VOL.1

Why should we think about the script? No one knows what will happen tomorrow, so it's enough to be happy today! I took a big bite of the sweet potato, "So sweet!"

Thinking of this, I immediately reached out my palm to catch the sweet potato—smack—

I lowered my head to touch the sweet potato, which was no longer so hot. I quickly peeled off the soft skin of the sweet potato in a few swift motions, and just as I was about to take a bite of the golden yellow flesh, I opened my mouth wide.

A word suddenly flashed through my mind

His always bright and clear gaze suddenly became somewhat dim, a faint mist enveloping the innocence in his eyes, filled with melancholy, confusion, and loneliness, tightly shrouding him, as if he were an angel lost on his path

I suddenly jumped out of bed, and even if this is a mirage, I still want to take a look!

Following the increasingly clear sound of the accompaniment, I finally found the source of the music—my stomach

Isn't it simple enough? I sniffed the fragrant sweet potato in my hand and temporarily suppressed my craving. As long as I am not followed by the god of misfortune every day, I am very happy! Even if I am unlucky, it doesn't matter, because I have been unlucky for seventeen years—no, it has been almost eighteen years!

Ah! Jiang... Jiang Youchen! Haha! Hello! You are also unable to sleep so late, come out and roast sweet potatoes! I rubbed my eyes, and it turned out that I was not dreaming, nor was I hallucinating; Jiang Youchen was really in front of me, roasting fragrant sweet potatoes!

"Why ... ... ?" I was also caught off guard by his question and couldn't respond immediately. "It's what mom said, when your hands are hot, touching your earlobes makes it hurt less. I never thought about why that is either. Hehe ... ... "

Oh dear! Cai Ling, how embarrassing! Tonight's dinner is as sumptuous as ever, how could you be hungry so soon!

Gululu

Cai Ling, I envy you so much, I wish I could be like you, simple and happy

Whoosh

Huh? Why are there other sounds? This sound is quite familiar too

Like me

Indeed. I can't sleep. Jiang Youchen nodded, lowered his head to look at the sweet potato, and said, "It's almost done baking, why don't you join me to eat?"

I could not help but close my mouth, which had just opened, put down the sweet potato in my hand, and raised my head

Lying in the guest room, I turned over several times but could not fall asleep at all

So hot! So hot, so hot! I shouted as I threw the sweet potato into the sky

Pitter-patter—pitter-patter—

Jiang Youchen's exclamation and my shout rose together into the night sky

I do not understand! Normally, there are four ministers to protect him, and he possesses an innate regal demeanor. How could someone like Jiang Youchen envy me?! What is there to admire about being like me—being plagued by misfortune, constantly unlucky? Does Jiang Youchen really think this is happiness?!

Hmm. I placed the hot sweet potato aside and touched my earlobes with both hands

I lay on the bed, pressing my stomach in patience, constantly praying in my heart for the dawn to break soon! Dawn, please come soon!

I took a sniff of my slightly reddened nose, but what made my eyes shine even more was the sight of two small wooden sticks rotating over the fire, with two large sweet potatoes almost roasted to perfection skewered on them

A small pile of kindling slowly burns in the center of the yard, with tiny sparks gently scattering.

Jiang Youchen? Oh my God! I truly feel incredible! Not only has sweet potato appeared, but even Jiang Youchen has made an appearance!

Ding ding ding

I have heard that people who are extremely dehydrated in the desert may see a mirage, mistakenly believing they have found a water source, and then die of thirst in the process of searching for it... Could it be that this fragrance is also a mirage of "fragrance" produced by my extreme hunger?

I shook my head vigorously in an attempt to dispel that illusion, but the fragrance only grew sweeter and more intense

Are you alright?" After a long while, Jiang Youchen, who had been standing by in a daze, finally managed to utter these words

"Put it down first, don't burn your hand." Jiang Youchen pointed to the grass and looked at me with concern

Ah... good! When I heard Jiang Youchen invite me to eat sweet potatoes, I thought I would be very excited, but I was not as thrilled as I had imagined. I stared blankly at the quiet Jiang Youchen, and for some reason, at this moment, although the bonfire in the center of the courtyard was blazing, casting a red glow over the entire yard, I felt that Jiang Youchen looked somewhat different from usual, as if he subtly carried a hint of loneliness and a touch of melancholy... I do not know why, at this moment, although the bonfire in the center of the courtyard was blazing, casting a red glow over the entire yard, I felt that Jiang Youchen looked somewhat different from usual, as if he subtly carried a hint of loneliness and a touch of melancholy...

Hoo hoo—so fragrant—hoo hoo—so fragrant

The night at the farm is so quiet that not a single sound can be heard. Occasionally, only the wind sways the branches, producing a rustling sound.

Everything that happened today keeps swirling in my mind: the handshake under the dining table, the joy of digging sweet potatoes, the unexpected kiss by the river... and those soft hands reaching out to me...

The large clock downstairs struck a full 11 times. It was already so late! I tried hard to shake my head, wanting to concentrate and get a good night's sleep, but my mind was not cooperating at all, as if it had suddenly entered a looped playback mode, and the only track playing was—Jiang Youchen

As soon as I figured out what was going on, my entire face turned crimson with embarrassment

Just as I was continuously praying for the old man of time to take mercy and move a couple of laps faster, I unexpectedly caught a whiff of a delightful fragrance

I quickly put on my coat and rushed into the yard without a word

However, before long, the tips of my fingers became unbearably hot, so I switched hands! ... I immediately tossed the sweet potato into my right hand ... ! ... Thus, the scalding sweet potato performed a graceful waltz on the tips of my fingers, first to the left and then to the right, accompanied by my cries of "Ouch, ouch!"

"So fragrant... so fragrant..." I murmured to myself, greedily gazing at the two sweet potatoes sizzling over the fire, saliva almost dripping from my mouth! Oh, God of Misfortune! If I am dreaming right now, please let me dream a little longer, let me wake up only after I have taken a bite of the sweet potato!

He picked up a branch and gently stirred the burning campfire, from which the flames emitted a crackling sound.

Oh? Why is my "brain automatic playback system" still providing rhythmic accompaniment?

Gulu—gulu—gululu—

Pip pip, peel peel - pip pip, peel peel

Caution: Hot!

The night enveloped Jiang Youchen, casting a faint and cool radiance around him

The sweet potato obediently landed in the palm of my hand, but...

Alright! Cai Ling, you can eat now! www.hetushu.com I was lost in thought when suddenly a wooden stick was handed to me.

Why ... ? ... Why do I feel this way ? Yet the person in front of me is like a child hiding in a corner, resisting others' approach, afraid of being scolded.

Cai Ling

"Cai Ling, why are you holding onto your earlobe?" Jiang Youchen blinked, staring at my hand as if he had seen an alien.

It is not possible, it is not possible

Hot

"Cai Ling, you haven't slept either?" Jiang Youchen's face bore a look of surprise, yet he still smiled gently at me

It is broken

That person ... ? ... Is he doing well now ... ? After losing so much blood from his nose, will he become anemic ... ...

Suck—Suck—Suck Suck—

Jiang Youchen hesitated for a long time and did not speak again

What a marvel! Today, Jiang Youchen showed me many different sides that I had never seen before! I never knew that Jiang Youchen's technique for digging sweet potatoes was so professional, and his method of roasting sweet potatoes was equally impressive. He is simply a magical kaleidoscope, constantly waiting for me to discover the unique images within.

Gulu—gulu lulu—

A searing pain surged from the palm of the hand straight to the heart

The deep blue night descends, with a few stars dotting the sky, appearing somewhat sorrowful as they blink, intermittently hidden among the clouds. In the courtyard, several earthen houses are shrouded in a faint twilight, gently stirring above them, evoking an indescribable sense of solitude

"As long as you are willing, you can do it!" Jiang Youchen, who was slightly taken aback in front of me, smiled sweetly.

The heat in my palm was almost unbearable! In a panic, I grasped the hot sweet potato with the five fingers of my left hand, haha, finally got it done, this is much better!

In an instant, the sweet potato was thrown high into the air by me! Watching that small black dot bounce a few times in the night sky before beginning to descend, I panicked again—after all, that was the sweet potato roasted by Jiang Youchen! I cannot let it fall to the ground

Wow! So fragrant! It must be the most delicious sweet potato in the world! I held back the drool that was about to spill from my mouth and eagerly scraped the sweet potato off the stick. As soon as the sweet potato rolled into my palm, oh dear!

The warmth of the bonfire gradually heated my face as I silently gazed at the figure of Jiang Youchen sitting opposite me. The flickering flames cast shadows on his face, obscuring his expression, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that he was deliberately concealing himself within the shadows of the roaring bonfire.

"No... it's nothing! Do I look like a clown from a circus, playing a ball-balancing game?" While carefully making sure not to let the sweet potato fall to the ground, I foolishly watched Jiang Youchen smile.

"Cai Ling, how wonderful it would be if I could live a simple and happy life like you!" Jiang Youchen's voice echoed softly.

Suck suck—suck suck suck—

Sitting beside Jiang Youchen, I watched as Jiang Youchen skillfully flipped the sweet potatoes

Loneliness

My stomach continues to provide an incessant accompaniment, no, this accompaniment has already infiltrated my "autoplay system," transforming into the main melody of the moment

I stared blankly at this lost angel, dazedly savoring his words

Is life really that simple? Jiang Youchen raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, a faint sadness creeping onto his cheeks. Why do I feel that everything is unfolding according to a pre-written script?