When She Stops Being Dramatic

Chapter 345: Chapter 1129: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Drama (16)

That’s right. Jiang Zishi and the Bian family couldn’t wait to push her into the fire. The other educated youth felt only a flicker of regret, envy, and worry, the kind they would soon forget.

In everyone’s eyes, she was leaving, heartbroken, and even vacating her room for Bian Yumin. A miserable departure!

Chi Yun’er had already packed her things; all that was left was to roll up her bedding.

Everyone knew she was leaving this morning, but they had already said their goodbyes the night before. Since someone was here to pick her up, no one wanted to delay earning their work points, so they all shouldered their tools and headed out to the fields.

Jiang Yihua and another young man from the farm made trip after trip, loading her belongings onto the tractor. Chi Yun’er kept busy as well, carrying the smaller, miscellaneous items to the vehicle.

After seven or eight trips back and forth, the three of them had emptied the room, leaving nothing but a single kang bed.

The tractor chugged away. Sitting on a crate, Chi Yun’er watched the large crowd of children who had followed them halfway through the village. In the fields, farmers and educated youth straightened up, leaning on their sickles to watch her with envious eyes. She smiled and gave them a small wave.

Gazing at the place that was both familiar and strange, Chi Yun’er felt a mix of lingering fear and relief, thankful to have escaped a life of misery. But the feeling was fleeting.

She knew all too well that her exceptionally beautiful face meant she would face two or three times more danger and hardship than anyone else.

Behind her was a mire, and ahead was a path overgrown with thorns. She couldn’t relax for a single moment.

「After a long, bumpy ride, they finally arrived at the farm.」

Jiang Yihua drove the tractor straight into the dormitory area and parked in front of his own quarters. ”Chi, you can stay here for now,” he said. ”I’ll go bunk with the others.”

The dormitories here had been built more recently. They were rows of red brick buildings, similar to the corridor-style apartments in the city. The rooms weren’t large, each housing between one and four people.

Jiang Yihua had made considerable contributions to the farm, so he’d been assigned a single room.

He and the other young man began hauling Chi Yun’er’s belongings inside, grunting with the effort.

The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a 1.2-meter-wide solid wood bed and a desk and chair set beneath the window.

However, once Chi Yun’er’s belongings were moved in, the room immediately felt full, taking on the feeling of a home.

The young woman had high standards for her quality of life, and her belongings reflected a certain refinement and charm.

After Jiang Yihua clapped the young man on the shoulder, thanked him, and saw him off, he resigned himself to his fate. The young woman pointed with a fair, delicate arm, directing him to rearrange her things.

When they were finished, he led Chi Yun’er out of the room and showed her the dining hall, the bathhouse, the water station, the lavatories, and so on.

”Why don’t you get some water and wipe down the desk and chair? I’ll go get you a kettle of hot water,” Jiang Yihua said, his gaze lowered, falling softly on the young woman’s hands.

’He still remembered how soft they felt, as if boneless. His gaze lingered on them now—fair and slender, yet with a visible plushness. The lovely little dimples between her knuckles were enough to make a man’s heart ache with fondness.’

Sunlight danced playfully across her skin. Jiang Yihua clenched his fists as a shameful thought surfaced, unbidden. ’Her face, neck, hands, and arms are all so exquisite... what sublime perfection must be hidden beneath her clothes?’

’No wonder the ancients said, ”To die at the feet of a beauty is a fate even a ghost would welcome.”’

But it was a pity he wasn’t a normal man. A cold despair washed over Jiang Yihua. ’Otherwise,’ he thought, ’I would overcome every hardship and obstacle just to grow old with her. Why am I cursed to only watch this vibrant, beautiful young woman from afar, unable to ever truly possess her?’