In the yellow dust and sandstorm, a woman clung tightly to a large tree by the roadside. She was over 1.72 meters tall, filled with helplessness and pity.
At her feet lay a woman's bicycle. The rear wheel of the bicycle was caved in, and the tire was clearly broken, making it impossible to go further. The woman was wrapped up tightly, with only a small part of her face exposed. Yet, this small part of her face gave an astonishing impression. Her skin was fair and luminous, and her large, clear eyes seemed to shine even in the sandstorm, full of spirit. It was hard to imagine how beautiful her face would be if she were to remove all her coverings.
Looking at the familiar yet strange large eyes before him, Qin Chuan's heart churned, unable to calm down.
"Teacher Yang..."
What a long-lost address. Thank heaven for letting me meet you again! This woman had, in a sense, occupied his entire adolescence, his undisputed goddess! To be precise, she was his crush and the object of his first emotional stirrings. As the saying goes, first love is unforgettable, and unforgettable is first love! Whether it was a crush or first love, it was something every young man and woman would never forget. After all, which young man or woman hadn't experienced hormonal surges in their youth? In their youth, they all had someone they liked or secretly admired, but unfortunately, the dreams of many were ultimately shattered. Qin Chuan was, not surprisingly, one of those whose dreams were shattered! After the accident in his previous life, his family moved away from the village to work elsewhere, naturally losing any possibility of further development with Teacher Yang. Even many years later, when Qin Chuan achieved success, he could no longer find that beautiful silhouette etched deep in his heart.
Teacher Yang, whose full name was Yang Zimo, was a volunteer teacher in Nanyang Village. This was why Qin Chuan knew her. At the same time, Yang Zimo was not just his crush but also admired by all the young men and even the old bachelors in Nanyang Village. After being reborn, due to family issues and numerous difficulties, Qin Chuan didn't think about his former goddess for a while, and with school on holiday, he had no expectations. He never expected to encounter Yang Zimo on the road today, and his excitement was beyond words.
"Qin Gang, Qin Chuan? Is that you?"
At this moment, Yang Zimo also recognized the Qin brothers. Her pleasant voice was filled with surprise. Yang Zimo's voice finally jolted Qin Chuan, whose thoughts had been drifting. He quickly regained his senses, first striding forward and blocking the northwest of Yang Zimo, which was the source of the sandstorm. At 1.85 meters tall, his imposing figure was like a wall, directly cutting off the howling wind.
"Teacher Yang, this dreadful weather might bring snow again. Hurry up and get on our vehicle!" Without any further ado, Qin Chuan decisively told Yang Zimo to get on their vehicle.
"But... my bicycle..." Yang Zimo hesitated. Her bicycle tire was broken.
"Don't worry about that. Our three-wheeled motorcycle can carry your bicycle along!" This time, it was Qin Gang who spoke.
Yang Zimo nodded, lifted the hem of her long down jacket with both hands, and walked to the three-wheeled motorcycle. However, she soon hesitated. The three-wheeled motorcycle was not very large, and it was loaded with too many things piled high. Not only could she not climb on, but even if she managed to, she feared falling off! The mountain roads in the countryside were not smooth but winding and bumpy.
"Teacher Yang, come! Extend your hand, I'll pull you up!" Just as Yang Zimo was hesitating, a voice came from above. Looking up, she saw that Qin Chuan had already climbed onto the three-wheeled vehicle at some unknown time, reaching out his arm to her with an innocent expression.
Thinking of the more than ten kilometers left to go and her broken bicycle, Yang Zimo gritted her teeth and extended her small hand. With Qin Chuan's pull, she got onto the frame of the three-wheeled vehicle.
"Second brother, hand up the bicycle too. Teacher Yang and I will sit on this piece of wood!" "Drive the vehicle steadily, be careful not to let us both fall off!" Qin Chuan instructed the stunned Qin Gang below.
Qin Gang snapped back to reality, grinding his teeth in anger. Why was this scoundrel brother always one step faster than him in everything? Teacher Yang was the goddess of all unmarried men in the village, and he was no exception as an admirer. What a wonderful thing it would be to ride back to the village sitting next to a beauty like Teacher Yang! To his surprise, his younger brother had beaten him to it again! With a sense of injustice, Qin Gang handed up the bicycle with a dark expression. Qin Chuan naturally noticed his second brother's expression but chose to ignore it. How could his second brother be as fragrant as Teacher Yang? He could always take him to entertainment venues a few more times later...
A few minutes later, the three-wheeled motorcycle started up, emitting thick black smoke. To avoid the wind, Qin Chuan and Yang Zimo both sat facing the rear of the vehicle, with their backs to the engine.
"Teacher Yang, it's only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, why are you coming to our village?" Qin Chuan conversed naturally with Yang Zimo on the way. The space on top of the three-wheeled vehicle was limited, and sitting together, they were almost leaning against each other. Fortunately, it was winter, and everyone was wearing thick clothes, which reduced some of the awkwardness.
"It's nothing. I was idle at home during the New Year and wanted to return to school early to clean up!" "Also, some fifth-graders will be entering junior high soon, so I plan to give them some extra lessons in advance!" Qin Chuan realized, finally remembering that many primary schools in this era were five-year systems, and after the fifth grade, they would enter junior high.
"Teacher Yang, I thank you on behalf of the children in our village. It is their good fortune to have met a good teacher like you!" Qin Chuan said sincerely.
"It's nothing, it's what we teachers should do!" Yang Zimo replied calmly, then asked curiously, "By the way, are you two brothers returning from the county town? What are you doing with so much wood and paint?"
"The village chief's son is getting married, so we brothers are renovating the village chief's new house!" As he was speaking, the motorcycle suddenly bumped. Yang Zimo, who was sitting properly on the wood, let out a startled cry of "Aiya!" and half her body tilted, about to fall. In the critical moment, Qin Chuan quickly extended his arm and pulled her back by the waist. Yang Zimo, shaken, her large eyes blinked rapidly, and then she let out another soft cry, struggling to get up. She realized she was sitting in Qin Chuan's arms, and this position made her even more flustered and uneasy, her fair face flushed crimson. Qin Chuan naturally let go of her, as if unaware of all this, and gently advised, "Teacher Yang, hold on tight, the road is not smooth!" Yang Zimo responded with a barely audible "Mm," lowering her head and remaining silent. She, being naive, did not notice someone beside her lightly dusting off their arm, a subtle curve on their lips.
"Her waist is really thin!" "In this life, I absolutely cannot miss out again!"