"Liu Da Mei, are you going to spill the beans or not? If you're not telling, we might as well just keep working; we haven't finished today's tasks yet."
"Yeah, could you stop keeping us in suspense? It's really frustrating."
"If you really don't know how to put it, just skip to the end; we won't mind."
...
Liu Da Mei smiled awkwardly.
No, those first few lines, wasn't she copying the storytelling old man? She'd run out of words for the rest.
She couldn't make it up any longer!
Liu Da Mei regretted it a bit internally.
Had she known, she should have listened to the old man's entire story.
It was her mother's fault for calling her to pick wheat, so she hadn't heard the whole thing.
She hadn't caught the whole transition.
The people around her urged her on again.
That's it!
All the tidbits in her head were gone.
"I'm talking, I'm talking."
"...then Liu Guohui touched that female comrade's hand and got caught red-handed.