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Chapter 146 It's okay, Pei, we won't be absent from each other's lives anymore~

Fu Zhuchen's dark circles look scary, but they actually have nothing to do with Pei Weijin.

Pei Weijin didn't make things too difficult for him; he simply asked him to watch the movies that Yan Zhuoyu had seen.

Fu Zhuchen only sent the new movie recommendation list to Yan Zhuoyu's phone after watching the last movie.

Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin drove themselves there. After settling their belongings in the bedroom and resting for a while, the two drove to the persimmon orchard.

Meanwhile, Fu Zhuchen and his group planned to go fishing and barbecuing by the river in the evening, and were preparing ingredients.

If we calculate the time, it will be just in time for them to come back after they finish picking the persimmons.

Jiangjia Village was already located in a remote area, and after the demolition, the villagers moved away one after another, making the place even more desolate and quiet. The road leading to the persimmon orchard was quiet, and you couldn't even see a dog.

Looking out into the distance, the blue sky stretches to the horizon, and in the orchard, every tree branch is laden with golden fruit, hanging heavily.

Yan Zhuoyu wore a sun hat, and her fluffy black hair was braided into a slanted plait, hanging down in front of her chest, making her look exceptionally pretty.

She carried a small bamboo basket on her arm and wore white coiled gloves. She carefully selected ripe, soft persimmons to pick. With a flick of her scissors, she picked them one after another, and soon the basket was full of persimmons.

Yan Zhuoyu picked the softest persimmon, and mimicking her grandmother's actions from memory, wiped it on the hem of her clothes. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she looked up and found Pei Weijin smiling at her.

Why are you looking at me like that? I've already picked a whole basketful, and you've only picked four?

Her ears turned red as she realized that her behavior just now might have been somewhat unhygienic in this situation.

Pei Weijin didn't say anything, just smiled, picked a persimmon from the basket, wiped it casually on his clothes, and took a bite in front of her.

He picked crisp persimmons, which made a crisp sound when bitten into.

"Because you're so pretty, I kept following behind you and forgot to pick the persimmons."

"Tsk, President Pei truly lives up to his reputation as a prominent figure in the business world; even his excuses for slacking off are so unique."

Yan Zhuoyu could already taste the astringency of the persimmon peel just by watching him take a bite of the crisp persimmon.

She pursed her lips, puzzled by Pei Weijin's preference for crisp persimmons, shook her head, and brought the wiped persimmon to her lips, taking a small bite.

Soft persimmons are sweet and delicious, with soft and juicy flesh. They taste even sweeter if you remove the outer skin.

Yan Zhuoyu found a large rock to sit on, placed the basket on the open ground at her feet, and watched Pei Weijin pick persimmons like a supervisor.

She looked into the distance and saw many small birds pecking at ripe persimmons. She asked, "Honey, besides the persimmon orchard, I see there are also some Chinese cabbages and other plants outside. The planting area is quite large. Does anyone come here to take care of it?"

Pei Weijin's basket was already more than half full of persimmons. Apart from the first four crisp persimmons, the rest were all soft persimmons.

After finishing his work, he sat down next to Yan Zhuoyu.

"Yes, workers come regularly to maintain and water the crops. In a while, it will be officially open to the public, and these crops will become a picking activity for tourists. The rest will be sold, and the proceeds will be donated to charity."

Yan Zhuoyu said "oh" and took another bite of the persimmon.

"I was worried that all these persimmons might rot in the garden, besides being eaten by birds, which would be such a waste."

Pei Weijin didn't speak, but looked down and took out a small packet of alcohol wipes from his pocket, handing it to Yan Zhuoyu.

"Let's wipe it off before eating. The orchard has been sprayed with pesticides. When I was little, my grandma planted a tree in the yard and let it grow freely without much care. That's why she felt more at ease just wiping it on her clothes before giving it to you."

Yan Zhuoyu, holding a half-eaten persimmon, looked at the wet wipe and said speechlessly, "Pei Weijin! Why didn't you wait until I finished eating before telling me?"

“I thought you were reminiscing about your childhood,” Pei Weijin said with a smile.

Yan Zhuoyu shoved the remaining half of the persimmon into his hand, saying with a hint of resentment, "I was just craving it. These past few days of filming, I haven't eaten any high-sugar fruit, just apples and pears. I'm turning into an apple-pear!"

Pei Weijin carefully wiped the persimmon with an alcohol wipe, handed it back to her, and asked casually, "Is this Fu Zhuchen's request again? Then he won't be able to eat any barbecue later."

Yan Zhuoyu feigned concern and said, "Oh dear, honey, let's forget it. He'll have to grill the skewers later. If we tell him this bad news now, there won't be anyone to do the hard work later."

"My wife is right."

Pei Weijin stood up and reached out to her: "Let's go, it's getting late, and it will be difficult to walk on the road after dark."

The setting sun was like blood, and from Yan Zhuoyu's perspective, the man was backlit, his light gray eyes radiating a gentle smile.

He was dressed casually today, wearing a simple black hoodie and gray sweatpants. His short black hair was neat and tidy, just like any other male college student on campus. He didn't have the same stern and unapproachable aura he usually exuded.

Yan Zhuoyu grasped his hand, using his strength to stand up, and shook her head regretfully: "What a pity."

"What's a pity?" Pei Weijin asked.

"It's a pity I wasn't able to be there for you during your university years, and I don't know what you were like back then."

Yan Zhuoyu was filled with emotion, but she secretly hung her fruit basket full of persimmons on Pei Weijin's hand.

Pei Weijin smiled slightly and steadily held the two fruit baskets in his hands.

"We missed each other for a long time, not just in college. But that doesn't affect the final outcome; those who are meant to be will eventually be together."

"Yes."

Yan Zhuoyu stretched, then took off her sun hat and put it on Pei Weijin's head.

She smoothed the stray hairs that had been pressed against her forehead, and then linked both arms with Pei Weijin's, not minding that the basket was stuck between them and feeling uncomfortable.

When she looked up at Pei Weijin, her shimmering eyes reflected the dappled sunlight, making her look stunning.

"It's okay, Pei. We won't be absent from each other's lives from now on."