Chapter 331 - You Know What, Yan Molun Got Water For Sang Hua Too Yesterday
Chapter 331: You Know What, Yan Molun Got Water For Sang Hua Too Yesterday
Yan Molun pondered over the question seriously before answering slowly, “I guess I couldn’t help it.”
Couldn’t help it… couldn’t help it…
These three words carried so much weight. Jiang Duoyao hung her head low in defeat, her face feeling as though it was about to explode.
Yan Molun looked at her. “If everything between a man and a woman happened according to sequence without variation, then they would lose some passion and fervor.”
Passion… passion…
Jiang Duoyao was beginning to think about other things. She bit her lips hard. She couldn’t let her thoughts run wild again.
She stayed silent and stared at the ground obediently as she walked.
“You’re not supposed to look at the ground when you walk; look up.” Yan Molun sighed softly and pulled her hand so that she was closer to him.
Jiang Duoyao followed beside him without making a sound. With lessons learned from the previous two times, she didn’t dare to let her thoughts run wild anymore.
…
When they returned to the village, almost every house was dimly lighted. Because the two didn’t speak on the way, Jiang Duoyao spoke again in order to lessen the awkwardness. “It doesn’t make much difference whether there’s electricity or not. It takes a whole day to charge a phone completely. I really take my hat off to the people who spend their whole lives here.”
Yan Molun stared at the road ahead seriously. His lips were tightly pressed together. Just when Jiang Duoyao thought he wouldn’t reply, he suddenly said, “There are many places even poorer than this in this world.”
Jiang Duoyao was stunned.
“At least they have food. Some people don’t even have three meals a day,” Yan Molun said lightly. “Even their very lives are threatened every moment.”
Jiang Duoyao suddenly fell silent. She believed him. After all, he had gone further out, had more experiences and been through many difficult and dangerous situations.
When they walked to the door of the school dormitory, Xiling heard their footsteps and opened the door before they even knocked. “You two are finally back.”
“Mm. Rest well.” Yan Molun placed the things he brought on the chair by the door and returned to his room without saying a word.
Jiang Duoyao turned her head back to watch his figure retreating across the field. He was tall and upright.
Xiling closed the door and pouted. “You two came back a little too late. I was a little scared of being here alone in the mountains.”
“Sorry. We rode a horse on the grass plains for a while so we delayed our journey back.” Duoyao passed her some food because she felt bad.
Xiling opened the packaging and said with her eyes wide open, “You even went to ride a horse? That’s so romantic. How did it go? Did you hare a horse? Like in ‘My Fair Princess’ (1. Popular Chinese period drama)?”
“Do you think you’re filming a TV drama?” Jiang Duoyao turned back to fetch herself some water to wash her face. However, recalling the scene on the grass plains still made her face heat up. It had felt a little romantic like they were in a TV dramas
“No way, nothing at all happened during such a good opportunity?” Xiling looked at her with apparent disbelief. “No kisses, no holding of hands?”
“Your mind is so dirty.” Duoyao wrung a wet towel dry and covered her face. The towel was a little hot and so was her face.
“So self-righteous.” Xiling snorted.
Many things seemed to have happened that day. At night, Jiang Duoyao lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep. She closed her eyes but her brain was exceptionally active and a little agitated. She wanted to turn but was afraid she would wake Xiling up so she lay there stiffly for three to four hours before she fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Xiling woke up from a sudden coldness. When she opened her eyes, she realized that her blanket was half-gone. Beside her, Duoyao had rolled herself up with the blanket like a caterpillar.
She pulled the blanket over a little angrily. Duoyao moved and peeked her face out from under the covers. Her eyes were closed but she was laughing foolishly while biting a finger.
Xiling felt a little creeped out by her smile. After looking at Jiang Duoyao for a while, she confirmed she was sleeping but there was some dream actually making her smile like a fool in love.
She even said nothing happened. Something must’ve happened.
Duoyao was dreaming. In her dream, she was riding on a horse with Yan Molun. Suddenly, he held her, turned her around and kissed her passionately. As they were kissing, the horse they were on suddenly rocked violently and Xiling’s voice actually came out from the horse’s mouth. “Jiang Duoyao, wake up. You need to go to class…”
She opened her eyes and saw Xiling’s unwashed face and bolted upright in fright. She rubbed her face hard. Alright, she was dreaming just now.
“What were you dreaming about? You were laughing stupidly the entire night.” Xiling looked at her suspiciously.
“Er… I dreamt of a handsome lad.” Duoyao scratched the back of her head awkwardly. She was about to go crazy. She didn’t know why she would dream about riding on a horse with Yan Molun again.
“I’m afraid the handsome lad must’ve been Yan Molun.” Xiling found her funny and threw her clothes over. “The bell’s already rung for the morning self-study session. Go to class quickly.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” She let out a cry and clambered out of bed in a rush.
Just as she was dashing across the field towards the classroom, she couldn’t help but glance at Yan Molun’s door opposite hers. It was still shut. He’s not up yet.
…
When she came out after class, Yan Molun was sitting on the broken table tennis table lazily while he smoked.
Jiang Duoyao recalled the dream she had last night and felt guilty so she didn’t go over. During lunch, he came over to help them start a fire and cook. Xiling asked him while cooking, “Mr. Yan, how long do you intend to stay this time?”
Duoyao, who was washing vegetables on the side, pricked her ears up to listen. He was silent for a while before replying, “I don’t know.”
“If you don’t know, then stay longer,” Xiling said with a chuckle and received an eye-roll from Duoyao.
…
And just like that, six to seven days passed. Yan Molun only came out occasionally to eat, play cards with them, fetch them water, and occasionally say some mushy things to Duoyao. However, he stopped kissing her suddenly.
Duoyao heaved a sigh of relief secretly. Actually, these last few days, she had been thinking: if Yan Molun were to suddenly kiss her again, she wouldn’t be able to withstand it because she was totally unprepared mentally.
Seeing no movements from the two of them made Xiling a little anxious.
One day when she was returning to the school dormitory after music class with the children, she was held back by Xiling, who said anxiously, “What on earth is your progress with Yan Molun now?”
“This is it. You’re with me every day, so can’t you see?” The corners of Jiang Duoyao’s lips twitched. Xiling was even more worried about her love life than her parents.
“I see and that’s why I’m anxious. If you’re going to keep acting like this, someone else will definitely take action,” Xiling said. “You know what? Yan Molun was fetching water for Sang Hua too yesterday.”
Jiang Duoyao was stunned. She looked up and matched Xiling’s gaze.
She remembered hearing from someone that Sang Hua had a crush on Yan Molun.
“I heard it from Alongso. Alongso said he saw it with his eyes,” Xiling said angrily. “He’s no longer fetching water only for you.”
Jiang Duoyao was in a daze for a few seconds. After a while, she said numbly, “So be it. I’m not even going out with him and I didn’t stick a tag on him saying that he can only fetch water for me.”
“Continue acting so stubborn. In any case, I’m just letting you know. If you don’t care, then it’s none of my business.” Xiling glanced at her and went out to play with her camera after saying that.
Jiang Duoyao looked at the few buckets of water placed against the wall. She had an inexplicable urge to kick them away.
…
Yan Molun came over for dinner after 6 pm. The three of them were very quiet at the dining table. Even Xiling, who always talked a lot, had very few words to say.
After dinner, Yan Molun asked if they wanted to play cards. Duoyao turned her face away coldly. “No. It’s so boring to play every day.”
Yan Molun’s dark brows knitted together. He stood up and left without saying anything.
…
In the afternoon of the next day, when Xiren’s Ma came over to deliver her child’s homework, she told Duoyao secretly, “Teacher Jiang, don’t just teach the children every day and neglect your man. You have to keep a closer watch on him. This morning, when I went to Sang Hua’s house to give her something, I happened to see… your boyfriend coming out of Sang Hua’s room.”
Jiang Duoyao knitted her brows tightly together and said with frustration, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“He’s not?” Xiren’s Ma watched her for a while and said with a smile, “In any case, I’m just letting you know.”
The morning class happened to be Art class. The students were using the paper and pens that Yan Molun brought. Jiang Duoyao found the stationery very irksome. The more she looked at them, the more she wanted to tear up the paper.
This hypocritical Yan Molun. He showed his true self after just a few days.
To think he had the cheek to say that if he got water for other women, they would misunderstand. So what did he mean by getting water for Sang Hua? Wasn’t he afraid she would misunderstand?
She drew a cartoon of a man on the blackboard angrily. Gramu raised his hand and asked, “Teacher, what are you drawing?”
“Oh, this is a bad person. A very bad, trashy scum,” Duoyao said angrily as she hit the blackboard.
The children exchanged glances and felt as though some man had offended their teacher.
…
After class, Duoyao purposely looked in through Yan Molun’s window. There was no one inside. He must’ve been seduced by Sang Hua again. In the past, he was always either waiting in the field or fetching water. No wonder she hadn’t seen him for the past couple of afternoons. Could there be something going on between him and Sang Hua?
Jiang Duoyao couldn’t figure it out. Sang Hua might be decent-looking in the village, but compared to the women on the outside, Sang Hua could only be considered slightly below average. Could Yan Molun really be so hungry that he could make do with Sang Hua just to satisfy his needs?
Or did Sang Hua have impressive means?
Jiang Duoyao couldn’t figure it out. Why would the man who was spinning around her just a few days ago suddenly go to another woman?
She felt uncomfortable inside, as though there was a cat scratching in her heart.
Yan Molun came after 5 pm and said, “I’m not eating with you today. You don’t have to cook my share.”