In the following three days, Chen Cheng's life was monotonous yet comfortable.
There were no social engagements, nor were there the noise and turmoil of the city.
Money seemed useless here; all he had was Mei Xiang by his side.
Warm morning light spilled over the rice paddies, with a breeze stirring up waves of wheat.
Chen Cheng and Mei Xiang were standing there, making the final touches to the newly erected scarecrow.
Chen Cheng placed a straw hat on the scarecrow's head, then carefully tied a red scarf around its neck.
Mei Xiang stood by, her face flushed and her eyes smiling.
"All done," Chen Cheng clapped his hands, "Look, it matches pretty well."
Mei Xiang took out a towel to wipe Chen Cheng's sweat, "You've worked hard."
"I've never done this before either. You've worked hard these few days too."
Hearing this, Mei Xiang silently handed him a cup of water, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.
