At the sound of an engine puttering, Song Yunping instinctively looked up.
On the road leading in from the county, a sidecar motorcycle came puttering along. Riding it was Wang Yan, whom she had met only once and spent twenty minutes alone with—a man who brought her both joy and worry.
She hurriedly got to her feet, climbed the slope, and stood by the roadside, simply waiting for Wang Yan to arrive.
As the motorcycle approached, Wang Yan smiled and tilted his head. "Waiting for me?"
"No, I was just out here getting some sun and reading."
"It's fine. No need to be embarrassed." Wang Yan raised his brows at her, then, before she could finish blushing, gave the throttle a little more gas and parked the motorcycle outside the Song family's door.
Song Yunping followed over. "Is this motorcycle from your factory?"
"This thing is almost as old as I am. The county Public Security Bureau rode it into the ground and couldn't get it fixed no matter what. I had the factory take it in, then spent over a month tinkering with it myself before I got it running."
"I didn't ask."
"I just wanted to tell you."
Chuckling, Wang Yan took a bag from the sidecar and handed it to her. Song Yunping accepted it instinctively, only for her hand to suddenly sink from the weight, nearly dropping it on the ground.
"What is this?" she asked.
"A review outline I made for you, along with some textbooks. I also brought you some recreational reading, so you'll have something to pass the time."
As he spoke, Wang Yan took another bag from the sidecar and greeted Mother Song, who had come out after hearing the noise. "Auntie, these are for the family. Please take them."
"Oh, Wang