Sorry, My Beloved Is The Motherland - Chapter 19.3 - To Dedicate One's Self To The Country

To correspond to the New Year’s atmosphere, Ning Fu wore a red sweater today; the sweater is new and must have been a treasured item that the original owner had kept stored at the bottom of the chest.

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, there was a burst of cheering from the audience below.

The young men’s gazes were like melted honey, stuck and pulled towards her.

During this time, Ning Fu stunned everyone like a legend.

‘Top Scholar’ in this era is a title that sounds very admirable, reminiscent of a female tractor driver painted in a propaganda poster, with a rosy face and striking a heroic stance.

And Ning Fu’s beauty is even harder to describe; it is a different kind of beauty.

They actually momentarily forgot that the top scholar comrade from Tulaga banner was still such a breathtakingly beautiful girl.

The bright and intense color of the sweater merely highlighted her.

Ning Fu’s performance is a song.

When she opened her mouth, a melodious song flowed out.

Everyone fell silent, and only the crackling sound of the campfire burned, instead making her singing seem so distant.

Ning Fu is singing a song of the grassland.

In that distant place,

There is a good girl,

Her rosy smile,

Like a red sun,

Her beautiful, enchanting eyes,

Are like the bright moon at night,

………

On the lively New Year’s night gathering, the warm atmosphere seemed to momentarily pause.

Looking at the quiet moon, everyone seemed to have their own thoughts.

Lovers of the motherland are all the ultimate romantics.

They sing praises of the hometown moon, sing praises of beautiful girls, sing praises of love and freedom.

Because these are the drive and source for their love.

The firelight illuminated the distinct outline of Muren Chena’s young face.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets, rubbing a bar of soap embossed with a golden plum blossom.

He heard Cui Guofu say that when they went to the supply and marketing cooperative, Ning Fu kept staring at this, unable to take her eyes off it.

Never having seen her particularly like anything, nor having seen her ask for anything; she must have really wanted it a lot to keep staring at it.

He went out on a snowy day and caught two foxes, both with good fur.

But he didn’t dare to give it.

If she really is a shepherdess, Muren Chena could turn into a sheep or a horse, following her like in the song.

Unfortunately, she is not.

She is about to leave here and step into a world completely different from Tulaga banner.

And he is just a sinner who lies like the Eternal Heaven.

Muren Chena stopped what he was doing and gently began to hum along with Ning Fu’s voice.

“I am willing to give up my wealth,

And go herding sheep with her,

Every day looking at her enchanting eyes

And that beautifully golden-trimmed dress
…”

The moonlight is so beautiful ah.

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Many people had their own concerns, not just Muren Chena.

Unlike him, who has given up, some people are planning to take action.

Liang Huixue sat on the outskirts of the crowd. This spot wasn’t great, far from the bonfire and a bit cold. Therefore, it wasn’t so crowded, with only a fool squatting beside her.

She had a handful of peanuts and occasionally gave the fool one.

But since Ning Fu took the stage to sing, the fool stopped pestering her for peanuts.

His eyes were fixed on the stage, completely captivated by Ning Fu.

That’s right.

Her voice is as beautiful as a bird’s, and her face is as lovely as a golden lotus. Which man wouldn’t like her?

—Even a man with intellectual difficulties.

Until Ning Fu’s performance ended, amidst everyone’s thunderous applause, the fool reluctantly turned his gaze away, drooling as he reached out to Liang Huixue for more peanuts.

Liang Huixue’s gaze coldly swept over the fool’s dirty chin.

She placed a peanut in the fool’s palm and gently asked, “Is she pretty? Do you like her?”

A simple question, easy to understand.

At this moment, the fool was no longer foolish.

He nodded vigorously and said, “Pretty! Like!”

At the same time eagerly throwing peanuts into his mouth.

Liang Huixue said lightly, “So do you want Ning Fu to stay and be your wife?”

20.1

The fool chewed on the peanuts, staring at her blankly, and mumbled, “I want… I want…”

The fool’s surname is Liu, but in the village, no one remembers his full name; they all call him Erwazi.

T/N: Er Wazi – a nickname, meaning second(er) child

His family also calls him that.

Erwazi is twenty-three this year, but his mentality is still that of a four or five-year-old child.

He was different from other children since birth, with a wide, drooping mouth that seemed to hold a pocket of drool year-round.

At first, his parents thought his delayed speech and unclear pronunciation were due to his teeth. Later, they discovered that he was not as sharp as other children his age in other aspects, and that’s when they realized that he had been mentally impaired since birth.

Fortunately, he has an older brother who supports the Liu family’s reputation, but this silly and foolish child has always been a source of worry for his parents.

Family members usually do not like to see him.

Whenever she saw him drooling and unable to speak clearly, his mother would become distressed and furious, and it was not uncommon for her to pick up the fire tongs and give him a good beating.

But if he were bullied by others outside, his famously fierce mother would definitely jump up and let her curses echo along every dirt road in the village.

Therefore, although the fool tried very hard to be a butt fly of the village children, they were all unwilling to include him.

One reason to dislike is that they find him silly and oversized, making it hard to play together; the other reason is his fierce mother.