Nervous Huai Xu, San Cun Market

In the nascent vegetable garden, Shi Yun had Pin Chi, that yellow-haired guy, diligently fanning him on his left.

On his right, Jiang Song, that green tea with ill intentions, was happily touching Shi Yun’s hand!

Their intermittent, joyful voices drifted over, giving An Huaixu a headache.

“Xiao Shi, your calluses are already this thick.”

“That’s from doing a lot of farm work.”

Shi Yun caught Jiang Song’s gaze and chuckled: “Teacher Jiang, why are you looking at my hands with such admiration?”

Jiang Song seemed to look through them, imagining how this person, much younger than himself, had managed to support a family.

He said sincerely: “No, I truly admire you. You…”

Jiang Song suddenly noticed that Shi Yun’s gaze had shifted past him, looking at something, and his eyes gradually revealed an uncontainable joy.

He stopped speaking at the right moment, turning around as if sensing something, and indeed saw An Huaixu standing at the mountain path entrance.

An Huaixu’s expression was normal, and his gaze didn’t waver in the slightest as he met Jiang Song’s eyes.

Jiang Song subtly raised an eyebrow, coughed, then deliberately adjusted Shi Yun’s collar, and with an intimate gesture, patted his head: “Xiao Shi, I’m a bit thirsty. Could I trouble you to grab me a bottle of water?”

Shi Yun didn’t feel anything amiss, smiled, and nodded: “Then the three teachers wait for me.”

He placed the hoe down and eagerly ran over: “Teacher An!”

An Huaixu suppressed the churning emotions within him, and spoke as if nothing was wrong: “What are you doing?”

Shi Yun took the basket, and as he pulled out three bottles of water from it, he said casually: “Nothing much.”

He straightened up, like a loyal fan of some charlatan, eagerly promoting: “Teacher Jiang can read palms. Later, let him read yours too; I think he’s quite accurate!”

An Huaixu: “What did he read?”

Shi Yun was filled with longing: “He said that as long as I endure the hardships of the first half of my life, the second half will be worry-free, with a happy family and many descendants!”

After saying that, he seemed quite happy, swaying his head as he prepared to walk back down.

An Huaixu’s anger not only hadn’t subsided but was intensifying.

This guy, he almost fainted from low blood sugar just now, and now he’s working in the garden.

Escaped the yellow-haired guy only to meet the green tea. Does he not sense at all that this Jiang Song guy is even more off than Pin Chi?!

He really is—

An Huaixu took a deep breath, grabbed Shi Yun’s arm, and pulled him into the shade of a tree.

Ever since he knew Shi Yun was Little Rain, he had been trying his best to control his emotions.

He didn’t want Little Rain to see his darkest side.

He…

Shi Yun stood up straight, before he could even ask a question, he saw An Huaixu suddenly squat down, one hand covering his eyes, fingers trembling slightly, looking very suppressed.

Shi Yun’s heart tightened, and he quickly crouched down to ask him: “What’s wrong?”

An Huaixu’s ears buzzed, his heart raced, and an uncontrollable irritation tugged at his emotions, making him hover on the brink of losing control.

He turned his face away, avoiding Shi Yun’s gaze, and said as calmly as possible: “It’s nothing, you go first.”

His condition was clearly not right, and Shi Yun was a bit worried: “You…”

An Huaixu pulled a candy from his pocket and handed it to him, his voice containing a hint of plea: “Don’t ask, just go. Remember to eat the candy.”

Shi Yun looked back three times, reluctantly walking to the field and distributing the water to everyone.

Jiang Song had been watching them and immediately noticed An Huaixu’s strangeness: “What’s wrong?”

Shi Yun clutched the candy in his hand, paused for two seconds, and explained: “It might be… low blood sugar.”

Jiang Song believed him without question, oh-ed, then swung his hoe, wanting to quickly finish the remaining work in the last few minutes.

Shi Yun gazed at An Huaixu for a while, always feeling that his state just now didn’t seem like a typical ‘low blood sugar’ attack.
‘He… it must be a delusion.’

Shi Yun cleared the jumbled thoughts from his head, put the candy in his pocket, and focused on continuing his work.

The lagging Qi Guang and Weizi Yu finally arrived.

The two groups completed their work handover, starting a new round of ‘farmer vs. vegetable garden.’

At eleven o’clock, everyone returned to the kindergarten to prepare lunch.

Weizi Yu became energetic, proclaiming he would show them his cooking skills.

Shi Yun and Ani were talking behind the scenes.

In his peripheral vision, An Huaixu sat in a corner, looking rather unenthusiastic, which made Shi Yun a bit concerned.

“Hey Xiao Shi, haven’t you been online much lately?”

Shi Yun hummed: “I’ve been a bit busy recently.”

Ani chuckled, patting his shoulder: “Good, good. Hey, by the way, what kind of person do you think Teacher Pin Chi is?”

Shi Yun answered without hesitation: “Diligent, hardworking, and daring.”

Ani heard this answer, unsure if she was satisfied or not, pouted and pressed: “Ah… just like that? Xiao Shi, think about it, is there anything else?”

“Anything else…”

Before Shi Yun could finish, another girl named Caizhen joined them.

She put her arm around Ani and asked: “Then, Teacher Shi, what kind of person do you think Teacher An is?”

Ani heard the question, snorted, and playfully nudged the arm on her shoulder, feigning reluctance: “You annoying rival, don’t cling to me!”

“Pfft, I find it unlucky!”

Shi Yun.

Shi Yun’s gaze fell back on An Huaixu. It took him a few seconds to answer: “Teacher An is a… very special person.”

“How special?”

Shi Yun squeezed the candy in his pocket, curved his lips into a smile, and said, and said lightly, “Just very special.

Little did he know, after he left, several young girls quickly gathered around Caizhen and Ani.

Caizhen told them about the conversation she just had. Most were incredibly excited, while a few, like Ani, were still stubbornly saying:

“Don’t you think these three labels are really easy to ship?”

Ani agreed: “Our Wolfdog x Rabbit is so perfectly matched!”

Caizhen: “No choice, we’re the most special~”

Ani: “Didn’t you see how Xiao Shi helped Teacher Pin Chi in the vegetable garden just now? Didn’t you see how sweet their interactions were?!”

Caizhen waved her finger indifferently: “Stop arguing, our ‘special guy’ is here, you guys don’t stand a chance.”

Ani was furious: “You’re talking nonsense, you—”

Caizhen interrupted her: “It’s fine, I understand. After all, fake CP fans only get emotional over the real thing.”

With that, she took off running quickly.

Because if she was a second slower, Ani might really have let her experience the power of a ‘fist of iron.’

After lunch, the children began their naptime.

Qi Guang and Qiao Yu, carrying paint buckets, transformed into painters.

Pin Chi stood by, mockingly humming: “You’re a painter, painting a leader…”

Qi Guang, wearing a mask, had a splitting headache from the paint fumes: “Don’t you have anything to do?”

Pin Chi: “I do. I’ve agreed with Teacher Jiang that he’ll watch the kids during their nap, and I’ll go shopping.”

Just as he said this, Shi Yun came out with a back basket.

He stood at the door, waved, and smiled brightly.

Pin Chi’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly ran over: “Xiao Yun, I’ll help—”

An Huaixu, who had appeared behind him without warning, grabbed Pin Chi’s hat and pulled, taking Shi Yun’s back basket without a word.

Pin Chi was annoyed: “What are you doing!”

An Huaixu raised an eyebrow: “Then you carry it.”

He casually tossed the back basket to Pin Chi.

Pin Chi was caught off guard and almost threw out his back again.

Shi Yun rushed over to help him, but unexpectedly, An Huaixu turned and squeezed between them again.

“I’ll do it.”

He supported Pin Chi with one hand, re-shouldered the back basket with the other, and once again offered Shi Yun a piece of candy.

Shi Yun smiled as he took it: “I haven’t eaten the one you gave me earlier.”

An Huaixu: “Keep it.”

Shi Yun unwrapped the candy and handed it to him: “You eat it. My mother said to eat something sweet when you’re feeling down.”

An Huaixu paused for a moment, then curved his lips into a smile, obediently putting the candy in his mouth.

He didn’t actually like sweet things that much, but… it really seemed to make him feel a bit better.

Pin Chi: “…”

‘Why do I feel like I’m a bit too bright here?’

The three walked down the mountain and saw the covered tricycle prepared by the production team.

Shi Yun exclaimed ‘Heya!’ and enthusiastically rushed to the driver’s seat.

Pin Chi slowly climbed onto the side, pedaling, and subconsciously asked: “Can you do it?”

Shi Yun was full of confidence: “Absolutely no—”

As he spoke, he accidentally twisted the right handlebar, and the powerful tricycle immediately surged forward with a ‘whoosh,’ almost sending Pin Chi, who hadn’t properly settled in the back, flying out.

Pin Chi’s face was pale, and he let out an ‘Oww!’ as he was thrown forward by the inertia, lying prone in the back of the vehicle.

He tremblingly extended a finger: “You direct, let… let Teacher An drive!”

Shi Yun was humbled.

Throughout the journey, out of guilt, he repeatedly cared for Pin Chi.

Shi Yun: “Are you hungry?”

Pin Chi weakly: “Just finished eating.”

Shi Yun “Oh”-ed, then asked: “Then are you thirsty?”

Pin Chi nodded: “Thirsty.”

Shi Yun said rather apologetically: “No water left, just bear with it.”

Pin Chi closed his eyes, his breath only coming in, not out, and said weakly: “…I’m fine, I’ll just look at the scenery, you rest.”

They drove out of Fugui Village, and a little further on, they soon saw the bustling market.

The market was by the lake, half on the shore, half on the bridge. Although simple, it was full of life.

Shi Yun skillfully led them down a small path and into the crowd.

“Hey, come and see! Dried fruits, apricot jam, flower cakes, cheap sale!”

Pin Chi’s attention shifted, and he quickly regained his vitality.

He didn’t know what he heard, but he leaned in close to Shi Yun with interest: “Xiao Yun, say ‘flower cake’ in your hometown dialect.”

Shi Yun: “Hua bing bing.”

He said it a bit softly, sounding like he was pouting, making Pin Chi’s heart flutter: “And dried fruit?”

Shi Yun answered every question: “Guo guo zi.”
Pin Chi raised his phone: “Say it again, I’ll record it for my alarm clock!”

Just then, an elderly vendor with white hair, Auntie, was the first to recognize Shi Yun: “Oh, Xiao Shi, why haven’t we seen you around lately?”

Next to Auntie, an uncle with a long scar on his cheek laughed heartily: “Xiao Shi, it’s been a long time!

You’ve grown so big in a blink of an eye. Do you still recognize me? That injury you had when you were a child, it was me who…”

Auntie: “Oh dear, why bring that up!”

She subtly hinted at the presence of the cameras to the uncle.

The uncle made an apologetic gesture, changed the subject, and began to chat with Shi Yun about everyday things.

An Huaixu keenly caught the keywords.

‘What injury?’

‘Head or back?’