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Xiaobinzi had only stayed in the Village for two days before dragging her back to the city, this time with her household registration and a certificate from the production team. Sitting on the back seat of a bicycle padded with a Cotton Padded Jacket, she navigated the bumpy mountain roads, her backside aching terribly.
"Ride slower!" This iron horse was far less comfortable than a cart. "How much is one of those three-wheeled motorcycles from your department?" She was a wealthy individual, unable to afford a Small Jeep, but she could certainly buy a motorcycle.
"Our department only has two vehicles. If the Village needs one, it would be better to buy an Agricultural Vehicle." In their area, even tractors were hard to come by. It seemed they would have to fix the roads first. How could they get the Commune or the county to repair their roads? And what about electricity? They hadn't even settled on exchanging radishes for it yet. When would it all come to an end? Their area was indeed too remote.
"Stop thinking about things in the village; think about our home," Yezhi said as she hugged Xiaobinzi's waist and chuckled lightly.
The day after returning to the city, they scheduled a time for their marriage check-up. Aunt Zhang told Yezhi to bring some wedding candies, saying that since it was a joyous occasion, the doctor would ask for them. The doctor’s humane side eased her worries slightly. In fact, the marriage check-up was easier than she had imagined; some tests were merely symbolic questions before signing off with the doctor's name, though a few examinations made her feel embarrassed and angry.
After the check-up, they decided to go get their marriage certificate on December 17th, mainly because Yezhi didn’t want to be considered a married woman before holding a banquet. Besides, she still felt a bit of pre-marital anxiety and needed to adjust her body and mind.
Originally, she planned to wait until after November and see Zhang Ling before leaving, but just thinking about all the Mountain Reds and Mountain Grapes that still needed picking made her feel like there were bugs gnawing at her insides.
After bidding farewell to the reluctant Xiaobinzi, Yezhi felt an urgent desire to return home.
"Boss, our Monkey Head mushrooms are selling well; Xingli said you should pick more," Yezhi said without an ounce of authority as a Boss. "That means we have to run deeper into the mountains."
Yezhi suggested playfully, "How about we just stop selling them!"
"Boss, don’t be so lazy! Look at your double chin!" Yezhi touched her chin; indeed, it felt plump.
Sitting in front of a folding bike, Xiao Fang earnestly advised, "A bride should be slimmer; curves are better."
"Alright then, I’ll start skipping dinner tonight!"
However, as soon as she entered her home, she encountered everyone eating dumplings. Aunt Zhou had made dumplings with thin skins and generous fillings; taking a bite released savory juices into her mouth—she found it hard to resist.
Xiao Fang felt embarrassed by her master's weak willpower and calculated, with a sense of dark humor, the family's fat ratios. Surprisingly, it was Xiao Fan who exceeded the fat standards, while Yezhi had thought that Black Treasure would be the first one.
After finishing two plates of dumplings, Yezhi was so stuffed that she didn't dare to move. Aunt Zhou rubbed her belly and laughed, "Look at you, so hungry! Didn't Xiaobinzi feed you?"
Xiaobinzi, even lying down, was caught in the crossfire. "Yeah, I eat too much; Xiaobinzi is afraid I'll eat him out of house and home." Niu Niu perked up at the mention of "Xiaobinzi," and Yezhi playfully patted it, making it blissfully squint its eyes in enjoyment.
Yezhi sighed: It's good to be home! Her attachment to home seemed to deepen; she wondered if she was truly developing a fear of marriage.
Xiao Fang pulled up information from the 21st century about "pre-marital anxiety": a kind of unpredictable and inexplicable worry about one's future life... It was as if it were describing her.
With tears in her eyes, Xiao Fang cried out, "Master, you clearly eat and sleep well in the city, living carefree like a little pig! How could you have this illness?"
"You’re not a pig; how do you know pigs have no worries?" She wondered how to explain this to Xiao Fang.
"Master, to overcome pre-marital anxiety, you first need to let go of your excessive fantasies about married life."
But she had no fantasies about married life. What could she fantasize about? Happy children grow up watching their parents' marriage; hers had shattered before her eyes. She wanted to find someone she liked to weave her own happiness, but he dumped her right after graduation. After that, reality set in day by day, and her expectations for marriage faded away.
Seeing her master staring blankly at the sea, Xiao Fang anxiously sought help from Xiaobai and Dulisa. "Brother Bai, my master has 'pre-marital anxiety,' Bidefo, my master is sick." Because Xiao Fang used a public channel on Social Network for help, within a minute, everyone in the Bodria Star System knew that Yezhi was getting married, and most people assumed that the groom was Xiaobai.
Bai Duoya suddenly appeared at the horizon with wet hair. "If you're sick, go see a doctor; what good does telling me do?"
"Xiaobai!"
She had been happy to see Xiaobai at first, but his rude remarks made him increasingly annoying. "Who told you that?"
"Master, it was me. Brother Bai has written so many romantic books; he can definitely help you!" Xiao Fang said confidently because it had absolute faith in Bai Duoya.
She had read a couple of Xiaobai's books; they were well-written but not suitable for someone her age—only good for fooling teenage girls. "His books all end with marriage; none talk about life after marriage. How can he help me? Besides, what does a half-grown boy understand?"
"Not necessarily! I see you..." Bai Duoya stroked her delicate, smooth chin and said proudly, "You're the type who believes that 'beauties grow old, love cools, and marriage becomes stale.'"
She was pessimistic? She clearly laughed every day, "You're just talking nonsense!"
"Pessimistic people often don't admit they're pessimistic!" Bai Duoya looked at her as if waiting to see how long she would hold on.
Yezhi tugged at her hair and argued, "Aging, cooling love, and stale marriages are just the norms of life. If believing in these natural changes is pessimistic, then most people on Earth must be pessimists."
"How sad! Every moment of life has its unique scenery; the key lies in how your heart perceives it!" Bai Duoya pointed to her chest. "And with that," she cut off the video call before Yezhi could respond.
"Master!"
"What is it?"
"Are you so idle that you're thinking nonsense?" Yezhi clenched her fists and struck at Xiao Fang.
Xiao Fang ran while shouting, "It's not me saying it; it's Bidefo who said you're just full and have nothing to do!"
...
With a head full of bumps, Xiao Fang pouted as she walked ahead. They had just visited Madwoman, who seemed to be in good spirits with bright eyes. If she changed her clothes, no one would believe she was mentally ill. Yezhi called Xiao Fang to scan Madwoman's brain. Although Xiao Fang responded with a "hum," she didn't delay in doing what needed to be done—what a little brat! However, ignoring her like this was quite lonely.
Yezhi hugged Niu Niu tightly and deliberately said, "What a stingy little thing; even after the master apologized, it still won't let it go. Let's ignore it."
Niu Niu barked in agreement. Hearing this, Xiao Fang pointed at Niu Niu and said, "You can't see me; stop making a fuss."
"Haha!" Yezhi couldn't help but laugh. "Xiao Fang, don't be angry!"
Xiao Fang looked extremely aggrieved: "Master, one moment it's sunny, the next it's rainy; when will this ever end?"
"I'm not sick, am I?"
"Excuses. Miss Dulisa says this is all just an excuse; you simply don't want to give up your freedom."
When did Dulisa come by? "Why didn't I receive a video call from Dulisa?"
"Miss Dulisa said you didn't even tell her about your wedding plans, that you don't consider her a friend. She's angry and doesn't want to see you." Great, offended another person. If she had known that looking up "pre-wedding anxiety" would make her feel uncomfortable, she wouldn't have done it. She really didn't have much going on; it's just trouble for no reason.
Xiao Fang shrank back her head full of bumps, while Yezhi looked at her smug little face, both amused and exasperated. The little one was even trying to play tricks on her.
"Master, you must compensate my wounded spirit!" Yezhi thought Xiao Fang was too funny; she destroyed the evidence before coming to ask for compensation.
In the end, Yezhi still gifted Xiao Fang a big present—a set of properties in Social Network. Yezhi felt that Xiao Fang should have her own social life.
Their house was located in the Midnight 1999 district, not exactly a high-end neighborhood. The black concrete buildings were quite ordinary, but the view was nice. A river flowed gently towards the horizon like amethyst, and the clouds looked like cotton candy, as if one could reach out and touch them. Xiao Fang excitedly waved at her from the windowsill, "Master, I'm so happy! You're the best master in the world!"
"Alright! Think about how to decorate it!"
"Master, help me think!"
"It's your home; design it yourself!" Xiao Fang became even more excited upon hearing this. Yezhi turned to look at the roughly twenty-square-meter room, feeling a wave of sadness—400 million just went down the drain like that.
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