The Beauty of 1980's

Ch.74

The cold wind was howling. Ice was hanging on the branches of a large tree not far away. Water was slowly dripping down, forming tiny lakes in the small pits on the ground. In the small store, Meng Xiang was leaning against the counter. His little face was as red as the reddest apple on the shelf, perhaps because of the cold or shyness.

　　She really didn't expect that there would be so many people on the other end of the phone. It sounded like a family gathering at Ye Puzhou's house.

　　Even though Zhao Meiqing covered the microphone, she still heard it all. The series of exclamations and calls of "sister-in-law" made her want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

　　What's the difference between this and pooping on the street?

　　And there was the passionate girl Zhao Fangfang, whose mouth was as sweet as honey, making her laugh uncontrollably.

　　"Xiangxiang? Did you get home safely?" The familiar voice came into Mengxiang's ears, calling back her thoughts. She responded, her fingertips entangled with the long telephone line. At this moment, she didn't know what to say to him, so she could only follow his words and continue: "Yes, I just arrived yesterday."

　　"Is there a place where I can make a phone call in your hometown?" Ye Puzhou glanced coldly at Zhao Meiqing who was sitting next to him, and at the younger generation who were not far away and kept looking over here.

　　After receiving his warning, everyone else quickly looked away and pretended to continue doing their own things, but their ears were perked up, for fear of missing any exciting moment.

　　"Well, there's a phone number for the village store." Meng Xiang propped his chin up with his hand and complained in a low voice, "The mountain road here is too difficult to walk on. I was carsick for a long time yesterday, and I just recovered today."

　　"Are you okay now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Upon hearing this, Ye Puzhou frowned, a little anxious.

　　"It's okay now, don't worry." Hearing Ye Puzhou's concern, Meng Xiang raised the corners of his lips and changed the subject: "You're living back home? You don't know how nervous I was when the person who answered the phone just now was my aunt."

　　"Hahaha, what's there to be nervous about? Haven't you seen it before?" Speaking of this, Ye Puzhou also laughed.

　　"What are you saying? If I ask you to call my mother now, are you nervous?" Meng Xiang pouted and snorted twice. It was really easy to talk without any pain in the waist.

　　But she still underestimated Ye Puzhou's shamelessness. He was silent for two seconds, and then his tone became particularly expectant and excited: "Really? I also want to say hello to aunt and uncle. You left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to send you New Year's greetings."

　　On the day the Meng family decided to return to their hometown, Ye Puzhou was called back by the school to sort out documents, so he was unable to see them off in person. He has always regretted this.

　　"Of course it's... fake." Meng Xiang blinked her long eyelashes, mercilessly extinguishing his expectations. The latter sighed in disappointment, "Okay, I'll wait for the right time."

　　"So when will you return to Beijing? I really want to see you."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, there were gasps all around, and everyone stared at each other, unable to believe that these were words Ye Puzhou could say.

　　Zhao Meiqing, the mother, nodded with satisfaction. Yes, he is worthy of being her son.

　　"At least we have to wait until after the Chinese New Year, which should be the fifth day. Then we have to go to my grandparents' house for dinner and New Year's greetings." Meng Xiang held down the receiver and subconsciously glanced at Qian Jinfeng. Seeing that she was concentrating on tidying up the shelves and probably didn't hear anything, he breathed a sigh of relief.