Sorry, My Beloved Is The Motherland - Chapter 21.3 - To Dedicate One's Self To The Country

She was relieved that her son didn’t really do anything stupid, and specially gave the piece of pig skin that she usually scrapes off the bottom of the pot to Dahuang at the village head.

Although Erwazi’s mother doesn’t believe that Ning Fu is some ‘fairy,’ she actually believes that Dahuang is clairvoyant*.

T/N: having prophetic psychic powers

Dahuang was eating pig skin, and Erwazi’s mother squatted beside him, muttering nonstop, “Dog Immortal, you are upright and righteous, please don’t hold it against Erwazi. If he does something stupid again in the future, could you help keep an eye on him? It’s fine if you bite him a couple of times, just don’t let him be deceived again and go down the wrong path!”

Erwazi’s mother made three deep bows, not the least bit concerned about Dahuang’s complete lack of response.

Dahuang turned his back to her, eating with his mouth full of oil.

Later on, it became a legend in Tulaga banner that the yellow dog at the village entrance was the Heavenly Dog descended from the heavens, specially tasked with punishing the wicked, barking at injustice wherever it saw it. But that’s a story for another time.

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Tulaga banner welcomed another big piece of news.

Two young intellectuals are getting married.

Gao Han got drunk and crawled into Liang Huixue’s bed.

His feelings for Ning Fu are hatred, yet not. They are longing, yet not.

He is crystal clear about how wonderful Ning Fu is, yet at the same time, he deeply despises himself for still longing for such beauty.

He really shouldn’t……

What shouldn’t he have done?

It seems there are many things he shouldn’t have done, but his mind is in a mess, and he can’t think of a single one at the moment.

He drank by himself the whole night, troubled by chaotic thoughts, and somehow, in a daze, stumbled into the female intellectual youth’s courtyard.

The next day, the wood had already been made into a boat*.

T/N: *idiom meaning it’s already too late to change things

What can be done? Just get married. After all, they like each other.

After learning about this, Ning Fu didn’t react much, but Xu Cuicui broke out in a cold sweat and repeatedly said, “That dog! That dog! He must have bad intentions! How is he even worse than that fool?”

Ning Fu said casually: “The two of them being together is also in line with that saying—”

Xu Cuicui followed up: “A turtle looking at a green bean*, a broken pot matching a rotten lid,” she clapped her hands and cheered, “It’s only right that the two of them are together, disgusting each other, so that others don’t have to suffer!”

Ning Fu: ……

T/N: /*This is a Chinese idiomatic expression meaning “a match made in heaven” for two people who are very mismatched, or it’s often used sarcastically to describe a relationship where neither party is suitable for the other. ‘Turtle and green bean’ suggesting an odd or unsuitable pairing.

A broken pot matching a rotten lid (This is another expression that emphasizes an ill-suited or dysfunctional pairing. ‘Broken pot and rotten lid’ implying that two people who are not a good match are together, reinforcing the sense of incompatibility. */

But what Xu Cuicui said… guess it’s fine ba.

A person’s destiny is never predetermined.

Instead, it is made up of each of their choices.

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Gao Han and Liang Huixue’s wedding was very low-key, so low-key that the only people who attended were the two of them, plus a reluctant officiant.

After all, this is really not something to be proud of.

Another important reason is that the villagers and the intellectual youth all went to attend another event that was obviously more important to them—

To say goodbye.

Ning Fu is finally going back to the city.

Everyone has been quite worn out by the literacy class recently. Originally, during the leisurely winter time, they had to gather together and focus on the square characters on the little blackboard, which was really giving them a headache.

But one shouldn’t be unable to tell right from wrong, right?

Ning Fu is really good to them, from the bottom of her heart ah!

The large procession sent her all the way from the village entrance to the road. Everyone reluctantly said many things and filled Ning Fu’s backpack with dried goods, leather, milk tofu, and so on.

Secretary Tugu Li finally called a halt to the procession that was planning to give her ‘eighteen send-offs*.’

T/N:*refers to a traditional saying where a person is sent off in a grand, even exaggerated, way, with many people and symbolic acts. It implies a very elaborate farewell.

“Alright, alright, if we keep sending her off, we’ll be sending her all the way to Beijing!” He smiled and waved his hand, “No matter how far she goes, she’s still the golden phoenix that flew out from our Tulaga banner na!”

“Comrade Xiao Ning, the vast world is yours to achieve great things!”

Ning Fu got in the vehicle and waved goodbye to everyone, saying, “You all go back! I’ll write to you!”

Everyone stood by the roadside, watching her car go.

A few of the village children ran after the car, and Xu Cuicui also followed, chasing after it.

A person’s legs couldn’t outrun the car, and in just two steps, they were left behind. Xu Cuicui wailed loudly.

Ning Fu took a light breath, held back the moisture in her eyes, was about to sit up straight, when driving in the front, Xiao Wu, suddenly said: “Look, look, who is that?!”

She turned her head.

The car is driving on the road, with vast grasslands on both sides.

In the distance, a figure is riding a horse at full speed, coming from afar.

Riding alone across the grassland, a large, fine horse is accompanied by a yellow dog running alongside.

Ning Fu pressed her hand against the glass window, waved at him, and told him to go back.

However, Muren Chena sharply lashed the whip and continued to follow along one side of the road.

The horse’s hooves kicked up dirt, but in the end, it gradually fell behind, leaving only his shout, carried by the wind——

“——Comrade, goodbye!”