Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

In Dongsheng Village at night, the light was still on in Xue Bingbing's house. Le Yao lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a letter in her hand, her lips pouting: "Look at the letter Xiangyang wrote, it's only three pages long!"

She shook the letter, making a rustling sound, looking aggrieved. Xue Bingbing sat at the table, took the letter, glanced at it, and laughed: "Three pages isn't enough? How many pages did you write?"

Le Yao declared confidently, "I've written five pages! There's still so much more to write!"

Leqi chuckled softly beside her: "Half of those five pages of yours is nonsense."

Le Yao was displeased and lunged at the letter to snatch it away: "Sister, what do you know? That's the truth! You wrote four pages yourself, didn't you? What did you write?"

Xue Bingbing folded the letter and put it in the drawer.

"Alright, have you finished writing your reply? I've given them all their letters. I'll go to the county town tomorrow and mail them over."

Le Yao got up and pulled a thick stack of letters from under her pillow: "I finished writing them a long time ago! Five pages!"

She paused, then added, "If Xiangyang writes this short again next week, I'll write ten pages!"

Leqi looked at her, smiled, and shook her head.

Xue Bingbing dimmed the light a bit: "Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Ice City.

When the two finished their meal and came out, it was already getting dark.

Liu Xiangyang was riding his bike, and Zhao Xiaoman was sitting on the back, her arms around his waist and her face pressed against his back.

The breeze was cool and refreshing, and it felt very comfortable on my face.

After riding for a while, Liu Xiangyang turned into a side road. There were tall poplar trees on both sides, and streetlights were only a few far apart, casting a dim yellow light.

Zhao Xiaoman looked up: "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to the park to digest our food first, and then we'll go see a movie."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The bicycle stopped at the entrance of a small park.

It's called a park, but it's really just a small grove of trees, a few pebble paths, and a few benches. Now that it's dark, there's not a soul in sight.

Liu Xiangyang parked the car, and the two walked along the gravel path.

The woods were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The streetlights didn't reach here; only moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The two held hands and walked slowly forward.

Walking behind a large tree, the light became even dimmer, and it was almost impossible to see each other's faces.

Zhao Xiaoman suddenly stopped, and Liu Xiangyang also stopped and looked back at her.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, falling on her face, making her eyes bright and her cheeks slightly flushed.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Zhao Xiaoman suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.

After kissing her, he tried to back away, but Liu Xiangyang pulled him back.

He lowered his head and kissed her. Zhao Xiaoman made a soft "Mmm" sound, then went limp in his arms, her hands clinging to his shoulders, and tilted her head back in response.

The woods were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind. They kissed for a long time, so long that they were almost out of breath, before finally separating.

Zhao Xiaoman felt something poking her and blushed as she asked, "Xiangyang, are you poking me?"

Liu Xiangyang looked around and scanned the area with his mental energy, but there was no movement within his mental energy perception range.

"It's all your fault. You took the initiative to flirt with me. I'm a real man. How could I not react when such a beauty like you flirts with me?" After saying that, he pinched her chin and pressed his lips against her red lips.

"Hmph~"

She glanced down at him and said, "I heard from the older girls in my dorm that you guys will get sick from holding it in, so maybe I should..."

Liu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment.

"Who told you that?"

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head, her voice even softer:

"Those older girls in the dorm, they're all married... I heard it when we were chatting before bed last night."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her. In the moonlight, her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and her eyelashes trembled.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Need not."

Zhao Xiaoman looked up at him.

"But you..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but glanced at him.

Liu Xiangyang smiled, but there was a hint of helplessness in his smile.

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a bit."

Zhao Xiaoman bit her lip, stared at him for several seconds, and then suddenly leaned down.

Caught off guard, Liu Xiangyang quickly grabbed her hand: "Xiaoman, you..."

Zhao Xiaoman didn't let him finish. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "I'm willing."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her, and Zhao Xiaoman looked at him too, her eyes bright, without looking away.

She glanced at him, tucked the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, and leaned closer.

"Xiaoman, you're getting better and better." Liu Xiangyang spread his mental energy, scanning his surroundings...

Zhao Xiaoman's hands trembled slightly, but remained steady.

The wind rustled through the leaves, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the two people.

After a while, Liu Xiangyang grasped her pigtails... and his breathing became loud.

He sighed deeply, then pulled her up and held her in his arms.

Zhao Xiaoman leaned against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Xiaoman, you are very good."

Zhao Xiaoman didn't say anything, she just hugged him tighter.

After a while, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wiped her mouth, and said.

"It's all your fault. Now I'm all sticky and can barely open up."

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her and smiled, "That means I'm in good health. I'll get you some water to drink later."

When we came out of the park, it was completely dark.

Liu Xiangyang rode his bicycle with Zhao Xiaoman on the back, turned two streets, and stopped in front of the movie theater.

The movie theater has three floors and a rather grand facade. A poster for the movie "Spring Seedlings" is displayed at the entrance, featuring the female lead wearing a white coat and smiling brightly in the sunshine.

Zhao Xiaoman stood in front of the poster, looking up at it.

"I've heard them mention this before; it's about us barefoot doctors."

Liu Xiangyang parked the car and walked over.

Have you seen it?

Zhao Xiaoman shook her head, and Liu Xiangyang pulled her inside.

There weren't many people at the ticket booth. He bought two tickets, seven cents each, a bag of sunflower seeds, and two popsicles.

Zhao Xiaoman took the popsicle, licked it, and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"I'm thirsty, you can have some too."

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her.

"Didn't you say it was sticky? And since we can't buy water, we can only use popsicles instead."

Zhao Xiaoman smiled, pursing her lips.

The movie was about to start when I entered.

The screening room was pitch black, with only the screen providing light. Liu Xiangyang glanced around and saw a dozen or so people sparsely seated in the front rows, while the back rows were completely empty.

He pulled Zhao Xiaoman along to the back, to the very last row, and they sat down in the middle seat.

After sitting down, Zhao Xiaoman looked ahead and then around, and whispered, "Why is no one sitting in the back?"

Liu Xiangyang handed her some sunflower seeds: "Isn't it better if no one sits in the back? That way no one will bother us."

Zhao Xiaoman didn't think much of it, took the sunflower seeds, and started eating them.

On the movie screen, the female lead was treating a fellow villager. The plot was slowly unfolding, and Zhao Xiaoman watched intently, her eyes glued to the screen, cracking sunflower seeds with a satisfying crunch.