People in Hezitun laughed at Zhou Xiaomei, saying that Wu Jun, an educated youth, regarded her as a new gadget and taught her how to read and write, making this country girl happy.
Only Zhou Xiaomei knew that what he taught her was not romantic at all.
What he wrote with her cold fingertips was the word "human heart"; what his deep voice poured into her ears was calculation and means.
"What are you afraid of? No matter how scared you are, you can't show it on your face." He squeezed her hand, as if polishing a sharp weapon.
The villagers laughed at her: "Xiaomei, Wu Zhiqing is raising you like a canary. It hurts to hold it in his hand!"
They couldn't see that every night, in that dilapidated utility room, he fed the beast called "unwilling" in her heart bigger and bigger, sharpening her claws.
Until that day, the order to return to the city came and the car was waiting at the entrance of the village.
Everyone was waiting to see Zhou Xiaomei's joke - to see how this spoiled bird cried and was left behind.
But he tore up the transfer order in public, smashed the smiling face of the person seeing him off, stared at her with a pair of red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Leave? I gave you my heart and taught you all my skills. Now you want to get rid of me?"
He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to come out of his chest: "Zhou Xiaomei, you dare to take a step and try it!"
Zhou Xiaomei just looked at him quietly, her eyes clear and calm, full of the coolness and determination he had taught her personally:
"Teacher Wu, you teach so well. My little bird... Has learned to peck people."
Very pretty