To say he wasn't drunk at all would be a lie; by a conservative estimate, he’d had over a dozen glasses that night. The low-quality baijiu left over from marinating the meat was high-proof and pungent, and Chang Ying had polished off nearly half a bottle by himself, not to mention mixing it with beer.
But to say he was completely wasted would also be a deception. Who, when truly drunk, could manage to give all the right hugs, steal all the right kisses, and say all the right things, yet specifically refrain from kissing her on the lips?
So, this drunkenness was selective—it was cunning.
He truly held Tan Junzi at the very center of his heart, and he didn't want to give her a first kiss that reeked of alcohol. A first kiss had to be sweet-scented. He had constantly reminded himself of that, which was why he’d held back.
At most, he was tipsy. He had simply used the liquid courage to amplify his emotions, acting out and making a scene. And truth be told, acting spoiled was quite addictive. Chang Ying took a blissful shower, washing everything except his face. When Tan Junzi had kissed his forehead earlier, he’d suppressed the urge to pull her into his arms; now, he felt a twinge of regret. What was the point of being a gentleman?
Tan Junzi was so soft. Holding her felt wonderful. He hadn't realized girls were this fragrant and tender—fragrant everywhere: her hair, her neck, her voice, even the way her eyelashes seemed to brush out a scent when she blinked. *Sigh. And she likes me too. How could such a wonderful girl like me? She must be an angel.*
The moment his thoughts turned to Tan Junzi, his heart became light as a feather, his mind drifting between the intoxication of the recent past and dreams of the future. Chang Ying couldn't tell if this was the lingering alcohol or something else. He felt a mix of anxiety and sweetness, worrying he was being a bit lecherous but unable to stop his imagination.
He was nervous and apprehensive, yet when it came down to it, everything felt so natural and steady. *Ah, my damn self-learning ability. I suppose this is just how it is for smart people. Can’t be helped, tsk.* Standing under the showerhead, Chang Ying unconsciously began to hum a soft tune.
Only then did Chang Ying realize that the hair tie he’d taken from Junzi earlier was still looped around his wrist. It was just a simple black elastic band, a bit tight on his skin. He raised his wrist, staring at the black circle.
As the boy gazed at the hair tie, his heart melted into a puddle. His throat moved rhythmically as the water from the showerhead beat against his back.
In the steam-filled bathroom, the sixteen-year-old boy slowly reached down with the hand wearing the hair tie. He wanted to try something he had never done before, something that seemed like it might offer some relief to his current state. With eyes half-closed amidst the steam, the lingering intoxication, and the chaotic swirl of affection—caught between self-disgust and an inability to pull away—he followed the quickening rhythm of his hand, letting the hazy atmosphere carry him to a higher plane.
He stayed in there for a long time before finally coming out.
Oh, youth.
***
When Tan Junzi returned to the room, Qin Ruanshu was sitting cross-legged on the large bed reading *Detective Conan*. The television was on, but she wasn't watching it.
The TV happened to be showing a program similar to *Secrets to Wealth*, explaining how fisheries cultivated pearls. Tan Junzi’s face flushed red again.
Yuan Guo wasn't there. Liu Kan hadn't been in his room either. She didn't know where the two of them had gone to nurse their "injured" feet.
Qin Ruanshu didn't say a word, merely watching Junzi with a mischievous smirk.
Tan Junzi lunged onto the bed, feigning an attempt to strangle Qin Ruanshu. "Laugh! Go ahead and laugh!"
Qin Ruanshu closed her book. "I haven't said a word. Why is someone getting so defensive? Tell me, is 'Chang Whiny-whiny' officially promoted now? I’m getting tired of watching this soap opera of yours. Every day I’m just wondering when you two will finally get together. I’ve developed the mindset of an old mother..."
Tan Junzi jumped off the bed to change into her pajamas; outdoor clothes were too dirty for the bed.
As she changed, she asked curiously, "Wait, how did you know?"
Qin Ruanshu propped her hands on her knees and said, "I might not be sure about a blockhead like you, but I saw through that Old Dog’s intentions long ago. That’s the power of observation from a top student."
Once changed, Tan Junzi climbed back onto the bed and sat cross-legged like Qin Ruanshu, the two of them facing each other.
"But he drank so much tonight. What if he was just talking nonsense, or if he forgets everything by tomorrow morning? What do I do then?" Tan Junzi asked, her brow furrowed.
"Don't worry. Even if Chang Ying forgets his own name, he’ll never forget that he likes you!" Qin Ruanshu grabbed a pillow and stuffed another into Tan Junzi’s arms. Both girls rested their chins on their pillows.
"What about you? How did you suddenly see the light?" Qin Ruanshu asked.
"..." Tan Junzi thought for a moment and said seriously, "Because I realized that when other people touch me, I feel really uncomfortable and just want to get away. But when Chang Ying holds me, I actually feel... quite happy."
Qin Ruanshu arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so he held you tonight." Then she realized something. "Wait, who are the 'other people'? Zhang Da?"
Tan Junzi had actually been thinking of Qin Ke, but she hadn't told anyone about what happened at the haunted house, and she didn't want to bring it up now. So, she just nodded vaguely. "Yeah."
"Man, I’m starting to feel bad for Zhang Da. Though I was shocked when he hugged you this afternoon. To make a move right under Chang Old Dog’s nose—he’s got guts, I’ll give him that," Qin Ruanshu commented.
"Whose side are you on? Huh? Whose side? I was scared to death, okay!" Tan Junzi dropped her pillow to tickle Qin Ruanshu’s waist, and Qin Ruanshu laughed, hitting her over the head with a pillow.
After a bout of laughter and play-fighting, they both collapsed backward onto the bed.
"Sigh. To like someone and have them like you back... that’s true happiness," Qin Ruanshu sighed, staring at the ceiling.
Tan Junzi knew Qin Ruanshu had harbored a crush on Yu Mou for a very long time. She remained silent for a moment.
"Tan Junzi, there’s something I want to tell you while Yuan Guo isn't here." Qin Ruanshu lay perfectly still, but her tone had suddenly shifted.
"What is it?" Tan Junzi turned her head to look at her.
Qin Ruanshu knew Junzi was looking, but she didn't turn to meet her gaze.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Instead, a single tear traced a path from the corner of her eye.
Tan Junzi thought she had misseen. She reached out to see if it was really a tear, but Qin Ruanshu pulled away.
"Junzi, after this semester ends, I’m going to England," Qin Ruanshu said.
Tan Junzi blinked, not processing it immediately. "Is it a summer exchange program?"
"It’s not an exchange." Qin Ruanshu turned to look her in the eye. "My dad is being transferred to England by his company. At the end of July, my whole family is moving there."
Tan Junzi felt like she could see Qin Ruanshu’s mouth moving, but she couldn't quite hear the words. "...What?"
Qin Ruanshu’s voice was gentle yet helpless. "You heard me."
Tan Junzi blinked several times and took a sharp breath.
Seeing her like that, Qin Ruanshu gave a blunt command: "Don't you dare cry!"
Tan Junzi held it in, biting her lip. Qin Ruanshu couldn't bear it, so she leaned over and pulled Junzi into a hug.
The two girls lay on the bed, chins resting on each other's shoulders.
It was so quiet.
After a long while, Tan Junzi said, "I don't want you to go. If you leave, what will I do?"
"There will be no one to go to morning exercises with, no one to fetch water with, no one I can call at night, no one to do personality tests with, no one to explain problems to me, no one to just be silly with..." Tan Junzi listed every little thing they did together.
"I don't want to go either." Qin Ruanshu had told Junzi not to cry, but she was the first to break. "You’re my best friend."
"You’re my best friend too." Tan Junzi finally lost her resolve and let out a sob. "How can best friends be separated?"
"Why are you only telling me now! You’re so mean! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Tan Junzi cried and got angry, then got angry and cried some more.
She had never imagined Qin Ruanshu would leave her, just as she had never imagined Qin Ruanshu would ever arrive in her life. Qin Ruanshu had simply become her best friend out of nowhere, and now she was suddenly leaving.
How could a teenage girl think about things so far in the future? But people coming and going is the natural state of life.
Qin Ruanshu spoke through her tears, her voice hitching. "Even if I go to... England, we’ll... still be best friends! Why are you threatening me?"
"It’s not the same... there are so many things I won't be able to tell you right away." Tan Junzi felt a profound sense of melancholy.
"But you have Chang Ying now, and you’re getting closer to Yuan Guo." Qin Ruanshu sniffled. "I didn't keep it from you on purpose. My dad’s transfer was only finalized recently... Before it was certain, I kept fantasizing that it wouldn't happen, so I wouldn't have to leave you."
Tan Junzi’s crying subsided into quiet hiccups. "But when you go there, you won't know anyone, and there’s the language barrier. What if you get bullied at school?" Even as she protested the departure, she was already worrying about Ruanshu’s life abroad.
"I’ll probably do a year of language classes first. My dad already helped me look into it. If I’m fast, I can transfer to a local high school in six months. Don't worry about that—top students are valued everywhere. No one will dare bully me." Qin Ruanshu let go of Junzi.
The two girls curled up facing each other, their faces tear-streaked like messy kittens. They sniffled and laughed through their tears.
...
When Yuan Guo crept into the room in the middle of the night, she saw Tan Junzi and Qin Ruanshu sleeping on the large bed, their heads leaning against each other.
For Tan Junzi, once this night passed, spring would be over.
This year, it felt as though spring had only come for a single day. It arrived in the evening and vanished by dawn. Without a trace.
***
The next morning, Tan Junzi woke up in a daze. When she washed her face, she saw her eyes were swollen.
Chang Ying had actually been awake since six. Every half hour, he would quietly check the balcony to see if there was any movement from the girls' room next door.
He had imagined countless scenarios in his head, planning for each one. After all, Tan Junzi’s attitude this morning was crucial; it would determine his next move.
Around seven, he heard the sound of a door opening next door. Liu Kan was still asleep. Chang Ying rushed to the door, pretending he was just about to head out, making his exit look as casual as possible.
As expected, the person coming out at this hour was Tan Junzi. After all, she had the biological clock of an elderly person.
But he never expected to see Tan Junzi walking out with eyes swollen from crying.
Chang Ying maintained a calm facade, but internally, he was panicking. *What’s going on?*
*Does she regret it? Is she angry? Was I too reckless last night? Was the pearl and clam metaphor too stupid?*
Then he comforted himself. *No, impossible. She kissed my forehead last night. Her eyes shouldn't be swollen because of me.*
Tan Junzi saw Chang Ying. The boy looked like he had just showered; his hair was still damp. Seeing him, she remembered the confession from last night... Oh, right, that happened too.
She and Qin Ruanshu had cried themselves to sleep, and in her dreams, she had been helping Ruanshu fight off British bullies. She had completely pushed Chang Ying to the back of her mind.
Chang Ying stood by the door in a white T-shirt, looking incredibly fresh. It was early May, and the temperature wasn't very high—maybe in the mid-teens—but being a hot-blooded youth, he was just wearing short sleeves.
Tan Junzi blinked at him. For once, Chang Ying looked uncharacteristically at a loss.
Tan Junzi wasn't really thinking; perhaps she was just groggy from waking up. She walked over and leaned her head against his chest, like a lonely little matchstick.
Chang Ying froze. The door clicked shut behind him.
His hands hung at his sides, unsure if he should pat her. He was completely stunned.
Then, he heard the girl say in a heavy, nasal voice, "Hug me."
Tan Junzi reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a very earnest hug. Her hands were placed properly and stayed still against his back, yet Chang Ying felt like he could barely keep his footing.
His hands hovered for a moment before he finally, incredulously, returned the embrace. *Is this for real? Is the morning really this dreamlike?*
Chang Ying felt he was utterly done for. He didn't know what to say. Where had his usual composure and wit gone? Why did he just want to stand here and grin like an idiot?
"Do you remember what you said yesterday?" Tan Junzi looked up from his arms, her eyes watery as if she were interrogating him, though her tone wasn't harsh.
Chang Ying’s brain was struggling to function. His throat moved before he managed a mechanical reply: "I remember."
Tan Junzi nodded. "Then... what is our relationship now?"
*We’re literally hugging, and you’re asking me?* Chang Ying felt he was being a bit pathetic. In just one night, how had their positions flipped?
"It’s all up to you," Chang Ying said, forcing himself to stay calm. "If you don't want to go public, we won't. I know you want to focus on your studies, and I don't want to hold you back. We can improve together. We can wait until after the Gaokao."
"Chang Ying." Tan Junzi just felt that Chang Ying was so good. Why were all the people around her so wonderful? As she spoke, the corners of her mouth turned down, and she looked ready to cry again, but she held it back.
"Go on," Chang Ying said, catching her expression. His heart leaped into his throat. *Why is she suddenly looking so aggrieved?*
"There’s something I didn't say yesterday. But since you said everything, if I don't say it, I’m afraid you’ll feel wronged. I’m afraid you’ll say I’m bullying you again. Do you know you actually cried yesterday?" Tan Junzi paused. "I like you too."
*I. Like. You. Too.*
Chang Ying’s eyes slowly widened. *That crying yesterday was totally worth it.*
"But." That one 'but' yanked at Chang Ying’s heart again.
"But, Qin Ruanshu told me last night that she’s moving to England. For the next while, I want to spend as much time with her as possible. For the rest of high school... I want us to study hard together. I don't want to go public... I don't want to be like those couples at school." She couldn't quite describe what "like those couples" meant, but Chang Ying understood.
Chang Ying processed her words. He understood why her eyes were swollen. And he understood her heart.
He nodded, respecting her wishes. Indeed, because of their family backgrounds, they were more mature than their peers, but they were still just teenage students. Now that everything was out in the open, there was no rush. They had a whole lifetime ahead of them; they were people who would eventually get a marriage certificate together, so whether they were "public" now didn't seem that important.
"Sigh, does dating a childhood friend feel a bit weird? We know each other too well," Tan Junzi said, frowning.
"It’s not weird. Not weird at all," Chang Ying replied, feigning nonchalance as he immediately denied it. But in truth, his throat felt dry, and he was struggling to keep his composure. He really felt like going for an eight-kilometer run. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, which was really not good.
Tan Junzi let go of him, and Chang Ying followed suit, releasing his hold. *Damn, I just want to keep holding her.*
Tan Junzi looked up at him with a silly grin. "I don't even know how we’re supposed to act now."
Chang Ying regained his "cool" face and pretended to advise her, "Hey, just act like we always do. Don't let it slip when we see the others later."
Tan Junzi sighed. "You’re amazing. You’re so calm. I feel like a thief with a guilty conscience. My heart is already thumping. I’m so nervous."
Chang Ying fought the urge to put his arm around her shoulders, his tone casual. "I’m alright. Let’s keep our distance, otherwise you might not be able to resist hugging me."
*F***, this is so hard. Who could handle this?*
***
There was a bungee jumping station at the Wuling Mountain Resort. As the saying goes: "Since we’re already here..."
While Liu Kan went to the lobby to ask where to buy tickets, Chang Ying went to the restroom. Outside the door, two cleaners were chatting.
"Hey, did you see the boss's wife when she visited the other day?"
"I saw her! If you didn't know, you’d think she was a celebrity. She’s in her forties but looks younger than me."
"She is pretty, but what’s the use of looking good... haven't you heard? The boss has someone else on the outside..."
"What?? No way! They seem to have such a good relationship."
"Pfft, as if you can tell. Haven't you heard the rumors inside the group these past few years? They aren't all baseless."
"Oh my, I can't even imagine... but that’s rich people for you. We shouldn't talk... all that breaking up and getting back together..."
By the time Chang Ying came out, the cleaners were gone.
***
The bungee platform wasn't that high, though looking down was still terrifying. There was a light mist in the valley and shadows of trees.
Tan Junzi was the first to jump. Her legs were actually trembling. She stole a glance downward. The staff member buckled her harness, checking the straps while asking, "Scared?"
"No."
"Make a wish. Shout it out," the staff member encouraged.
Tan Junzi thought for a moment. "With Qin Ruan—" Before she could finish, she was pushed off.
"AHHHHHHH!!! RUAN-SHU-SHU! QIN RUANSHU! BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!!"
Her scream and her wish echoed through the valley.
*Best friends with Qin Ruanshu forever.*
That was her wish.
Qin Ruanshu turned away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
***
That night, when Chang Ying went to knock on Qin Ke’s door with the photos, he found the door ajar.
"I was wondering when you’d show up." Qin Ke walked in from the balcony, a cigarette in hand. He closed the balcony door and checked to make sure it was sealed tight.
...
Late at night, lying in bed, Chang Ying’s mind was racing, his hands behind his head.
Earlier, in Qin Ke’s room:
"Tan Junzi’s mother isn't dead. Tan Shuixian is with my father," Qin Ke had said. It was brief, but the briefest statements often hold the most weight.
Chang Ying had taken a while to process it. He couldn't say he wasn't shocked, but beyond the shock, many of his childhood questions were suddenly answered. For instance, why the Tan family never displayed a funeral portrait, or why they never took Junzi to visit a grave. Because the person wasn't f***ing dead.
The biggest impact of knowing Tan Shuixian was alive was that every time he thought of Tan Junzi, his heart ached beyond measure.
Her mother didn't want her.
He thought of that copy of *The Crying Camel* that Tan Junzi had spent an entire summer correcting every typo in. The cassette tape they had listened to countless times. And the half-photograph she kept tucked under her pillow.
That was her mother. The woman she had secretly longed for countless times, whom she missed in silence but never spoke of.
He had so much to say, yet couldn't find a single word.
"Anyway, I’ve told you. You decide whether to tell Tan Junzi. Don't worry about Yuan Guo; she won't say anything." Qin Ke lit another cigarette.
Chang Ying weighed it over and over and decided not to tell her. He remembered asking Qin Ke why he was telling him this.
Qin Ke flicked his ash and said, "You two... are together now, right?"
Chang Ying didn't answer.
Qin Ke nodded. "Actually, I don't even need to ask. It’s a good thing when people who like each other get together. Believe it or not, you have my blessing."
"I won't lie to you, I really like that girl. Since you’re with her, protect her well. When you said you wouldn't tell her, I actually felt relieved. I felt the same way."
"Tan Shuixian and Qin Hai... they aren't exactly saints. They say it’s for love, but they’re incredibly selfish. If they cared about their children even a little bit, they wouldn't have abandoned their families to be together. If Jun..." He started to say Junzi but realized it wasn't appropriate, so he paused. "If Tan Junzi knew her mother was that kind of person, her world would probably collapse. I’ve lived through it, so I know. It’s better to think a father is dead than to know he’s alive and well without you."
"Besides, Tan Shuixian has no intention of acknowledging her as a daughter. It’s better not to tell her; it’s a form of protection. Let her believe her mother is dead. It’s better than telling her she was abandoned."
...
The boy’s mind was in turmoil; sleep was impossible. He got up and went downstairs.
The night was silent. As he walked quickly past the room of that strange young couple, he could hear muffled gasps and rhythmic thumping.
Chang Ying reached the first floor and saw Tan Junzi’s silhouette through the window. She was sitting by the pool, her legs dangling in the water, leaning back on her hands to gaze at the night sky.
Chang Ying’s footsteps were light. Tan Junzi only noticed him when he sat down beside her.
"You’re not asleep?" Tan Junzi was surprised. She had already gone to bed, but the thought of Qin Ruanshu leaving made her sad, so she’d come down to clear her head.
After sitting down, Chang Ying leaned over and naturally kissed her forehead. Having done it once, doing it again felt perfectly right. He didn't quite touch her skin, just her bangs. Tan Junzi pulled back slightly, glancing around for fear of being seen, but the courtyard was deserted.
"No one’s here," Chang Ying said with a smile.
The moonlight was like water, and the girl was gentle. Tan Junzi looked down at her feet in the pool. The reflections were shimmering and distorted.
"Why do I feel like... after we 'did that,' I don't know what to say anymore?" Tan Junzi said.
"Did what?" Chang Ying asked playfully. "Calling 'dating' 'doing that'... people who don't know better might get the wrong idea."
"Hey, don't say it!" Hearing the word 'dating' made Tan Junzi nearly jump out of her skin.
Chang Ying placed a hand over hers on the pool's edge to soothe her. "Just teasing. Why so worked up?"
Tan Junzi’s hand twitched but she didn't pull away, letting him cover it. After a while, she turned to him, curious. "When did you start liking me?"
"And what do you like about me?"
She asked two questions in a row, but Chang Ying remained silent. He thought to himself: *When? That goes way back. As for what? Everything. I like everything that is Tan Junzi.*
Getting no response, Tan Junzi playfully kicked a splash of water toward him. She looked up, a soft smile on her face—a bit troubled, a bit proud, a mix of happiness and melancholy.
He felt such a deep ache for this version of Junzi. He knew she was sad about Qin Ruanshu. At the same time, he was carrying the secret about her mother. Chang Ying felt a twinge of guilt for hiding the truth, his emotions a tangled mess of greed and affection.
Chang Ying looked at Tan Junzi. His reflection was mirrored in her eyes—innocent, clear, and full of tender feeling.
He felt his heart being filled to the brim.
He wanted to arrange everything in the world perfectly so that nothing would ever disturb his girl. All the shitty people and things—he wanted them far away from her.
The ambition and tenderness rising in the boy’s chest began to erode his reason. Guilt, anger, heartache—all of it slowly transformed into a different kind of desire under the seductive moonlight.
"Junzi, do you remember the movie we watched last night?" Chang Ying asked after a moment.
"I remember." Tan Junzi was confused. Why bring that up?
"I forgot some of the details. I wanted to ask you about them." A trace of a smile played on Chang Ying’s lips.
If Tan Junzi had any experience, she would have recognized that smile as mischievous, but she didn't. So she answered honestly:
"That movie was so boring, it doesn't matter if you don't remember."
"It matters. For example..." Chang Ying slowly leaned closer, his tone suggestive. "For example, when they kissed, did the guy put his hand here?" Chang Ying’s large hand suddenly cupped the back of Tan Junzi’s head.
Sensing something was off, Tan Junzi’s heart began to race wildly. She even thought of heart-relief pills. She murmured, "I... I think so..."
"I really can't remember clearly. Was the other hand like this?" Chang Ying’s voice held an inexplicable innocence and sincerity, as if he were truly discussing the plot. As his voice dropped lower, his thumb and forefinger gently tilted Tan Junzi’s chin up.
It was a step-by-step, undeniable probe—an invasion.
"..." Tan Junzi felt her breath hitch.
"Teach me. I don't know how. I have a bad memory." Chang Ying was still talking, but his voice was now a mere whisper, almost a breath. Both vulnerable and dangerous.
"..." Tan Junzi’s eyes were fixed on his lips, which were moving as they spoke these nonsense words. Irritating, beautiful nonsense.
Aware of her gaze, Chang Ying didn't hesitate any longer. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
So soft. Was it just softness? No, there was sweetness too.
Chang Ying was like someone slowly savoring a marshmallow, leisurely and content. He gently traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, then used it to tap against her teeth. When she wouldn't open up, he used his tongue to lightly tickle her lips.
Tan Junzi was so caught up in the kiss she forgot to breathe. Chang Ying whispered against her mouth, "Tan Junzi, open your mouth. Breathe."
Tan Junzi obediently opened her mouth, and Chang Ying’s tongue slipped inside instantly. Tan Junzi felt so silly; she could have used her nose to breathe, so why did she have to open her mouth?
She closed her eyes, feeling the world spin, buildings topple, and the tide rise. Waves of tingling numbness surged up her spine, and even her toes were trembling.
Chang Ying wasn't faring much better. He felt his lower abdomen tightening, his arms alternating between squeezing her tight and relaxing.
Kissing the girl he loved... it was an incredible rush.
Restraint? It didn't exist. He only wanted to explore.
It was a spring night, a small building by the river, and two clumsy teenagers.
After a while, sensing the girl was about to run out of air—she was only exhaling and not inhaling—Chang Ying reluctantly let her go.
"I’ve learned," Chang Ying said, his voice husky. He tried to keep his heavy breathing from being too obvious.
"Learned what?" Tan Junzi asked, trying to find her bearings.
"Why the guy puts his hand behind the girl’s head when they kiss," Chang Ying said with a smile.
"Why?"
"So you can't get away." Chang Ying stroked the back of her head again, a gesture that made Tan Junzi startle. Seeing her reaction, he lowered his hand.
"You... you really are a diligent student..." Tan Junzi pulled her feet out of the pool and sat with her knees hugged to her chest.
"Can't be helped. A slow learner needs a head start," Chang Ying remarked.
***
| Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation |
| :--- | :--- | :--- |
| 致富经 | Secrets to Wealth | A real CCTV-7 program about agricultural business. |
| 昌嘤嘤 | Chang Whiny-whiny | A teasing nickname for Chang Ying (嘤嘤 is an onomatopoeia for whimpering). |
| 游学 | Study tour / Exchange | Short-term educational travel. |
| 榆木疙瘩 | Blockhead / Elm wood block | Idiom for someone who is stubborn or slow-witted. |
| 哭泣的骆驼 | The Crying Camel | A famous book by the writer Sanmao. |
| 谈水仙 | Tan Shuixian | Tan Junzi's mother. |
| 秦海 | Qin Hai | Qin Ke's father. |
| 笨鸟先飞 | The clumsy bird flies first | Idiom meaning a slow learner should start early to compensate. |
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