"The Watcher in the Rye"
During the summer harvest of 1972, the wheat in Yangjiacun was ripe.
Yang Dashan squatted on the field ridge, his bronze face shining brightly in the sun. He carefully twisted an ear of wheat, put it between his teeth and nibbled lightly. The full wheat grain burst out with a unique aroma in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and looked at the rolling golden ocean in front of him. Sweat slid down his forehead, leaving deep and shallow traces on the blue shirt that had been washed white.
"It's a good year." He murmured to himself, gently stroking the heavy wheat ears with his rough palms.
"Brother Dashan!"
A crisp call came from the end of the field ridge. A girl with two braids walked lightly carrying a bamboo basket with two clay pots in it. "My mother asked me to bring some mung bean soup."
Dashan turned around when he heard the sound and saw Lin Xiaojuan's figure gilded by the sunlight, and his heart moved involuntarily. She is the daughter of Lin's accountant in the village. She has just turned 20 this year. She is a well-known good girl from all over the country. People who want to marry her come one after another, but she always refuses lightly.
"Why did you come out in such a poisonous sun?" Dashan hurriedly stepped forward to greet her and took the basket from her hand. Their fingertips touched inadvertently, and then separated quickly, and an imperceptible blush appeared on their faces.
Xiaojuan lowered her head and pursed her lips with a smile, revealing two shallow dimples: "I am willing to come." After saying that, she opened the lid of the clay pot, filled a bowl of mung bean soup and handed it over.
Dashan took the bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, wiping his mouth with his sleeve: "It really quenches my thirst."
"Drink slowly.
