Sweet and sour
Older love with a fake upbringing, an old flame finally catching fire.
There are too many people named Lao Zhou... How am I supposed to change it? qwq
[Vigorous wood-type x uptight and abstinent] Xue Peng x Zhou Shixu
Beneath the tranquil surface, currents surge. Composed and restrained by day, burning with desire at night.
1.
Seven years apart in age, Zhou Shixu, the uncle of Xue Peng's friend, had always treated her as a younger kid.
Books, dolls, candy.
He brought gifts for his friend and always brought an extra one for her.
By the time the girls reached college, the gifts had become perfume, jewelry, and handbags.
These useless things gradually piled up into several big boxes.
Later, Xue Peng spent every day in the test fields, wearing a battered straw hat, weeding one day and hoeing the next.
But her suitors kept hounding her, getting in the way of her farming.
Her friend went to Zhou Shixu. "Uncle, find Pengpeng a good man, will you?"
He frowned. "She's so young. There's no need to rush..."
"She needs a shield."
His friend cut him off and made a specific request. "Pick someone around your age. That's her type."
He was suddenly struck dumb and dropped his teacup.
2.
Xue Peng had always been clearheaded. She knew that her adolescent daydream about Zhou Shixu had been foolish.
They were too far apart, in terms of family background, seniority, and their entirely separate futures.
He lived on a high terrace; she sat in a field.
But Zhou Shixu introduced her to a potential boyfriend.
He had all the right qualifications: a suitable age, similar life experiences, and a compatible personality.
Just as he had once helped her consider her college entrance exam choices, he now had a keen eye for the perfect "match" in marriage.
If you never think about people's feelings, you'll surely stay together till your hair turns white.
But out of respect, she refused.
Xue Peng didn't see the man's sudden look of relief, or the complex emotions in his restrained gaze.
She only thought: After New Year's Eve, I'll let him go.
Forget it.
So, after that night of confusion and loss of control, Zhou Shixu realized that Xue Peng was avoiding him.
...Of course. She had every reason to hate him.
To her, he was nothing but a useless thing.
Xue Peng's name was lovely: lush vegetation, anything planted would thrive. She had a natural wood spirit root, and a truly incredible head of hair that just kept growing.
The great proletariat will never be corrupted by the capitalist sugar-coated bullets!
Also:
Urgent tag to my bestie: Once you get rich, I'll arrange your marriage.
Agriculture students really have it hard, and they're truly amazing. Hats off to them!
The author really doesn't know much about the field, so will try to write as little technical content as possible.
But Xue Peng really is an agriculture student, so after doing some research, I'll carefully include a little.
[A sweet romance focused on love]
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground
