The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

As soon as they reached the forest farm.

Jiang Xiaoxiao first went to the dormitory, but found no one there; there was also no one in the fields along the way.

She guessed that they must have gone to the forest to work on the land, caring for their ginseng seedlings.

She had specifically reminded them that these ginseng seedlings wouldn't mature within a year; they were their future economic benefit.

The group indeed took meticulous care of the ginseng seedlings.

She immediately settled Grandma and Grandpa into Song Moting's room.

It's been hot lately, so Song Moting and He Aiguo moved out of the shared dormitory space; after all, so many empty rooms were available and there was no need to sweat it out crammed together on one bed.

Grandma and Grandpa looked at the conditions in their grandson's dormitory and nodded approvingly.

It wasn't as tough as they had imagined; both of them were accustomed to hardship and were raised in it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao asked the elderly couple to rest here for a while before she rushed to the field in search of people.

Sure enough, as she reached the edge of the forest, she spotted about ten figures busy in the fields from a distance.

After all, the fields at the base of the mountain had already been tidied up almost entirely, just waiting for the autumn harvest.

Frankly, right now was the easiest time for work.

"Song Moting, Brother Song, come quickly, someone's here to see you."

Jiang Xiaoxiao waved from the edge of the field, not daring to step into it for fear of trampling the ginseng seedlings.

Song Moting was bending over, pulling out weeds.

These ginseng seedlings are precious, so even pulling weeds needs to be done carefully without using hoes recklessly.

Afraid of damaging the ginseng seedlings.

They're almost treated like ancestors, so all the weeding is done manually by hand.

Upon hearing Jiang Xiaoxiao's voice, Song Moting's heart delighted; it's been days since he last saw Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This girl was always running off to the county town, which had almost become her second home now.

Sure, she calls the forest farm occasionally, but it's hard to say anything meaningful through the phone.

Especially with the manager standing nearby; even if he misses her, he can't express it.

But he truly misses that girl, her cheerful smile, her mischievous eyes, and even the meals she cooks.

He used to think that those ancient sayings of "one day apart feels like three autumns" must be insincere complaints, just the result of a literary man's sentimental thoughts.

How could feelings between a man and a woman really be like "one day apart feels like three autumns"?

But suddenly he understood.

This feeling let him understand that this notion of three years in one day was truly experienced by the ancients before they wrote about it.

One's feelings for another can indeed reach the point where even a minute apart feels as unbearable as a year without seeing each other.

When he looked up and saw the girl's bright smile, his eyes involuntarily filled with joy.

If it weren't for the fact that so many people were around, he'd really want to rush forward and embrace this girl.

Others also heard Jiang Xiaoxiao's voice.

Song Moting came out of the field, walking straight to Jiang Xiaoxiao; the girl probably ran too fast and was panting.

But her eyes were shining brightly, still full of spirit.

After just a few days, the girl seemed to have grown taller.

Song Moting's gaze was gentle, "What's the matter? Why are you running so fast? It's okay to slow down."

Jiang Xiaoxiao was running so quickly, shouting as she ran, that Song Moting barely caught her words; he only knew she kept calling him Brother Song.

Jiang Xiaoxiao grabbed Song Moting's arm, "Brother Song, hurry back, someone's here to see you."

She pulled him along to go back.

Song Moting smiled, a proud curve quietly formed at the corner of his mouth.

This little girl always did this, her slender fingers sliding gently down.

He secretly entwined his fingers with Jiang Xiaoxiao's, tightly held her small hand in his palm, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin.

A wave of whistles came from behind.

Jiang Xiaoxiao belatedly realized that they were actually holding hands; considering it's the 1970s, this was something.

Holding hands was definitely ahead of its time; even those dating dared not hold hands openly in front of others or make any overly bold moves.

Her face flushed red, wanting to fling off Song Moting's big hand.

Song Moting stubbornly tightened his grip, no matter how much she tried to shake it off.

And he proudly lifted their tightly clasped hands, waved them backwards.

It led to even more chaotic whistles behind them.

"Let go quickly, what would others think seeing this?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao became anxious, she wasn't stuck in the past.

But society didn't allow it then; back then issues of conduct between men and women could lead to severe punishment.

Song Moting released her hand, "You're my girlfriend. I think we should get married now, otherwise even holding hands is not proper. I've missed you so much these past days; you're a little heartless, going to the county town and forgetting to come back."

Song Moting didn't notice how plaintive his tone was, almost like a wife who couldn't see her husband.

"Oh dear, my grandson is actually planning to get married."

Before Jiang Xiaoxiao could respond, a voice suddenly emerged; Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Grandma, standing with Grandpa facing them on the road.

Their gazes met.

Her face suddenly turned red, with Song Moting still tightly clutching her hand.

"Let go now!"

This time she was truly frantic; she hadn't intended to announce their relationship to Grandma and Grandpa.

After all, they hadn't really reached the step of establishing a relationship yet; meeting the elders came too quickly.

Song Moting looked equally surprised, gently releasing Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand, completely caught off-guard by the grandparents showing up before them.

"Grandpa and Grandma, you were fine in the county; why come all this way to see us? The road's tough, and Grandma easily gets carsick, aren't you suffering just coming here?"

Ever since he was little he knew how Grandma easily got carsick, which meant both throwing up and dizziness.

Grandma held her grandson's hand, smiling warmly as she examined Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This girl had always felt close when first seen, little did she know that she was the one her eldest grandson favored.

Looks like her tastes were the same as her grandson's.

Knowing how outstanding this kid was, it's remarkable that he chose this girl.

It seemed their family might soon be celebrating.

"Alright, alright, hurry along, Xiaoxiao, come, let Grandma pull you along. You see, since you held Xiaoxiao's hand, you better take responsibility. Why not settle the marriage with Grandpa and Grandma here? Don't let her down, or else Grandma might scold you."

One hand pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao closer, liking her more the more she looked.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's lips twitched; Grandma, truly, we weren't planning on getting married yet.