Colorful years

At midnight, the bustling Lantern Festival finally came to an end. Congcong dragged his slightly tired body and slowly walked home.

As soon as he entered the house, he rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly washed up. After a quick tidying up, Congcong climbed into bed as usual, ready to drift off into a sweet dream.

However, whether it was due to a disrupted biological clock or lingering excitement from the lively scene, Congcong tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Despite his efforts to calm himself down and even his attempts to force himself to control his thoughts to help him fall asleep, the result was the opposite—the more he tried, the more awake he became.

At this moment, the wonderful scene of the duet on the threshing ground was playing on a loop in his mind like a movie. Every note and every lyric was so clear, as if echoing in his ears.

Although Congcong is only thirteen years old, his mental maturity far exceeds that of his peers. Both physically and psychologically, he is already equivalent to a sixteen-year-old teenager.

Unlike most ordinary children, he never experienced the so-called rebellious phase of adolescence during his growth.

However, this does not mean that he lacked the innocent feelings unique to adolescence. On the contrary, the budding youthful feelings hidden deep in his heart were like a lively and active little deer, leaping joyfully in his heart, and this feeling was becoming stronger and stronger.

Those graceful and beautiful young women danced before his eyes like colorful butterflies, swaying lightly to and fro.

However, among all these beauties, only Yin Meijuan could deeply attract his attention.

She was like a blooming, beautiful flower, exuding a captivating fragrance. Especially her fair, rosy cheeks, like a ripe peach, made one want to take a bite.

Imagine how wonderful and intoxicating it would be to leave a gentle kiss on her flawless skin.

Oh dear! How embarrassing! Just thinking about it made Congcong blush.

After all, Yin Meijuan is five years older than him!

The age gap made him feel that this idea was simply a pipe dream, impossible to achieve!

Despite this, he still couldn't suppress the deep admiration he felt for Yin Meijuan.

Lost in reverie, my thoughts drifted away, and in a daze, I entered a vibrant and lively dreamscape, full of the promise of spring...

Life is full of firsts. This was Congcong's first innocent and grand dream during her adolescence.

In his dream, Congcong arrived at a vast grassland. The sky was a clear, deep blue, and white clouds drifted lazily by. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, butterflies fluttered about, bees gathered nectar, and a delicate floral fragrance filled the air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

In the distance, a herd of cattle and sheep grazed peacefully, with sheepdogs faithfully guarding their side. Congcong strolled through this picturesque grassland, his heart filled with joy and tranquility.

Just then, Yin Meijuan suddenly appeared not far ahead. She was wearing a pure white long dress, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, looking like a fairy descending to earth, breathtakingly beautiful.

Congcong stared wide-eyed in astonishment, unable to believe what he was seeing. He quickened his pace and walked towards Yin Meijuan.

"Sister Meijuan, what are you doing here?" Congcong asked curiously.

Yin Meijuan turned around, a sweet smile on her face: "Congcong, this place is so beautiful. I came here specifically to admire the scenery. I didn't expect to see you here too. What a coincidence!"

Looking at Yin Meijuan's beautiful face, Congcong felt an indescribable surge of emotion. He mustered his courage and said, "Sister Meijuan, I've always liked you, you know that?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Meijuan blushed and lowered her head shyly: "Congcong, you are still young and don't understand matters of the heart. When you grow up, you will understand what true love is."

Congcong hurriedly defended himself, saying, "Sister Meijuan, I'm not a child anymore. I know my feelings for you are serious, not just a passing impulse."

Yin Meijuan looked up at Congcong earnestly: "Congcong, you are really cute. But, it's impossible for us. You should focus on your studies and get into a good university so you can have a better future."

Congcong felt a little disappointed upon hearing this. But he knew that Yin Meijuan was right. He was indeed still young and should focus on his studies.

So he nodded: "Sister Meijuan, don't worry, I will study hard. But I will always like you."

Yin Meijuan smiled with relief: "That's good. Congcong, I believe you will definitely amount to something."

After saying that, Yin Meijuan turned and left. Congcong watched her receding figure, his heart filled with reluctance.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the flowers on the grassland swayed in the wind, as if bidding him farewell.

Congcong stood there for a long time before turning around and leaving.

He crossed the grassland and came into a dense forest. The trees in the forest were lush and green, blocking out the sun.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow.