Chapter 485 Looking forward

Author: I'm Red

Chapter 485 Looking forward

"Jiji."

"Zhizha."

"Chirky."

"Gugu."

Li Geng opened his eyes in a daze, and the tung leaves in the yard outside the window were shaking gently. At one moment, a dazzling ray of sunlight flashed between the branches and leaves. He narrowed his eyes, and all kinds of birds that could not tell the name came in.

"Jiji."

"Zhizha."

The summer breeze wandered happily on the branches. Li Geng tilted his head, staring at the mottled sunshine among the sycamore trees, and listening to the clear and loud melodious atmosphere. For more than 20 years, he has always thought that this scene only exists on paper.

"Its shape is like a stunning geese and a gentle dragon."

"The chrysanthemums are glorious and the spring pine trees are lush. It seems like the light clouds cover the moon, floating like the flowing wind returning to the snow. Looking far away, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow."

Song Yi's extremely penetrating voice broke the tranquility of the morning.

As soon as Song Yi's voice started, his sister-in-law's shout fell from the main hall: "Song Yi, don't recite it, Teacher Xu is out at dawn."

"Going out?" Song Yi stood in the yard wearing pajamas and hair disguised. She had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. After that, she was about to go back to the room to continue sleeping. Isn't it the best time to let Teacher Xu understand how hard she is in her studies?!

Song Yi got up at least six o'clock and memorized ancient poems. Shouldn't some people who got up at half past six o'clock and do morning exercises feel ashamed???

Unfortunately, he actually went out!

Between the endless golden wheat fields, Zhu Guangquan looked at the hunched figure at the end of a straw stubble that was only at the ankle, and fell into deep thought.

Last night, Xu Rong mentioned to him that he got up at 5 o'clock this morning. He thought there was something important, but he didn't expect Xu Rong to cut wheat in the dark.

With him were colleagues from the Taiwan area and Xu Rong's assistant Wang Yaqin.

He turned his head, looked at Wang Yaqin, and asked, "Teacher Wang, has Teacher Xu received a similar script? He just needs to play the role of a farmer."

"I have indeed received a similar script." Wang Yaqin nodded first, then shook her head, "It was written by Teacher Gao Mantang, but Teacher Xu refused. Actually, I still don't know why he came back to harvest wheat. This land was contracted by the village chief before."

Wang Yaqin thought about this problem in the middle of the night last night but couldn't figure it out. She would know more or less about the script Xu Rong was going to shoot, but so far, there was indeed no relevant invitation.

And he is about to go to the crew of "Beiping" to participate in the filming.

Zhu Guangquan pondered for a few seconds and said in an uncertain tone: "I don't know if what I guessed is right, but at least, we shouldn't understand him with a normal mind."

Wang Yaqin and the female colleague beside him were waiting for his next sentence, especially the female reporter did not hide his curiosity at all, because Zhu Guangquan himself was not a person who could understand it with normal human thinking.

"In terms of secular life alone, he may be able to predict everything he can achieve, and has long recognized the boundaries that he can never surpass." Zhu Guangquan looked at Xu Rong who placed a bundle of wheat on the ridge and said softly, "In Confucian culture, this is called knowing destiny."

Wang Yaqin has a low education. In recent years, under the supervision of Jin Fangfang, although she has made up a lot of knowledge, she is all practical reference books and has no interest in philosophy and literature.

Therefore, she didn't understand what Zhu Guangquan wanted to express at all.

The short female reporter next to him thought carefully for a few seconds and slowly opened her mouth wide. She turned her head gently and looked at Xu Rong in disbelief.

Her mouth squirmed a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she couldn't say a word.

Because these are just Zhu Guangquan's guesses.

Zhu Guangquan was silent. Before he contacted Xu Rong, he always regarded him as a normal person because his behavior in the past was normal.

Even if his habit of not appearing on variety shows is nothing unusual in his opinion, and most old performers are not keen on variety shows.

But after real contact, he always felt that Xu Rong was too normal, and it was a little abnormal, which made him feel that everything he saw was what Xu Rong wanted him to see.

The reason for this judgment is that in his understanding, people like Xu Rong have inconsistent values ​​with ordinary people. Just like an elite person he had met, he once bluntly stated that the existence of most people in society is a huge waste of resources.

Especially the biggest difference between them and ordinary people is that their endless wealth has made their material demand lower to a level of neglect.

In most people's perception, the richer the people live in the bigger the house, the better the car they drive, and all aircraft and yachts must be equipped, but in essence, this is the "emperor's golden shoulder pole" thinking, because pursuing these things has no meaning to them.

However, Xu Rong did not show any behavior that was different from ordinary people, which was the most abnormal.

Wang Yaqin felt the strange atmosphere, looked at the female reporter uneasy, forced a smile, and asked, "Teacher Zhu, Teacher Wang, let's go back for dinner first?"

Seeing the two of them showing confusion, she explained: "Teacher Xu said that when it is the busy farming season, the farmers have never made a special trip to go home for dinner. Sometimes they can make do with a few steamed buns. When we come, we can help him bring the meal."

Zhu Guangquan heard this and said, "Then you go back and bring me some food when you come."

"Oh well."

After about an hour of touching, Li Geng drove from the entrance of the village in a three-wheeled Dongfeng "dongdongdong".

In the car, Xiao Zhang, Song Yi, Yuan Yu, Wang Yaqin and female reporters were standing respectively.

When Dongfeng Sanyuan arrived at the ground, everyone got out of the car and looked at the wheat fields that had already been cut by a quarter, and were stunned.

Didn’t you agree to work together?

"Teacher Xu, it's time to eat." Zhu Guangquan, who was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, shouted to Xu Rong.

When he turned around, he explained: "Today's maximum temperature is 38 degrees. Teacher Xu came early and probably wanted to cut more while the weather was cool in the morning."

"Then why don't you call us together?"

Li Geng glanced at her: "You can harvest wheat?"

The person who just spoke dared not speak anymore.

Xu Rong had already stopped at this time, and while slapped the wind with a straw hat, he looked at the fruits of his labor for half a morning, and was a little unsatisfied.

After all, I haven't been in the field for seven or eight years, and my efficiency has really decreased a lot compared to the past.

He walked to the ground, sat under the shade of the tree, took the bamboo basket that Wang Yaqin took, called Zhu Guangquan to join him, peeled the eggs, put them into the steamed bun, pinched them hard, and then bit off a small half of them in one bite.

Zhu Guangquan followed suit, but his eating habits were a little bit more elegant than Xu Rong, which was a rare experience for him.

Xu Rong looked at Xiao Zhang, and Song Yi and others sprayed the sunscreen spray from head to head like they didn't have money. After drinking a sip of water, he swallowed the steamed buns and said, "Are you not a saint of the ancient tomb sect today?"

He refers to the dress of the couple who only showed their eyes yesterday.

"Hahaha."

"Teacher Xu is so annoying!"

Seeing that Li Geng was holding a sickle and was about to cut the wheat, Xu Rong reminded: "Wear gloves, our hands are not calloused. If we don't wear gloves, our palms will blister after a while."

"Oh, OK."

"Have you seen the knife edge of the sickle touching outward? It's almost the same thing. It's easy to cut your legs when you pull the sickle to your arms like this."

"Bending down, the wheat stubble is left too high. When you go back to plant corn, the sharpness of that thing is no worse than a sickle."

Xu Rong took a steamed bun in a few seconds and picked up the second one.

As the sun moves into the sky, the temperature rises rapidly.

Song Yi stood in the sun for half an hour. Although she had not cut much wheat, she estimated that she had lost at least half a pound from the amount of sweat she had sweated in the past half an hour. She planned to see where Xu Rong had gone. As soon as she stood up, her eyes suddenly turned black. However, she had expected this. When she returned, the air was steaming and distorted her eyes as if boiled water was boiling.

After the initial freshness, Song Yi was already admitting his defeat. Taking advantage of Xu Rong's time to bend down to cut wheat, she smiled embarrassedly at Zhu Guangquan and the female reporter behind her, tiptoed to the ground, and got under the motorized tricycle.

A cool place that will not be discovered by Xu Rong.

Since Song Yi accidentally opened the door of the dressing room that day, he realized that she would no longer force herself to do something because of Xu Rong's likes and dislikes.

At worst, you can be expelled from the sect!

She didn't pay the tuition anyway.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired." Xiao Zhang stood up with his waist, turned his head but found that Song Yi, who was only a little behind him, was missing.

She frowned and looked around, muttering, "Have you gone home to go to the bathroom?"

When her eyes touched the Dongfeng Tricycle on the ground, a bold idea suddenly arose in her heart.

She quietly glanced at Xu Rong, turned around, and smiled embarrassedly at Zhu Guangquan and the female reporter behind her, and tiptoed towards the direction of the three-wheeled wind on the ground.

When she arrived at the car, she was just short and about to get in, but she found that Song Yi was actually cat below!

The eyes met, and the two were as if they had met a thief, which was frightened, but soon, both of them understood each other's intentions.

"Hahaha."

Zhu Guangquan in the distance smiled and looked at this scene. No wonder these two people couldn't play with Yuan Yu.

Xu Rong seemed to notice the movements of the two people behind him, and seemed to be unaware of them, and was still silently cutting wheat, like the land under his feet.

Yuan Yu was already very tired, and now she was full of will. The clothes under the sunscreen were soaked, and her body was so itchy because of the wheat. However, she did not dare to learn from Song Yi's broken jar, nor did she dare to learn from Sister Zhang to go wherever she wanted.

She squatted on the ground, neither cutting wheat nor leaving, because Xu Rong was not far away in front of her.

"Many years ago, I squatted in this field like you, thinking about why I have to work and whether I can stop working?" Xu Rong wiped the sweat from her neck with a towel and looked at Yuan Yu who was squatting on the ground not far away. "But real farmers will not think about this problem. If they don't have a choice, they will have to go hungry, can't afford to see a doctor, and can't afford to wear clothes. I'm not making an analogy. Rural people get sick and will not go to the hospital until they have to be absolutely necessary. If they really get seriously ill, even if they only need 200,000 to 300,000 yuan to cure the disease, most farmers will choose to spend ten yuan for Feng Shui master to treat it."

"To put it bluntly, I'm waiting to die."

"This group is not an individual or a minority. The rural population of our country is currently 947 million. At least half of them have been tied to the land for their entire lives, just maintaining the most basic food and clothing." Xu Rong paused and continued, "It doesn't make much sense to tell you about these things now. You just need to remember the hard work of farmers."

Yuan Yu lowered his head, and a drop of sweat slid from his forehead, dripping straight onto the ground along his cheeks and chin, breaking into several petals.
To be continued...