Chapter Seventy-One: A Muddled Mind

  The wide road surface of Songjiabao New Village, a small car is moving slowly, and the driver is surprisingly Huang Xiaojun.

  "Xiao Jun, can't you drive a bit faster?" Qiao Sheng in the car said anxiously as he looked at the slow-moving vehicle.

  At this time, Chi Qiao Sheng had completely lost the haggard and withered appearance of more than half a month ago. He was in high spirits, his face rosy, and he had also gained a lot of weight.

  This is also Song Wen's credit.

  Song Wen said that Lao Jiang's preserved plum could cure it, and he didn't doubt it either. The stone that had been weighing on his mind finally fell down.

  The heart disease was gone, and with the help of Chi Wan Nian's invitation to an old Chinese doctor to help him recuperate. In just over half a month, he had changed beyond recognition and regained his former vitality.

  However, the beloved bonsai was taken away, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. At that time, his body wasn't well, and his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and grandson didn't let him go out. This time, the doctor said his body had recovered, as long as it wasn't too intense exercise, there was no problem, so he immediately wanted to come over and take a look at the old plum blossoms, but he didn't know the place, so he called Huang Xiaojun, while Huang Xiaojun had something in the morning, and drove over in the afternoon to bring him over.

  Huang Xiaojun listened to Chi Qiao's words and smiled: "Grandpa, in Songjiabao, you can't drive fast, or else people won't let me come in the future."

  Songjiabao has a rule that you can't drive fast inside, otherwise you can only park your car in the parking lot outside and can't come in. The main reason is that there are many elderly people and children in the village, and the children are particularly naughty and run around everywhere, fearing accidents.

  "I said, Old Pool, what's the hurry? You're already at an advanced age, and yet you're still so anxious, like a young man." Qin Fu chimed in with a teasing tone. He had come over to visit Pool Qiao Sheng today and happened to know that he was going to see Lao Jiu Mei, so he was also curious whether Song Wen could cure Lao Jiu Mei's illness, and thus came along for the ride in Huang Xiao Jun's car.

  Qiao Sheng heard his teasing and hummed angrily, no longer speaking.

  After a while, the car left the streets of Songjiapu and Huang Xiaojun accelerated, speeding up the mountain.

  Not far from the opening, a bamboo gate was casually set up with "Private territory, no entry for idle people" written on both sides. Above it was a horizontal row of words that read "Dashan Bamboo Shoots Planting Base".

  The bamboo door was only open a crack, and the car could have squeezed through if it wanted to, but it would inevitably get scratched. Huang Xiaojun had no choice but to get out of the car, open the door, and then drive in slowly.

  ............

  By the creek's edge on a barren land, Song Wen held a hoe and dug up the tender and beautiful Mao Shen flowers that grew in the earth.

  This hairy flower blooms all year round, and it's not a problem that it blooms. However, the flowers it produces have a strong foul odor. When the wind blows, you can smell it from far away. If someone with respiratory disease smells it, they might faint on the spot. Moreover, this hairy flower grows very quickly. In spring, it starts as a small sprout, and by the end of the year, it has grown into a large clump. It's a type of vine that spreads out in all directions, covering a large area, and it must be removed.

  They dug up the Mao Shen Hua and cleared out its roots, then Song Wencai started tidying up the wasteland.

  The wasteland is very long, almost all the way to the creek, but Song Wen only plans to clear out about one mu of land and then start fertilizing it. By the time spring arrives, he can plant watermelons, and by summer, they'll have watermelons to eat.

  The weather is a bit cold, but the sunshine is widespread, and the warmth is all over the place.

  Song Wen dug up the one mu of land he wanted and then began to flatten the ground by the stream.

  This piece of wasteland is a bit sloping and uneven, although it doesn't matter for growing watermelons, he still wants to fix it up, even if he won't grow watermelons in the future, he can still plant other things.

  Bamboo is fresh and green, full of life.

  Standing in the midst of a bamboo forest, I feel that it is deep and secluded, mysterious and enchanting.

  The car turned a bend and Qiao Sheng saw a stretch of green in the distance, only then did he realize that this was not just a bamboo forest, but also a majestic sea of bamboo.

  In the bamboo sea, mid-level mountains are layered and peaks are stacked, with deep and secluded valleys. Green bamboo is everywhere, and green waves rise and fall. He also saw a distant stream of water surging and flowing.

  Arriving at the parking lot, Huang Xiaojun stopped the car.

  Qiao Sheng stepped down from the car and looked around, only to see the distant lake water clear and emerald green. The afternoon sun shone down, casting a golden glow on the lake, making it look magnificent and resplendent.

  The pampas grass by the lake sways in the wind, and the white plumes rise with the wind, dancing in the air like snowflakes.

  The mountains still have a faint mist, the mist floats in the air between the lake and the sea of bamboo, looking dreamy and ethereal.

  The clear lake water, the drifting mountain mist, the quiet small courtyard, the green mountains, the emerald bamboo, and the white flowers, form a beautiful and majestic landscape painting.

  A gentle breeze stirs up the clear and blue waves, with layer upon layer of ripples spreading out to the surrounding lush green bamboo.

  The bamboo shadows are reflected in the emerald waves, as if a peerless beauty is bathing by the water's edge. Her hair flows like a waterfall, softly scattered in the gentle glow of the emerald waves. A pair of slender white arms scoop up a handful of jade-like water to pour over her lovely face. Pearls of water roll across her skin as smooth as snow and jade, shining with a soft light.

  By the shore, the small courtyard built on the mountain is so quiet and peaceful, but under the cover of green bamboo and water, it also appears to be so colorful.

  "What a great place!"

  Chi Qiao Sheng sighed and Qin Fu nodded in agreement beside him.

  Song Wen Zheng was leveling the ground when he heard a carriage horn sound from behind, turned his head to look and saw it was Huang Xiao Jun and others, thinking they must have come to see the old plum blossoms, so he shouldered his hoe and walked towards them.

  The mountain stream is full of emotions, pouring out its endless tender words.

  Perhaps infected by the gurgling water, Huang Xiaojun felt that she too had become more sentimental.

  As she watched Song Wen walking towards her with a hoe on his shoulder and a smile on his face, the heart that had been shrouded in worldly dust for so long actually fluttered.

  Suddenly, she couldn't understand why, but a line from Stephen Chow's "From Beijing with Love" popped into her mind: Do you think hiding will make me unable to find you? It's useless. A man like you, no matter where he is, is as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark, so striking, so outstanding. Your melancholic eyes, your mustache that seems to be sighing, your incredible knife skills, and even that cup of Dry Martini have all deeply captivated me...

  Thinking of that sentence, looking at Song Wen walking slowly towards him, with the same brightness, the same outstanding appearance, and the same melancholic eyes, as well as his rugged beard, except he didn't have any extraordinary knife skills or Dry Martini, but instead had a pair of skilled hands in cooking.

  A gentle breeze blew, causing Song Wen's clothes to flutter and her scattered hair to dance in the air.

  At this moment, Huang Xiaojun couldn't help but admit that she was moved. It wasn't just the elegance of this moment, but also his wispy whiskers, which were so bewilderingly charming.

  The man in front of me might be that legendary, extremely rare and exceptional good man that my best friend was talking about.

  What should I do? Should I take the initiative or wait for that elusive fate?

  At this moment, Huang Xiaojun's heart was in a mess.