Chapter 2145 The Miraculous Daily Life of Harvest Farm 15
At night, Lin Mian's room was quiet and tidy.
The window was half open, and the gauze-like curtains swayed gently in the wind. The natural coolness of the wooden house made people feel comfortable.
The temperature in the room was just right, as if even the air had become gentle.
Lin Mian was lying on the bed, with a soft quilt covering the coarse mat.
He was still a little nervous.
Jinchen quietly held Lin Mian's hand under the quilt and looked at him sideways, "Kun Kun, don't be afraid."
“…Yeah.” Lin Mian took a deep breath, and the warmth of his fingertips conveyed peace of mind.
He turned sideways and got closer to Jinchen.
The dream catcher hung over the bed, the gem in the center gleaming in the moonlight, guiding them into their dreams.
Gradually, Lin Mian's consciousness began to blur.
The scenes in the dream were disorganized, like rapidly switching images, making people dizzy.
Lin Mian saw Qin Zong and Jiang Ji standing at the entrance of the village, holding a thick stack of banknotes in their hands and with flattered smiles on their faces.
Boss Song was standing in front of them, and there was an old man who smiled and shook hands with them, looking very friendly.
Then a truck slowly drove into the village, loaded with fruits from the orchard, which were being transported far away.
But at the same time, a large number of rotten fruits in the orchard were poured into an underground water channel, and the juice smelled bad.
The scene changed and Qin Zong was standing on the land on the hillside.
In the sky, the moon turned blood red, emitting an ominous light.
Qin Zong fainted on the ground, and the air around him seemed to be distorted.
The scene in the dream changed again.
The crops in the village began to wither, the leaves were covered with black spots, and the fruits rotted and smelled bad.
Even Harvest Farm was not spared, and the once vibrant fields became barren.
Lin Mian stood on the edge of the field, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with astonishment and despair.
The villagers gathered at the farm gate, with anger and accusations on their faces. Someone shouted, "Lin Mian, this is your farm. How could you let this happen?"
"It's you who brought this disaster upon himself!" The lame old carpenter pointed at Lin Mian's nose, spitting.
Lin Mian wanted to explain, but found that he could not make a sound.
He felt weak, as if his body was restrained by an invisible force. Jinchen appeared behind him and put his hand gently on his shoulder.
A warm power came from Jinchen's palm, and Lin Mian's consciousness gradually became clearer, and the accusations gradually faded away.
The dream began to shatter, and the surrounding scenes shattered like glass, turning into countless fragments and disappearing into the darkness.
-
Lin Mian suddenly opened his eyes.
The moonlight still shines gently on the head of the bed, and the gem of the dreamcatcher has returned to calm.
It was past midnight and there was already a faint light outside the window.
Jinchen's arms were still around his waist, his body temperature came through his thin shirt, and his breath brushed the back of his sweaty neck.
Lin Mian's throat was dry, and he suddenly turned to look at Jinchen, with surprise still in his eyes.
The dream was too real.
"That's just a sign, but it may not come true."
Jin Chen's voice was hoarse from just waking up. "The dreams of the prophetic elves will amplify fear, but..."
He suddenly stopped and looked down, "Kun Kun, your grip hurts a little."
Lin Mian then realized that he had almost pinched Jin Chen's arm, and hurriedly let go, his ears burning: "I'm sorry, I..."
“No need to apologize.” Jin Chen turned over, holding Lin Mian in his arms, and stroked his tense back with his fingers.
Lin Mian, who was forced back onto the pillow, listened to the heartbeat so close to him, and suddenly reached out to grab Jinchen's collar.
Jinchen has a scent that may be the unique scent of an elf, mixed with the smell of grass leaves, which often reminds him of the forest that has washed away all the dust after a rainstorm, and makes him feel at ease.
"Jinchen."
"Hmm?" Jinchen responded lazily, patting Lin Mian's back from time to time.
He was also thinking about the content of the dream, which seemed very different from the original plot, but there were some overlaps.
The only variable is Qin Zong.
"We can change the prophecy, right?" Lin Mian looked at him and asked.
"Of course," Jinchen moved his palm upwards and touched the back of Lin Mian's head, "This is the gift from the prophecy elf. I will accompany you, don't be afraid."
Lin Mian's slight worry was reflected in Jinchen's emerald green pupils.
Lin Mian raised his hand in a daze and gently stroked the corners of Jinchen's eyes.
These are a pair of eyes full of divinity.
Jinchen did not dodge. The close distance made him very happy, and he couldn't help but hug Lin Mian tighter.
"Okay, sleep a little longer. I'll go to the orchard tomorrow to check on the situation."
Lin Mian came back to his senses as if he was scalded, pulled his hand back and stuffed it into the quilt, but in the blink of an eye it fell on Jinchen's chest.
There was no place to hide when he was carried away.
Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about nightmares, but his heartbeat clearly quickened.
[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 41! 】
-
Another new day.
Jinchen dragged Ling Gungun into the orchard to eavesdrop on the conspiracy of the two protagonists.
Lin Mian, who stayed on the farm, had no time to continue worrying about dreams. There was always endless work to do on the farm during the hot summer.
Even the black cat was not idle. It led the furry little chicks in a long line, walked with its head held high, and then called on them to peck at the pests in the soil.
Lin Mian bent over and carefully checked the growth of the vegetables.
Just then, the black cat meowed rhythmically, indicating that a guest had come.
Lin Mian looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking towards them.
"Xiao Lin! Are you busy?" the man asked with a smile, his tone full of enthusiasm.
Lin Mian recognized him. He was Uncle Li, the owner of a farm stay in a scenic spot jointly created by three nearby villages.
He put down the tools in his hands and responded with a smile: "Uncle Li, why are you here? What's the matter?"
Uncle Li walked up to Lin Mian, rubbed his hands, and spoke with anticipation.
"It's like this. Our farmhouse is going to hold a big party soon and we need a batch of seasonal vegetables. But the usual suppliers are very expensive at this time. They want to sell vegetables for more than the price of gold."
"I heard from people in this village that the crops grown at Harvest Farm are particularly good, so I wanted to ask if you could supply some?"
Lin Mian was delighted when he heard this and said, "Of course! There are fresh vegetables recently, and the price... even if you are a new customer, I will charge you 70% of the market supply."
"Uncle Li, come in and sit down."
Lin Mian welcomed him into the living room of the wooden house.
Uncle Li smiled and sat down, then took out a list from his pocket.
"That's great! I need tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers and eggplants, as well as some loofahs, water spinach and bitter melons, about 30 kilograms of each. Is that okay?"
Lin Mian quickly calculated the inventory in his mind, and then said, "No problem, we have all of these."
"But to ensure freshness, I can deliver the goods in two batches. I will deliver half the day before the party and the other half on the morning of the party. What do you think?"
Uncle Li nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Great, great, great. The vegetables are fresh and the guests will be more satisfied."
Lin Mian thought for a moment, cut the fruit and put it on a plate, then asked with a smile, "Uncle Li, do you need any fruit? There is plenty of fruit on the farm right now, so I'll give you a good price."
