When Shen Zhixia walked into Houdoumen with an old book filled with agricultural technical notes, she never thought that she would become the eleventh person outside the "Ten Days of Hard Work".
She is quiet and calm. She will squat alone in the greenhouse to check the film before a rainstorm, and she will silently repair a loose hoe after everyone goes to bed. She is the one who always stands on the edge of the camera, but keeps every plant and every boy in mind.
There is a 142-acre land here, with 4,000 pots of roses, and a group of teenagers who are busy from sowing to harvesting. And she learned two things in 192 days: wait, and take root.
Lu Zhuo is the kind of person who is always smiling and always saying "come back when nothing happens". He walked across the field bank carrying the bag of seeds, and the sunlight stretched his shadow very long - long enough to just cover a soft corner in her heart.
She would silently hand him warm water when he was so tired that he squatted in the field crying; he would lose his temper rarely when she had a high fever, and then boil three pots of ginger soup without saying a word. From "picking up" the lost girl three times on the ridge of the field, to appearing at the back door on New Year's Eve to say "on the way" home; from a pot of miniature roses planted by her own hands, to watching the golden dumping side by side on the co-pilot of the harvester when the wheat waves surged.
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