Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

After dinner, Liu Xiangyang and Wang Dazhu went back to their dormitory.

As soon as Wang Dazhu entered the room, he lay down on the bed, still muttering what Shen Jing had taught him during the day. Liu Xiangyang ignored him, leaned against the headboard, and pulled out the notebook that Sun Famiao had given him from under his pillow, flipping through a couple of pages.

I had just lain down when the door was pushed open.

Li Jianshe walked in, winking and saying, "Xiangyang, someone's looking for you downstairs."

Liu Xiangyang paused for a moment, put down his notebook, put on his shoes, and walked out.

Wang Dazhu poked his head out from behind and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Jianshe glanced at Liu Xiangyang, and seeing that he didn't react much, he walked to Wang Dazhu's bedside: "Guess."

Wang Dazhu's eyes lit up, and he jumped up, wanting to follow, but Li Jianshe grabbed him.

"Where are you going? Did anyone contact you? You're just going to join in the fun."

Wang Dazhu sheepishly shrank back.

Downstairs, Zhao Xiaoman stood under the streetlight. When she saw Liu Xiangyang coming down, she went up to him and said, "Have you washed your clothes? If not, go get them and I'll take them back and wash them for you."

Liu Xiangyang glanced down at her. He hadn't paid attention to these things when he was in Dongsheng Village; Xue Bingbing had taken care of everything for him. After arriving in Bingcheng, he would take them back to Chen Jie's place on weekends.

He looked at her expectant face and said, "Then wait here, I'll go upstairs and get it. There are just two pieces of clothing and pants." He leaned closer and whispered, "I won't give you the underwear."

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow on her face, which was slightly flushed. Her eyes were bright, and there was a bit of sweat on her hair, with the ends of her hair sticking to her cheeks. "Mmm."

Liu Xiangyang went upstairs, crumpled up the two shirts and trousers he had taken off, and went back downstairs to hand them to Zhao Xiaoman.

"Xiangyang, come down and pick it up in half an hour. It's not convenient for us to hang your clothes to dry over there."

"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs later."

Half an hour later, Liu Xiangyang saw Zhao Xiaoman carrying a bundle of clothes coming down from the second floor of the girls' dormitory. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she ran over.

"How long have you been here? The clothes are washed. You can take them back and hang them to dry." Zhao Xiaoman handed him the clothes she was holding.

Her shirt was soaked through at the chest from holding freshly washed clothes, with water stains at the neckline. The fabric clung to her body, revealing the delicate contours beneath.

Liu Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then pointed at her clothes: "Why are your clothes wet?"

Zhao Xiaoman glanced down and her face turned even redder.

"It must have gotten wet from your wet clothes, it's okay," she said, subconsciously patting her chest.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her chest, which was shaking violently from being patted.

Zhao Xiaoman's heart raced under his gaze, and she whispered, "Then...then I'll go up first."

She turned to leave, but Liu Xiangyang reached out and grabbed her wrist. Liu Xiangyang glanced around.

The dormitory building entrance was deserted; there wasn't a single person there.

He pulled her along and walked towards the stairwell of the girls' dormitory.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned: "Xiangyang, where are you taking me?"

Liu Xiangyang didn't answer, he just pulled her away.

Walking to the side of the girls' dormitory building, there is a staircase leading to the roof. There are some miscellaneous items piled up at the top of the staircase, and it seems that few people come up here.

Liu Xiangyang pulled her along, and they climbed the stairs. Zhao Xiaoman's heart pounded as she followed behind him.

Pushing open the rooftop door, a cool night breeze blew in.

The rooftop was open and airy, with rows of clothes hanging out to dry, swaying in the wind. The moonlight shone down, coating everything in a silvery-white hue.

Liu Xiangyang closed the door.

Zhao Xiaoman stood in front of him, looking at him with bright eyes and a slightly flushed face.

"Why...did you drag me here?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at her wet collar and then at her flushed face.

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

Zhao Xiaoman's breathing quickened for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but simply reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then went limp in his arms and buried her face in his chest.

A gentle night breeze was blowing, and the clothes hanging out to dry were swaying in the wind.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

Zhao Xiaoman hugged him even tighter.

After a while, her muffled voice came from his chest:

"Towards the sun."

"Um."

"I've washed your clothes, you can take them home."

Liu Xiangyang smiled.

"No rush."

Zhao Xiaoman raised her head and looked at him. The moonlight shone on her face, making her eyes bright and her lips slightly parted.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her. Zhao Xiaoman nestled in his arms, her hands clinging to his shoulders as she responded.

As they kissed, Liu Xiangyang's hand slid down her waist and lifted her skirt.

Zhao Xiaoman gave a soft "hmm" and didn't dodge.

Liu Xiangyang turned her around and made her hold onto the low wall at the edge of the rooftop.

The moonlight shone on her back; she was still wearing her clothes, but they had already been lifted up.

Zhao Xiaoman turned to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Towards the sun..."

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently grasped her two ponytails.

Zhao Xiaoman's face turned even redder.

"You...be gentle..."

Liu Xiangyang leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"I know."

A night breeze blew by, and the clothes hanging out to dry swayed in the wind.

Zhao Xiaoman buried her face in her arms, biting her lip, when she heard rustling sounds behind her.

Liu Xiangyang's hand was still holding her ponytail, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Zhao Xiaoman's voice was muffled in her arms, thin and trembling.

The night wind kept blowing, and the clothes hanging out to dry kept swaying.

A long time passed.

Zhao Xiaoman slumped against the low wall, her legs trembling so badly she could barely stand.

Liu Xiangyang loosened her ponytail and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Xiaoman leaned against his chest, panting, her face flushed, her eyes watery, and tears clinging to her eyelashes.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Zhao Xiaoman hugged him even tighter.

The moonlight shone on the two people, silvery white and still, while the clothes hanging out to dry swayed in the wind.

On Wednesday morning, Sun Famiao was lecturing on the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang.

"...The Fengchi acupoint is mainly used to treat headaches, dizziness, and red, swollen, and painful eyes..." he said, gesturing on his neck as he spoke. "Go back and practice with each other to find the right spot..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.

Everyone turned to look.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stood at the door. He had a serious expression and his gaze swept around the classroom before landing on Sun Famiao.

Liu Xiangyang recognized her—it was the secretary next to the leader last time, surnamed Wang.

Sun Famiao put down his pointer and glanced at the man.

The man nodded at him without saying anything.

Sun Famiao turned around and said to those below:

"I have something to do. You can study on your own now."

Then he walked out, paused, and looked at Liu Xiangyang: "Liu Xiangyang, come with me."

Liu Xiangyang stood up. Zhao Xiaoman glanced at him, and Liu Xiangyang nodded to her before following Sun Famiao out.

Secretary Wang was waiting in the corridor.

Upon seeing Sun Famiao emerge, he stepped forward and whispered a few words to him.

After listening, Sun Famiao nodded and turned to look at Liu Xiangyang.

"Director Qin is here."

Liu Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat.

Sun Famiao looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Let's go."