Age: My Small World

I didn't stay with Li Weitong for very long.

Because his marksmanship had already been recognized, he no longer needed to take him into the mountains to practice.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are indeed impermanent."

Yang Jun sighed.

He used his senses to examine Li Weitong's body and indeed found him to be decaying.

In just one winter, he seemed to have aged ten years.

A man in his fifties now has the body of an eighty-year-old.

Yang Jun left him a lot of spiritual water.

As for how effective it will be, only God knows.

The magic water is not a panacea.

Friday arrived quickly.

Yang Jun kept his promise and came to the Sports Academy, successfully bringing Wei Ran with him.

Then, feeling a little guilty, he quickly left.

Cheng Xiaoyu was originally going to go home with him.

On the way, the two of them were surprisingly silent.

After a long while, Wei Ran finally said impatiently, "Why don't you say something? Where are we going?"

Yang Jun looked up in surprise, only then realizing that he hadn't decided on a destination yet.

He tentatively suggested, "How about we stay at a guesthouse?"

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's go to the guesthouse then."

Yang Jun was surprised that she actually agreed, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead the group to the guesthouse.

There are many guesthouses in the capital, but the most famous one in the western part of the city is the Xicheng Guesthouse. In addition to providing rest facilities, it also offers meals, making it essentially a hotel.

This is certainly not the place for entertaining foreign dignitaries, but another very high-class guesthouse, which is quite rare these days.

When it came time to register, both of them quietly took out a letter of introduction, which showed that they had prepared at the same time.

In the room on the second floor.

"This guesthouse is really nice; they even have towels."

"They even provide free breakfast."

"We've paid so much money."

Five yuan a night for a room is quite expensive.

If it were another guesthouse, there might even be a dormitory room for just one cent a night, which would be much better value for money.

"I'll go see if there's any hot water, I'll take a shower first."

Wei Ran's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she then took a towel and a washbasin and went outside.

As a young woman who had never experienced such things, being alone with a boy in a guesthouse room, and even knowing what was going to happen next, naturally made her heart race.

The guesthouse didn't have a private shower room; it was just a public shower area. Yang Jun simply didn't go there; he had already showered in the small world.

After a while, Wei Ran, whose hair was a little wet, came back.

"I didn't expect it to be so cold in March."

She trembled, which made Yang Jun feel somewhat helpless.

"Why did you wash your hair? You know you're very susceptible to catching a cold."

It's best not to wash your hair at night, especially in this relatively cold weather.

In particular, you should never go to sleep with wet hair, otherwise you will have a terrible headache when you wake up the next day.

"Of course you have to wash your hair before taking a shower," Wei Ran said matter-of-factly.

Yang Jun could only shrug.

"Okay, then I'll rub it a little more for you, hopefully it'll dry faster."

He asked Wei Ran to sit down, then sat behind her and carefully rubbed her hair. The black strands flowed back and forth in his hands, and he could feel the extremely delicate texture of Wei Ran's hair.

Yang Jun couldn't help but think that if someone who buys hair saw such good hair in the future, it would sell for at least several hundred yuan.

Wei Ran, unaware of his wandering thoughts, and feeling the room was too quiet and intimate, couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Shan, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I was just thinking you actually dared to come out today, aren't you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Wei Ran suddenly turned around, a smug look on his face: "It's still uncertain who will eat whom."

Without waiting for her hair to dry, she leaned over and bit his cheek.

"Who told you to make your sister wait so long?"

"Phew..." With a beauty in his arms, and she's been so proactive, Yang Jun wouldn't be a man if he didn't do something.

So he grabbed Wei Ran and pulled her close, then lowered his head and kissed her chattering lips.

……

March passed by, and nothing much happened.

Finally, Yang Jun could rest at the office and no longer had to be constantly alarmed.

After a rare period of relaxation of more than a month, he resumed his normal life as a good student, attending classes and coming home every day, feeling quite at ease.

As May approached, news gradually spread among students at Beijing University that they would be going to the countryside again.

"Have you heard? This time, the 'Down to the Countryside' movement seems to be moving out of Beijing; it's going to other places."

"Go to another place? That's just being an educated youth sent to the countryside."

The practice of sending educated youth to the countryside to learn farming has been gradually emerging for several years, and it has become increasingly prevalent in recent years. It did not just appear a few years later; it simply reached its peak.

What Yang Jun and his colleagues did before was called "going to the countryside," which emphasized further learning rather than advanced studies.

The educated youth were truly learning agricultural skills.

"It's different. We estimate we'll be back in about three months, just like before."

Three months is not a short time.

Yang Jun frowned, still worried about Gu Nanke and her son.

Sure enough, having children brings more worries and concerns.

There was nothing that could be done; Gu Nanke's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and her due date was just around the corner.

At this critical juncture, if he were to suddenly go to another place, I really would have to worry about them.

"Why don't we go ask Old Zhu to resolve this?"

Then he shook his head.

"There's always a way out. Let's wait a while and see what happens. We'll wait for the official announcement."

He was still thinking about this when Xu Yan, who was in the front row, turned around and said:

"Yang Jun, it's confirmed. We're going to the neighboring grasslands. Be prepared."

"Has the departure date been decided yet?"

Xu Yan shook her head: "Even Teacher Shen doesn't know yet, maybe in July or August."

Yang Jun sighed. "July and August, it just so happens to be happening right now."

If there was really no other way, he would have to use Lao Zhu's connections.

"What? You look worried. Don't you like the grasslands?"

"Oh, right. You probably don't know what the grasslands are like. You're bound to feel uncomfortable in an unfamiliar environment."

"Squad leader, you talk like you've never been to the grasslands." Although Yang Jun hadn't been there, he had seen it before.

However, life on the grasslands now is not like it was later. When you go there, you are not a guest, but one of the locals, and everyone is the same.

There was no feast of whole cows and whole sheep; all that was there was the chilly grassland wind and the overwhelming smell of cow dung.

Without long-term management, life on the grasslands is even more difficult than in the south, and one often faces attacks from wild wolves, so safety is also a concern.

Fortunately, for Yang Jun, wolves would just be easy prey. (End of Chapter)