C7 In the Field

Ding Bufan slowly took two steps forward and stood close to the side of the road. His mood seemed to have changed, but the look in his eyes towards me added an even more intense light of suspicion.

"I don't know if there is karma in the world, but I do know that people should have their own opinions. Although I am very worried about whether I can find my target, I would never do something that would deceive others. Of course, you should understand that there are some things that are beyond our control. "

He let out a long sound, as if in a helpless state of mind.

However, when I heard him say this, I really felt that there was a resonance in my heart. Living with your parents, regardless of whether you grow up or not, the right thing to do is absolutely not up to you. Even if it was a major marriage, it had to be done under the strict screening of one's parents. It was impossible to make a choice according to one's own wishes.

"Let's not talk about those infuriating things. Let's talk about our truest thoughts and plans! After all, we are people who have entered society, so we have to have an ideal or something! "

When I stopped talking, I let out a small, natural, sweet sound.

Although it was just a few short minutes, the impression Ding Bufan gave me kept on changing. I don't really like him, but at least I don't hate him after we get along.

Mhmm! At the same time, Ding Bufan violently shook his head with a pleasantly surprised expression on his face, as if he suddenly had a very happy state of mind.

"I also think the same way. Although I dropped out of school due to my poor family background, I will absolutely not inherit my ancestors' business. I must walk my own path."

Ding Bufan spoke hurriedly with excitement. However, his words weren't as fluent as before. It was as though he was afraid of me.

In fact, when people introduced me to a blind date, the guy was definitely more cautious than the woman. I had already heard about it from my neighbors and classmates. And the reason why the girl was so generous was not because the girl was shameless, but because the girl had an indifferent attitude. At this moment, I don't care about my blind date experience, so I have a more relaxed attitude. I don't even need to think about being rejected.

"Then how do you plan to walk your own path? "Not being able to get into a university, not being able to read a book, people like us have no way out at all. It's impossible to change the fate of Earth."

I spoke very seriously on the most serious of topics, and of course that statement was not nonsense. When those older than me first dropped out of school, they were all ambitious and ambitious young men. However, under the torture of living a difficult life later on, their fighting spirit wasn't high at all. The only thing they felt was helplessness.

"It's not just an old saying. There are many paths that lead to Rome. Entering university might not be the only way out. After our efforts, there might be another path."

Ding Bufan suddenly flashed his eyes. His eyes became determined and resolute.

But as I listened to his unnatural statement, I felt a sour sadness rise in my heart.

Becoming a student in university was equivalent to turning over a new leaf for the peasants. If the peasants were unable to pass the university, they could only face the fate of farming. Even if he worked hard, there was absolutely no chance for him to rise above the masses in this barren land. I thought about it aimlessly. Although there were a lot of retorts, I didn't want to offend him.

"Speak a few words of confidence. Everyone can do it, but the effort to change fate is not that simple."

I spoke very realistically, in a garrulous tone.

It seemed to me that there was no choice but to go to school in order to change fate. However, the boom of the past two years in going out to work seemed to reveal a reality far from the fields, but that was just another way to earn a living, not quite the basis for an ideal.

"Although I still haven't decided what to do, I'm sure I'm different from others. Planting a land is not my choice."

Ding Bufan's tone was very firm. He seemed to be quite confident. His slight frown was a clear indication of his most stubborn mentality.

I could see a faint determination in his brow, but I couldn't figure out what kind of life he wanted. However, I was more aware of his fortitude, and seemed to have a more serious attitude than the posturing in front of me.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound startled us, and we both looked into the distance.

The moment I raised my head, the corn stalks not far from us were violently swaying, and as the leaves collided with each other, they made an even louder sound.

Ding Bufan pricked up his head and listened carefully, as if he was trying to figure out the source of the sound, and also as if he was trying to determine the specific behavior of the sound.

At this moment, it was not the season for corn to mature, nor was it the season for weeding the corn. At this time of the year, very few people would enter the corn field. One possibility, however, is that someone is stealing someone else's corncob.

According to my mother, in the past, at the end of collective work in the agricultural cooperative, everyone would take the opportunity to break a few corn cobs to satisfy their hunger. However, they had been in the family for several years now, and although poverty had not completely changed, stealing corn cobs was not a common occurrence.

When I thought about this, I actually had the thought of making an impact.

"Why did someone go into the corn at this time? "Could it be someone's animal …"

I let out a soft murmur, but I didn't say everything I wanted to say.

Cattle and donkeys, and a few goats, would sometimes burrow into the fields and trample upon the grain, not infrequently in the fields near the manor houses.

"Did you hear that!?" The corn field does not seem to be occupied by a single person, but rather two people. The most important thing is that the two young men inside are definitely not the owners of the corn field. "

Ding Bufan lowered his voice and gave a very definite answer.

I was struck by his calmness and his firmness, for his answer filled me with curiosity.

The corn on the left was not close, so other than the shaking of the corn, nothing else could be seen. Ding Bufan, on the other hand, was attentively listening to the movement with his head tilted; he didn't try to observe anything, but said it with certainty.

"Can you say something scientific? Can you tell from your hearing that it's not an animal, but a human or two young people? Is there anyone who would brag like you!? "

As I whispered, I crouched down and made a covert motion.

In fact, this cornfield is not the crops of others, but the private land of my second uncle's house. If I really meet someone trampling on me or stealing an immature corn cob, I definitely won't stand idly by.

"It's not that I'm boasting, my hearing is much more special than others. I can sense things that I can't see through the sound waves and the length of the sound waves."

Ding Bufan explained in a simple manner, but his solemn expression showed that he was not lying.