“How is it? It’s sweet, isn’t it?”

She asked with a smile.

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He had a mouthful of sweet potato meat, unwilling to swallow it.

Upon hearing her question, he nodded vigorously.

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Sweet potato, he has eaten it from childhood to adulthood.

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When rice is scarce, sweet potatoes and wild vegetables are used to make up for it.

This sweet potato is too sweet!

It's like being steeped in honey water, the sweetness reaches your heart before it even goes down.

Two roasted sweet potatoes were easily devoured by two people.

Patting her round, swollen belly, Yang Ruoqing let out a satisfied sigh!

"Well, this person, no matter if you're wealthy or of humble means," Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"At the end of the day, we all live for food."

After she had finished her meal, her thoughts came.

Luo Fengtang smiled and listened, picking up a charred branch from the ground and idly drawing lines with it...

"Just like me, I'm full and satisfied after eating."

"Even if there were delicacies from the mountains and seas right in front of me, I wouldn't be interested."

She patted her stomach and smacked her lips.

Luò Fēng Táng nodded seriously.

"Qing'er is right," he praised.

She smiled without blushing: "Hee hee, of course! Otherwise, how would I teach you and solve your doubts?"

He also smiled.

This girl, she is reserved and introverted, it seems like we are not compatible.

Forthright and genuine.

This is also what attracts him to her!

What are you doing? Let me take a look!

She leaned closer, peering into the spot where he was scraping at the bark.

But, he blocked it.

"Don't look! It doesn't look right!"

His expression was a little panicked, but his face flushed red.

This aroused her curiosity even more.

"The ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws, I'm your teacher, no matter how ugly the characters are, I have to see them!"

She pulled him aside and peered down at the few characters on the ground.

Her expression was a little odd, and her mouth twitched involuntarily.

...Yang chachacha ...

“Tang Ya Zi, what are you trying to express by drawing so many crosses on the ground?”

She raised her head, a cloud of mist in her hair.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and glanced at the 'masterpiece' on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed as well.

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“Aren’t you a teacher? Guess!” he said.

Yang Ruqing tilted her head, staring at the pile of crosses on the ground, racking her brains to figure it out...

"Oh my, that's too profound, it's like Martian language!"

She mumbled.

"Come on, just give me the answer already! My head is about to explode!"

She gave him a playful reproach.

Luo Fengtang chuckled softly and leaned in close to her ear.

"Luo Fengtang likes Yang Ruqing!"

Yang Ruqing was dumbfounded.

She remembered that she was currently teaching him to recognize the Hundred Family Surnames.

He learned both the characters "Yang" and "Luo".

But the four characters involved in the two people's names haven't been learned yet.

No wonder there are so many crosses and circles here.

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She couldn't help but laugh.

The Yangtze River's waves push forward, the preceding ones perish on the beach!

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“You really know how to hide your secrets between the lines, don't you?”

She quipped.

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"Come, I'll teach you how to write our names!"

She immediately picked up a twig, squatted down, and wrote with careful strokes.

Luofeng Tang's eyes followed her hand with utmost seriousness.

Memorize every stroke of each character.

"...Rose...Wind...Tang... The Tang of the rose."

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"Yang... if... clear... clear sky."

She wrote to him, explaining the meaning of each character as she went.

Luo Fengtang nodded slightly.

He picked up his twig and traced over the two names they had written together again.

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Looking at the two names, she noticed the two blank spaces she had deliberately left between them.

He frowned. "Here, what should we add?"

Like it?

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Rare?

How about that?

He was pondering.

Yet Yang Ruqing smiled wryly.

She reached out and pressed her hand against the back of his hand, where he was holding the stick.

His hands were big, hers much smaller.

But this did not prevent her from guiding him.

"Come, let's add together!"

She whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the empty space between their names.

Drew two ‘hearts’.

It's like taking the two beating red hearts from their chests and placing them on the ground.

The mountains were very quiet, with only the occasional breeze rustling through the trees.

Neither of them spoke.

The gaze fell upon the clasped hands of the two, and the two hearts slowly taking shape beneath the branches...

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The mountain wind tousled her cascading hair.

It gently brushed his cheek.

He pressed his lips together, inhaling the faint scent of her hair.

Heart, drunk.

Her eyes, catching sight of him from the corner, brushed past his sharp cheekbones.

All of his features, from his eyebrows to his eyes, are exactly the kind she likes.

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She never belonged to this world.

She is just a soul from thousands of years in the future.

Once upon a time, free and unrestrained, it roamed the heavens and earth, unburdened by anything.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

She was afraid that Heaven would play another trick on her, sending her back.

She didn't want to leave.

Here, she forged bonds.

She wants to look at him a few more times.

His youthful and handsome face was what she was determined to etch into the depths of her soul.

The stars shift and turn, no matter where in the expanse of time and space.

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She will never forget him!

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"Qing'er, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

His voice pulled her faraway thoughts back to reality.

She came to her senses, laughing and chuckling.

"Haha, such a good student is too handsome. The teacher can't help but be a little distracted."

"Really?"

He looked at her with a suspicious expression.

He believes his own eyes.

Just then, when Qing'er looked into his eyes, she saw a difference from before.

For the first time in her eyes, he saw something called fear and sorrow.

"Qing'er, if you have anything that puzzles you, remember to tell me."

He turned his side, stared into her eyes, and said seriously.

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“Don’t keep it to yourself. Tell me, let’s figure out a way to deal with this together, okay?” he asked again.

Yang Ruqing smiled.

<< You silly boy, before heaven's way, we are but grains of chess on a chessboard. >>

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But she still cheerfully nodded: “Yeah, okay!”

Only then did Luofeng Tang reveal a relieved smile. He freed his other hand to gently rub her hair.

That's a good boy/girl!

Yang Ruqing had a black line on her head.

“Come on, let’s keep drawing, it’s not finished yet!”

She said, holding his hand again, guiding him.

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Another arrow was added to those two hearts.

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“Oh, why paint arrows? That’s not good, it’s bad luck!”

Luò Fēng Táng said, he wanted to wipe the arrow and start over.

Yang Ruqing stopped him.

“This arrow isn't like the one in your hand that shatters hearts into pieces.”

She explained.

"What kind of arrow is this?" he asked.

She said, “This is Cupid’s arrow.”

"Who is Cupid?" he asked.

"Could she also be a character from Qing'er's dream?" he asked again.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

“Cupid is the god of love,” she said.

"Cupid?"

His eyes instantly brightened.

"Isn't that the Moon Goddess who controls love and marriage?" he asked.

'Poof...'

Yang Ruqing smiled.

>You could say that. However, Cupid's arrows come in two kinds. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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