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After returning home, Sang Ning couldn't wait to open the package. There were many pomegranates inside, but they were not completely red and had a little green.

"Ah! Why send so many pomegranates? The postage is more expensive than the pomegranates."

Sang Ning grumbled, but felt sweet in his heart.

She unfolded the letter, the paper was slightly yellowed, "Puff", Sang Ning couldn't help laughing when she saw the handwriting. No wonder people say that handwriting reflects a person's character. Sang Qinian's handwriting was as rough as his others, "so ugly~"

"Ningning, this is a pomegranate from the northwest. It's not ripe yet, but that's just right. It's hot now. If you mail the ripe pomegranate back, it might go bad on the way. Everyone here grows this. The seeds are red and taste good, but they're too small. Not enough to fill my teeth, but they have a lot of water and are very thirst-quenching."

Sang Ning said with disdain, "What a rough guy."

Then he looked back, "I bought it from a farmer, and he gave me a few as a gift. He's a very nice guy. If you still like it after you eat it, write to me and I'll buy more and mail it back to you. Suddenly the scene changed, Ningning, I miss you, do you miss me? I think about you every moment of every day I'm here."

She rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, "Tsk! So greasy, but I kind of like it, hehe~"

"Every day, I train and eat. The Northwest is nothing like the South. It's too dry and windy. We've been doing horse stance these days, and water can be wrung out of our pants..."

Jing Qinian talked a lot, covering every detail, just like the emperor's daily diary, writing down exactly what he did every day.

After reading the letter, Sang Ning put it away and said, "Hmph, just some useless stuff." She carefully put the letter away and hid it in the box, pressing it with clothes.

Looking at the pomegranates, she turned her head and glanced out the window. The sun had set outside, so it probably wouldn't be very hot. She planned to send a few to Jing's mother and the others. After all, they were sent by someone else's son, and she would feel embarrassed to eat them all alone.

Mother Jing looked at the green fruit in Sang Ning's hand and said, "Comrade Sang, what is this rare thing? I have never seen it before."

When Sang Ning came, he had already thought of an excuse, "My brother is serving in the army in the northwest." Actually, Brother Sang was indeed serving in the army in the northwest.

"This fruit is a local specialty. He thought it was good, so he mailed some to me. The locals call it pomegranate. It's still a little green now. Leave it for a while and wait for it to turn red before you can eat it. It's astringent now."

"I'm so sorry that you always bring things to me," Jing's mother smiled naively, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay, auntie. We are neighbors, and I live in your old house. A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. You usually take good care of me."

Sang Ning comforted the old lady, and seeing that it was getting late, he exchanged a few words of greeting and went home.

Mother Jing watched Sang Ning leave, thinking more and more that she was going to marry him. Not only was he beautiful, but he was also kind-hearted and capable. I heard that he was going to teach in elementary school soon. Tsk! The brat had to work harder. Then she could help him and maybe it would work out.

At night, the breeze blows gently, blowing away a lot of the heat wave, and the cicadas and frogs chirp, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Sang Ning lay in bed, thinking carefully about what was mentioned in the letter during the day, and gradually fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw Jing Qinian fighting with someone shirtless. His eight-pack abs were particularly eye-catching. She smacked her lips, "He has a pretty good body!" Suddenly, the two people in the dream started fighting, and the simple training turned into a revenge duel. Jing Qinian was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. Soon his face was bruised and swollen. When Sang Ning saw this scene, her heart was in her throat. She couldn't help but shouting, "Jing Qinian! Jing Qinian! Stop it! Stop it!"

Sang Ning screamed heartbreakingly, "Stop hitting me! Jing Qinian, Jing Qinian!"

She became more and more agitated, and she sat up while shouting, and woke herself up. Sang Ning looked around fearfully. It was only a little after five o'clock, and the sky had just dawned. She found that there was nothing around, and the people were still in the old house of the Jing family. She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream."

In the dream, Jing Qinian was almost beaten to death. Sang Ning talked too much in his sleep and felt dry in his mouth. He picked up the water on the cabinet beside the bed and took a sip to moisten his throat.

The moment she put down the cup, she suddenly remembered what Yaoyao had said before: Jing Qinian would encounter a great disaster. It seemed that it was not long after that. She took out a pen from the cabinet and circled the date on the calendar.

There was still an hour before work started and she couldn't sleep, so she got up, tidied up, and started cooking.

Recently, we have been planting rice, and everyone has been getting up very early, hoping to finish the work early and get off work early. The weather is too hot, and it is especially easy to get heatstroke when the temperature is high at noon.

Su Yanmei had been in the sun for a few days and her skin had become noticeably darker. She glanced at Sang Ning next to her and said enviously, "Ningning, how come you never get tanned no matter how much you sunbathe? I envy you so much."

Having said that, she found that there were many things she envied. Sang Ning was very beautiful, with fair skin. She didn't change even after coming to the countryside. She was still an intellectual and could speak foreign languages. The more she thought about her, the more she felt useless. Comparing herself to others was really frustrating. "Oh..." She sighed.

"Okay! Stop sighing. I'll give you something good when I get back. It will guarantee to make your skin whiter." Every girl has the right to love beauty. Sang Ning plans to buy another bottle of whitening cream from the system and give it to her.

Su Yanmei's eyes suddenly lit up again, "Really?"

Sanning nodded.

"Ah! That's great, Ningning, you're the best." Su Yanmei almost pushed her down with a bear hug, but fortunately Sang Ning kept her balance, otherwise she would have turned into a clay figure in a moment.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and plant the rice! Otherwise, when the sun gets brighter, you'll get dark again."

"Yeah." Su Yanmei was afraid of the sun, so she moved her hands a lot faster.

After sending the package back home, Jing Qinian went to the post office in the local town whenever he had time to see if there was any package for him. He waited for a whole month but still got no response. He was a little depressed at first, but he knew how to comfort himself, "It's okay! Ningning must be too busy. Yes, it's the busy farming season now, she must be very busy."

Thinking of this, his mood became good again, and he began to think about what to send next time. The postage was expensive, and Jing Qinian could only send it once every two months. If his conditions were not limited, he would definitely send it every day to express his love for him thousands of miles away.

Sang Ning was indeed very busy recently. The village chief said that they needed help to plant rice, otherwise she would have gone to teach at the village primary school and would not have to work. But she still had time to write letters. She was a little cunning. She did not reply the first time so as not to appear anxious. She replied the next time so that she could take the dominant position in this relationship.

Because Sang Ning teaches English, there are no English textbooks in the village or even in the county, so she can only rely on memory, recall the knowledge she learned before, and then organize it. As a result, Sang Ning spent a lot of time and effort on preparing lessons. Although it is easier than doing farm work, it is also very tiring. She thinks that mental work makes her look older.

(End of this chapter)