Love and Desire (18+)-Chapter 243: Unwilling to Bow Before the Carriage

Chapter 243: Unwilling to Bow Before the Carriage
Xu Guozhong was disgusted. He thought to himself that Wang Xiaoyan was too eccentric, and he was completely fed up with him.
"Wang Xiaoyan...you...you son of a bitch..."
"Xu Guozhong, why don’t you help me step on it too? If you step on it, you won’t be able to see it..." Wang Xiaoyan’s shoe soles were still rubbing against the grass.
Xu Guozhong, his head buzzing, covered his nose and pointed at him, saying, "Wang Xiaoyan, you just stand here. When people come in, don’t move forward. Nobody can stand this smell."
...
It’s October, and although it’s already past nine in the morning, the fields in the countryside are still clean and tidy. In the distance, the blue sky is faint, and white clouds drift by. The sky is so blue, and the clouds are so white, like a light veil. The crops below are growing taller and taller as they ripen.
They’ve basically reached the jointing stage; they stop growing taller and start growing thicker. When a breeze blows from near or far, the lush green crops ripple like waves, like a rippling ocean.
The rustling sound was so delightful to the ears; this heavenly sound surpassed any other music...
Wang Yanan also felt a sense of joy and refreshment. She was tired of staying in the city all the time, sitting in an office chair, and surrounded by glass doors and concrete buildings. She was fed up with it all. Every day at work felt like just another day. Suddenly coming to the countryside and seeing such scenery was so much better than going to Jiuzhaigou, Tiger Beach, or Sanya.
Are those tourist attractions and historical sites really worth paying for? They’re practically just paying to see crowds of people, paying to suffer, because you can’t actually see any scenery at all; all you see are throngs of people...
Because of her somewhat improper relationship with someone above her, she was sent by Joyoung Group to this remote part of Northeast China to serve as a regional manager in a small city. She felt a bit resentful. In the morning, she had only briefly visited the other villages, but after Chen Chu’s rambling talk, she arrived at the fields and looked at the endless cornfields, sorghum fields, and mung bean fields. She felt so relieved...
Listening to the heavenly sound of the wind rustling through the crops, Wang Yanan felt as if she had truly ascended to the summit of Mount Tai, experiencing a sense of exhilaration... She couldn’t help but think to herself, "The countryside is so wonderful. I used to think it was a barbaric and ignorant place!" That’s why she always looked down on the countryside and its people.
"Hehe... Mr. Wang, have some persimmons! They’re picked from the ground in the countryside, just wet with the morning dew, no need to wash, super clean, and our persimmon orchards don’t use chemical fertilizers... They’re incredibly delicious..."
Zhang Cai picked a few persimmons from someone’s field and handed them to Wang Yanan and Shao Xiaohua.
The two of them are usually quite picky about food, but looking at the bright red, tempting persimmons still covered in dew, their mouths watered.
She didn’t care about maintaining a ladylike image and took a few bites right away.
"How was it?" Zhang Cai asked with a smile.
"So...delicious!" Before anyone else could say anything, Wang Xiaoyan shouted from more than ten meters away.
Zhang Cai glared at him fiercely a few times: "Wang Xiaoyan, I wasn’t asking you!"
"What? That persimmon orchard nearby belongs to my family. Can’t I even say it’s delicious?"
"Fine! Fine..." Zhang Cai glared at him, signaling him to shut up.
At this moment, Shao Xiaohua chuckled: "By the way, Mr. Wang, don’t you like composing poems and couplets? With such beautiful rural scenery, why don’t you come up with a couplet? And then let... let Director Xu, isn’t Director Xu a college graduate who came to our rural area? Let Director Xu come up with a matching couplet, and I’ll take notes..."
When Shao Xiaohua said this, Xu Guozhong almost collapsed, and Zhang Cai was also dumbfounded. Others might not know, but in the two hundred or so households of Xiaoyangshu Village, who didn’t know Xu Guozhong? He could use an abacus, so they made him the accountant. What university degree did he have? What could he possibly know about couplets?
Xu Guozhong shook his head vigorously, saying hurriedly, "Hey! Chen Chu, aren’t you a teacher at our school? You’re a high school graduate, so why don’t you come and help President Wang with the couplets..." Xu Guozhong quickly tossed the cooked hot potato to Chen Chu.
Wang Yanan snorted, clearly disdainful of Chen Chu. At this moment, Shao Xiaohua hurriedly said, "Chen Chu, you don’t look very old. Village Chief Zhang just said you graduated from high school. You came here to teach after graduating from high school, so your spirit is commendable. Our Boss Wang, on the other hand, graduated with a master’s degree. You’d better make sure you can come up with a good second line for the first line of the couplet Boss Wang gives you later, don’t try to fool us!" As Shao Xiaohua spoke, she blinked her big eyes.
Wang Yanan chuckled softly, exuding an air of arrogance. Chen Chu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this woman was quite sexy and attractive, but her arrogance was rather annoying...
Chen Chu’s academic performance was not good before, but he was good at Chinese. With the memory-enhancing ability of the jade thumb ring, he could learn everything a hundred times faster, and naturally his proficiency in writing had improved a lot compared to before.
"Hehe, Mr. Wang, I also tried to compose some couplets when I was in school, but we were just messing around. We can’t compare to you, Mr. Wang. If you don’t mind, I’ll give it a try and try to make it neater..."
Wang Yanan was flattered and her eyes darted around as she looked at herself. She thought it would be a shame not to write poetry about such a beautiful scene. In college, she was the class representative for Chinese literature and loved poetry and couplets. However, her real job was far from her ideals. She always needed connections and influence, as well as women’s bodies.
Forget about being high-minded and having integrity! Get as far away from them as possible... Those things won’t buy you food or clothes; they’ll only offend people. In other words, if someone has integrity, they’ll find it impossible to get anywhere...
In the end, she also gave herself to her boss... but it was alright. Although he had a family, he was only seven or eight years older than her and treated her quite well... every time he came back from abroad, he would bring her gifts.
Thinking back on everything, Wang Yanan sighed, as if talking to herself, "There are houses scattered across the fields, a few rooms here and there..." She said this because she was thinking about herself and her beloved, even if they were just staying in this countryside, it wouldn’t be bad. It seemed much more comfortable than the backstabbing and flattery in the city. Every day, walking in the morning dew, eating tomatoes with dew on them, how wonderful...
Besides Shao Xiaohua and Chen Chu, the rest of the group, including Zhang Cai and Xu Guozhong, couldn’t understand anything. They were thinking, "What stars? It’s not even night yet, where are the stars? What three rooms and two buildings? It’s not cold, how come it’s frozen?"
Although they didn’t understand, they still clapped and cheered. After all, they always attended meetings in the township and town, listened to the mayor and other educated leaders speak. They didn’t understand what the meetings or the "Two Sessions" meant, but they knew how to cheer and clap, and that was all they needed to do.
"Wow! How poetic and picturesque... Sister Wang, you’re still got it..." Shao Xiaohua said, then covered her mouth and said, "Sister Wang, I misspoke. You’re only twenty-seven, the prime of your life..."
Chen Chu understood. It meant that there were several houses in the fields, which were built by villagers to watch over the crops, such as watermelon sheds.
Chen Chu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, the green thumb ring on his chest flashing slowly. After half a minute, he said softly, "The blue sky is vast and the clouds are light and fluffy, four clouds with five petals..." After all, Chen Chu only studied junior high school, and even if he went deeper, his vocabulary was limited, but his answer was still quite neat.
Shao Xiaohua chuckled and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Wow, Teacher Chen is amazing! Fields against blue sky, scattered stars against faint mist, three rooms and two buildings against four flowers and five petals, so neat and tidy! Teacher Chen, are you really not a college student? I don’t believe it!"
Wang Yanan was taken aback, not expecting Chen Chu to have some skill. Unable to contain everyone’s excitement, she noticed an abandoned well where frogs were croaking merrily, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas in the trees—a very pleasant sound. She couldn’t help but offer another couplet: "Frogs croaking and cicadas chirping three long and two short..."
Chen Chu’s jade thumb ring on his chest moved very quickly this time. Seeing that Wang Yanan was looking at the abandoned wellhead when he spoke, he took two steps forward, with grasshoppers and other creatures flying and jumping around.
Chen Chu hurriedly replied, "The grasshoppers and crickets in the grass are chirping and jumping around..."
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Although Zhang Cai didn’t understand anything, he realized that he didn’t understand what the two were saying, and that not understanding meant he was cultured.
Chen Chuyue was increasingly confident in his couplets, which impressed Wang Yanan. She felt the young man was alright, possessing some skill. However, she then thought, what good is skill if he’s still stuck in the countryside? Like a frog in a well, a grasshopper in the grass, he’ll amount to nothing...
At this moment, Shao Xiaohua said again, "Sister Wang, why don’t you compose a poem, like one with the image of ’I can’t see the mountains in the distance, only clouds over there,’ or ’I can’t see the trees, only seagulls over there.’ I’ve already witnessed Professor Chen Chu’s erudition, so let’s have Director Xu respond. Director Xu is a college graduate, he’s definitely more capable than Professor Chen. There are many hidden talents in the countryside, so let Director Xu answer this poem..."
Xu Guozhong was being forced into this situation, rubbing his hands together vigorously. Although he had embarrassed himself many times, nobody wants to lose face! That would be crazy!
He hurriedly declined, saying, "I can’t... I can’t..."
Wang Yanan couldn’t help but laugh at his expression and said, "Director Xu, don’t be so modest. Besides, what’s wrong with a grown man? A man can’t say he can’t..."
Zhang Cai hurriedly kicked Xu Guozhong’s backside, laughing and scolding, "Old Xu, a lazy donkey needs a lot of shit and pee, what are you doing sitting back? Besides, what Boss Wang just said was so true, a man can’t say he can’t, I think you can! Go for it!"
Xu Guozhong grinned, thinking to himself, "I’ll have no problem sleeping with this woman. As for poetry? I can’t even sing a tune properly, let alone write poetry."
Xu Guozhong had attended school for a few days, just primary school. Like many others, he was fearless when he was in school, except when the teacher asked him to answer questions, because he didn’t know anything about them!
However, his father used to be a clerk and was good at using an abacus. He had a talent for arithmetic, and the abacus was one of his specialties. He also became the village accountant. However, when asked to recite poetry, Xu Guozhong’s legs would tremble. He didn’t know why, but it was a kind of fear of culture.
Many people are like that. For example, Ji Yang is not afraid of knives and sticks at all, but when Chen Chu rushed over with medicine needles, he was so scared that he fainted. Xu Guozhong is the same. He dares to brag in front of the county magistrate, but when it comes to reciting poetry, he is dumbfounded and really scared, and he even sweats.
Wang Xiaoyan also came over at this time. He had almost wiped the poop off his feet, and of course, he came to see Xu Guozhong make a fool of himself.
"Xu Guozhong, look at you, you coward! You’re not a real man at all!"
Others may look down on Xu Guozhong, but he gets excited when Wang Xiaoyan looks down on him.
"Who’s acting like a bear?" Xu Guozhong stood up straight.
At this moment, Wang Yanan also became interested and said with a chuckle, "Director Xu, I wonder if we should recite a classical poem or a modern poem?"
Xu Guozhong was dumbfounded. He didn’t know anything about ancient or modern calligraphy, so he couldn’t help but look at Chen Chu.
Chen Chu chuckled and said, "Classical poetry emphasizes rhyme and meter, and the tones of the poems make them difficult to match. Even if we manage to match the rhyme, we might not be as good as the ancients. After all, they spent all their time studying these things. I think modern poetry is better; it’s concise, clear, and easy to understand..."
In fact, modern poetry is like modern dance. Modern dance is just dancing blindly, and modern poetry is just writing blindly. It all depends on who understands it. If many people praise it, then your modern poetry will have artistic conception. If no one praises it, no matter how artistic conception you write, it’s useless. Very few people will understand it, and even fewer people will enter the artistic conception of your poem...
Xu Guozhong didn’t understand any of this, and then, wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "We’re all modern people, so let’s talk about modern poetry."
People are afraid of being flattered and have vanity, especially when they feel that everyone around them is inferior to them and that they are the only shining point. When their vanity is full, they feel a sense of loneliness at the top.
Wang Yanan felt the same way, feeling very proud and lonely in front of a group of rural people, feeling like a hero.
He then said calmly, "You,"
On the way
A staircase leading upwards
He still didn’t turn back...
In fact, Wang Yanan was speaking from the heart, talking about her own love life. Now she is considered successful in her career, but the person she once liked has still left her, which is a bit sad.
Xu Guozhong was completely bewildered; he couldn’t answer the question at all. Chen Chu sighed, thinking that Xu Guozhong was going to mess things up today.
Just then, Xu Guozhong suddenly noticed that there was still some poop on Wang Xiaoyan’s shoes that hadn’t been wiped clean. He chuckled and said, "I’ve got it, I’ve got it, I can match it up now, listen to me."
Xu Guozhong, gesticulating wildly, said: "He..."
Stepped on
A pile of stinky dog poop
Still fucking
It’s still warm..."
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