Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s - Chapter 3.2

    Zhang Xiaohong poked her head outside the door.

Seeing that Ye Mi finally noticed her, she quickly waved her hand to signal her to come out.

Ye Mi thought that Zhang Xiaohong came to ask for the scarf from yesterday, so she quickly grabbed the scarf, and picked up a fruit candy that Chen Chunxiang had just given, and went out to return it to her.

“Thank you for the scarf. Chunxiang gave me this candy. It’s very sweet.”

Zhang Xiaohong accepted the scarf and fruit candy, with a wide smile on her face. She felt that Ye Mi lived up to her kindness from yesterday.

But she didn’t come to her to ask for the scarf.

Pointing to the gate of the courtyard: “At the gate, Jing Ziheng is looking for you, do you want to go and have a look?”

“He’s here again?” Ye Mi couldn’t help but blurt out, and met Zhang Xiaohong’s gossipy curious eyes, she frowned. Pursing her lips, she said, “I’ll go and have a look.”

When she walked out of the Educated Youth Court, she saw a tall, jade figure leaning against the mottled wall, lwith his head down as he looked at something.

Maybe he was just simply dazed.

“Comrade Jing Ziheng.”

Hearing the sound, Jing Ziheng raised his head, his clear and handsome eyebrows reflected the light of the setting sun, just like the people in the painting, a little unreal.

Ye Mi suddenly wavered in her decision.

But only for a moment.

The first thing she needed to do was get a good idea of what she was getting herself into.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a few male educated youths who happened to be passing by, carrying bags in their hands, and walking back to the Educated Youth dwelling while laughing. Ye Mi lowered her eyes to cover up the complicated thoughts inside.

Those bundles were sent by the families of the educated youths.

There was food, useful things, and maybe money, but nothing belonged to Ye Mi.

“I’m sorry.” She started with an apology, followed by a long list of words.

“My name is Ye Mi, the leaf of the leaf, the rice of the rice. I am 2…18 years old this year. I haven’t graduated from junior high school. My parents are still alive, and I also have older brothers and sisters. But now there is no difference between having a family and not having a family. Other educated youths get subsidies from their families every month, but I don’t. Maybe my family won’t even ask about my marriage, and I don’t have any dowry, I’m not in good health, I can’t do much work, and the centimeters I earn are only enough to support myself, and I’m prone to getting sick…”

Ye Mi carried on and said a lot about her situation, but it sounded like she was counting her shortcomings.

In the end, she stared into Jing Ziheng’s eyes, and asked earnestly, “Would you still marry me like this?”

If he regretted it, she would just pretend it was nothing.

“Yeah.” Jing Ziheng replied flatly, he reached out his hand from the pocket of the windbreaker, took out a steaming meat bun and handed it to Ye Mi: “Here for you to eat.”

The meat bun has been squeezed for a long time, and was slightly squashed with the stuffing exposed. The oily meat stuffing exuded a strong aroma, which made Ye Mi’s mouth water.

She swallowed subconsciously. Even though she was still talking, her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the meat buns, and she couldn’t look away from the meat buns. She could only grunt in response.

“I…I don’t eat.”

God knows how hard it is for her to say it.

How long has Ye Mi not eaten meat?

Four years? five years? It seems that since she attended a pig-killing feast with the villagers in the first year she came to the countryside, she never tasted meat again.

Get a grip!

She forced herself to look away from the meat bun, Ye Mi asked again: “You haven’t answered my question, considering my family and my situation, do you still want to be my object? Don’t worry, even if you refuse , it’s not a big deal to me, just tell the truth.”

She tried her best to restrain herself, but there was still a bit of aggrieved crying in her voice.

The cries of gluttony.

A soft, hot thing was suddenly stuffed into her mouth, and Ye Mi subconsciously took a bite, and the bun skin made of white flour mixed with meat filling and salty soup exploded in her mouth, it was so delicious that her scalp tingled.

“I have already answered: Well, I will marry you.”