Shen Zhixia walked through the gates of Houtoumen carrying an old notebook filled with agricultural tips. She never imagined she would become the eleventh person in “Ten Days of Diligence.”
Quiet and steady, she'd crouch alone in the greenhouse to check the plastic sheeting before a storm, and quietly fix a loose hoe after everyone had gone to bed. She was the one always standing at the edge of the camera frame, yet she kept every crop and every young man close to her heart.
There were 142 acres of land, 4,000 pots of roses, and a group of young men who worked from sowing to harvest. In 192 days, she learned two things: how to wait, and how to put down roots.
Lu Zhuo was the kind of person who was always smiling and always saying, “It's okay, let's try again.” He carried a sack of seeds along the field paths, the sunlight stretching his shadow long enough to cover a soft corner of her heart.
When he was so exhausted he crouched at the edge of a field and cried, she quietly handed him warm water. When she tried to work through a high fever, he lost his temper, a rare thing for him, then ruined three pots of ginger soup without saying a word. From “rescuing” her three times when she got lost on the field paths, to coming home on New Year's Eve and saying he was “just passing by”; from a miniature rose he planted with his own hands, to standing shoulder to shoulder in the combine's passenger seat, watching golden waves tumble as they harvested.
A few words from the author: Same as always, no details, no logic, whatever. The characters may be OOC. A product with nothing going for it. I won't accept any objections. It's all made up, so please don't take it as real!!!
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