Chapter 6 This girl is a little afraid of him

Jiang Zhizhi watched as several strong young men pinned the old man to the ground and couldn't help but reach out to pull them away: "What are you doing, bullying an old man in broad daylight?"

The young man who had been pulled away turned around and glared fiercely at Jiang Zhizhi: "Mind your own business!"

Seeing the old man's glasses fall to the ground and his face scraped raw from being pressed to the ground, Jiang Zhizhi felt a surge of anger. She took two steps back, preparing to create space to unleash her fists and kicks, when suddenly her left wrist was grabbed. Before she could react, she was pulled aside.

His wrist was quickly released: "Don't be impulsive."

Jiang Zhizhi turned her head and saw Zhou Xiye. She frowned and said, "They are bullying an old man."

Zhou Xiye, with deep-set eyes and a serious expression, shook his head: "You can't get involved in this matter; they're from the security department."

Jiang Zhizhi was about to argue when she saw the old man being pulled up. One of the men yelled at him, "Stealing again! If you steal from the library again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

As they spoke, they shoved the old man away.

Jiang Zhizhi suddenly realized that many books were locked in the library and were not allowed to be read. If she was caught stealing them, the consequences would be serious. If she had helped the old man beat up those security guards, she might have been arrested as the old man's accomplice.

Zhou Xiye lowered his eyes and saw Jiang Zhizhi frowning and lost in thought. Her face showed a lot of expression, and she was a girl who couldn't hide her thoughts.

He was passing by and about to enter the station when he saw Jiang Zhizhi taking a few steps back with anger in her eyes. He knew she might attack him, so he hurried over to pull her away.

He has a strong sense of justice, reacts quickly, and acts decisively, making him very suitable for military service.

After considering for a moment, he asked, "How old are you this year?"

He felt the girl was quite young, and wondered if she was over eighteen.

Jiang Zhizhi looked up at Zhou Xiye, feeling quite surprised. For some reason, she honestly answered his question: "Nineteen."

Zhou Xiye nodded slightly: "Have you considered joining the army? In three months, winter conscription will begin. You can sign up then. With your skills..."

Jiang Zhizhi's mouth gaped slightly in surprise. She never expected that Zhou Xiye's repeated help to her was all in persuading her to join the army, and he was very serious about it. Without even considering it, she shook her head: "I don't want to. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

As she spoke, she grabbed her handbag and quickly slipped away. If Zhou Xiye knew that she was his dark-skinned and ugly wife, would he still pay any attention to her?

Zhou Xiye watched helplessly as Jiang Zhizhi quickly left. He felt that every time this girl saw him, it was as if she'd seen a monstrous flood, and she'd avoid him at all costs. Was she really that resistant to joining the army? Did she not want to endure hardship?

...

The Jiang family also received the notice of being sent down to the countryside early in the morning. However, the address written on the notice was in northern Gansu, and the place where Sun Xiaoyue was going to work as an educated youth was also in a village under northern Gansu.

Sun Xiaoyue was completely stunned. Her hands were trembling as she held the admission notice. In her previous life, she was clearly in Zhangbei. How did she end up in Ganbei in this life?

If she hadn't gone to Zhangbei, how would she have met Jiang Donghua, the educated youth who got into university? How would she have been able to live a good life afterward?

Jiang Zhenhua didn't mind: "Going to northern Gansu is fine too. Zhizhi will be there too, and the family can see each other more often in the future."

Song Wanying thought of Jiang Zhizhi's resolute look when she left, frowned, and said nothing. Even if she went to Ganbei, she didn't want to see this ungrateful person again.

Sun Xiaoyue's eyes reddened with anxiety: "Dad, is there a mistake? Didn't we agree to go to Zhangbei? It's closer to Beijing. Now we're going to Gansu, which is so far away..."

Seeing her daughter upset, Song Wanying quickly comforted her: "Your father has already asked, there's no mistake. He probably misheard before, mistaking Zhangbei for Ganbei. Xiaoyue, don't worry, your educated youth settlement isn't far from us, we can meet often then."

"Oh right, I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll go to the neighborhood committee this afternoon to change your name. From now on, you'll be called Jiang Xiaoyue."

Sun Xiaoyue had no time to care about that; her mind was filled with the question: what was the meaning of her rebirth?!

She didn't care at all whether she could see Jiang Zhenhua and his wife often, since the two of them would die of a plague a year after they were sent down to the countryside.

She now wants to know how to meet that educated youth named Jiang Donghua.

Jiang Zhenhua didn't understand why Sun Xiaoyue was so upset. Wasn't it enough for the family to be together?

He pushed up his glasses and comforted her, "Zhizhi has already gone to northern Gansu, right? If we go there, the whole family can be reunited, wouldn't that be great? Xiaoyue, if you want to stay here, I'll think of something later."

When Sun Xiaoyue heard that Jiang Zhizhi had gone to northern Gansu again, a bold guess suddenly came to her mind: was it because she had been reborn and Jiang Zhizhi had gone to northern Gansu, that everyone's fate had changed as a result?

Did Jiang Donghua also go to northern Gansu this time?

If that's the case, then she needs to hurry up and meet Jiang Donghua before Jiang Zhizhi does!

Thinking about it this way, his anxiety subsided, and he went over to hug Song Wanying's arm with a guilty look on his face: "Mom, it's not that I don't want to go to northern Gansu, it's just that I'm worried that you two will not be able to adapt to the climate there, which is so far away. I feel sorry for you, you are so old, and it's too hard for you to be so far away from home."

With tears in her eyes, she leaned on Song Wanying's shoulder, feeling wronged.

When Song Wanying heard that her daughter was actually sad because of them, her eyes turned red and she patted Sun Xiaoyue on the back: "It's okay, it's okay. As long as we are together as a family, a little hardship is nothing."

Sun Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes to hide the cold glint in them.

Going to northern Gansu is fine, let's see if she doesn't torment that idiot Jiang Zhizhi to death.

Even if Zhou Xiye were someone who died young, she wouldn't deserve him!

...

Jiang Zhizhi boarded the train and found it quite crowded. Luckily, she managed to get a window seat; with her injured arm against the window, she didn't have to worry about being bumped. She laboriously stuffed her bag under the seat with her left hand.

She had been a little too cautious earlier. When she went to the toilet, she stuffed most of her money and food coupons into the inside pocket of her pants. She only had two yuan and three jin of food coupons in her pocket. She estimated that this would be enough for her to spend all the way to northern Gansu.

I placed the tea mug and lunchbox on the small table, tidied up my things, and found that the area around and opposite me was full of people.

Sitting next to her were two older women, and opposite her was a family of three. The couple were well-mannered and looked like intellectuals.

After the group sat down, they started chatting enthusiastically within two minutes, asking each other where they were going, what they did for work, and where they were from.

The woman beside Jiang Zhizhi asked with a smile, "Young lady, you look quite young. Where are you going alone? Are you visiting relatives or going to the countryside?"

Jiang Zhizhi felt a little uncomfortable with the excessive enthusiasm and gave a dry laugh: "Visiting relatives."

The woman looked Jiang Zhizhi up and down: "Whose girl are you? You look familiar."