long time."

"Comrade Ji, give it to me. I want it too."

Ji Yunchen's eyes turned, and he stuffed the pen into Lian Qingyang's hand. He raised his voice and said, "This is what our team won. Of course, it should be given to the person who made the greatest contribution to our team. You guys don't have to think about it."

"Oh, let's go, let's go back to sleep." Seeing this, the others didn't want to make things awkward, and they all pushed each other back to the yard. Lin Haojun also followed Qu Ruixiang in and considerately closed the yard door.

Qu Ruixiang's voice came through the door: "Why did you close the door? Even the educated youth are still outside."

I don’t know what Lin Haojun whispered, Qu Ruixiang said "Oh", and then the footsteps of the two people became quieter and quieter.

It was completely dark and the night light on the side of the stage was turned off. Fortunately, the moonlight was not too dark, allowing people to see the outlines of the people in front of them. The atmosphere was quiet for a moment and no one spoke first.

Lian Qingyang squeezed the still-warm pen, waved to Ji Yunchen, and said goodbye: "Then I'll go in too. See you tomorrow, Comrade Ji."

Ji Yunchen didn't say anything. When Lian Qingyang turned around and started walking, he reached out and grabbed his wrist, whispering a request: "Can we go to my secret base again?"

*

The summer night breeze was not so dry, and it felt a bit warm when blowing on the face. Ji Yunchen gently stroked the soft and delicate face of the person in front of him, wondering if it would be scratched by his rough palms.

Lian Qingyang closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't feel the softness on his lips. He only felt the itch on his cheek when it was touched, and he couldn't help rubbing it.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Ji Yunchen, but he could only see a vague outline. His clear voice was much lower now, and it was filled with some embarrassing annoyance: "What's wrong with you?"

"Your face is so smooth and tender, a bit like the tofu sold by Uncle Zhao who walks the streets." Ji Yunchen's voice became softer and softer, but his hand couldn't help but touch it again and again.

Lian Qingyang suppressed the itch on his face and asked curiously, "Why is it Uncle Zhao who sells tofu?"

Seeing that he didn't refute, Ji Yunchen was slightly pleased, and then answered seriously: "Because I have only eaten the tofu sold by Uncle Zhao."

Lian Qingyang frowned as if he had been led by this boy. He raised his hand and put it on Ji Yunchen's shoulder, pulling him down and trying to get him back to the point: "Did you bring me here to talk to me or to take advantage of me?"

Ji Yunchen choked when he heard this. He felt his face as if it had been rubbed and began to glow. He stammered, "I... I want to kiss you. You kissed me on the face before, and it's been so many days. When will you kiss me again? After you kissed me, I always dream about you... In my dreams, I always kiss you, and it's not on your face... I... I..."

Normally, he looked quite clever, but at this moment, he froze. Lian Qingyang had already given up hope on this man, so he simply took the initiative and pulled him down again. He leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, then immediately let go, lowered his head and whispered, "Is this okay?"

Ji Yunchen nodded blankly. When he recovered, he found that Lian Qingyang was still looking down. He reached out and held his hand, and assured him slowly and forcefully: "Comrade Lian, don't worry, I will be responsible for you!"

He is so innocent that even Qingyang feels guilty. He is obviously the smaller one in this world, isn't he?

He was talking about age.

Lian Qingyang withdrew his hand and nodded shyly. This action was not very obvious in the dark night, but Ji Yunchen had been watching him and naturally noticed this almost imperceptible movement. He subconsciously clenched his hands and then realized that Lian Qingyang had withdrawn his hand.

He withdrew his hand and let it hang at his side. He secretly tugged at the edge of his pants and said contentedly, "It's getting late. I'll take you home. I still have work to do tomorrow."

"Okay!" Lian Qingyang lowered his head and followed Ji Yunchen back to the courtyard gate. The two said goodbye briefly, and Lian Qingyang gently pushed open the door and walked in.

Turning back and slowly closing the door, Lian Qingyang heard someone ask behind him, "Who's there?"

He turned around and saw a man standing in front of the door, his hands clutching his belt, facing him motionlessly. He took a closer look and said, "Zhou Zhiqing, it's me, Lian Qingyang."

"Oh, that scared me. I thought I saw a ghost and almost held my pee."

Lian Qingyang pursed his lips and said nothing. He watched him stagger to the toilet before walking into the house.

*

"It feels particularly hot today. Will it rain tomorrow?" Lin Haojun wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking a little depressed.

Lian Qingyang stood up and twisted his waist, then looked up at the cloudless sky and said hesitantly, "That shouldn't be the case. There aren't even any clouds..."

"Lian Zhiqing, Lin Zhiqing, it's time to go back for lunch." Qu Ruixiang stood at the edge of the field, making his hands into trumpet shapes and shouting at the two of them.

After hearing this, the two men stood up without hesitation, clapped their hands, and strode back.

"I feel like we can finish this job this afternoon. We worked pretty fast."

"Yes, I'll have an extra bowl of rice when I get home at noon."

After staying here for nearly a month, they have basically adapted to the life here. Lian Qingyang rubbed the dried dirt on his palms and thought that his family should send him the things he wanted. This place is not too far from the capital and he will receive it in about three or four days.

Unexpectedly, just after lunch, Ji Yunchen was standing at the door of the educated youth institute, holding a stack of letters and a coarse cloth bag, calling for help.

"Lian Qingyang, Lian educated youth, here are your letters and packages. Lin Haojun, Lin educated youth, Xu Sanqi, Xu educated youth, Zhao Xianghui, Zhao educated youth, Yu Qinhui, Yu educated youth, Qi Guojun, Qi educated youth..., here are your letters." He called seven or eight people in a row, many of whom were new educated youth. When they heard their names, they all gathered around him.

"I, I am from the Qi army."

"Which one is mine? My name is Zhao Xianghui."

"Comrade Ji, please help me find mine first. My name is Xu Sanqi."

After finally receiving the letter from home, everyone wanted to read the content quickly. Although they hadn't started yet, the constant noise lingering in Ji Yunchen's ears was enough for him to bear.

Fortunately, Qu Ruixiang came over in time, took some of the letters and said loudly, "Those whose names are called, come and get them. The rest of you don't have to worry, you won't be left without any."