As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
We're lucky to be here in the countryside now; we have a month to adjust. If we came next month, we'd have to go straight into the harvest season.
"Hearing you say that, we really are lucky."
Peng Qibo smiled slightly, "Our yard will start construction tomorrow. Please forgive us if it disturbs you."
"Uh, it's fine."
Lin Jingyu waved her hand, "You guys go ahead with your work, I still have things to do."
After saying that, she quickly went into her courtyard.
"Brother~"
Peng Shiyu tugged at his sleeve, then pointed to Lin Jingyu's courtyard, looking at him expectantly.
"Silly girl~"
Peng Qibo patted her head meaningfully, "If you want to stay at her house, only you can do it."
“Ah~”
Peng Shiyu's bright eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
"I'm not kidding you."
Peng Qibo could tell that the girl next door was very guarded and not someone who would easily soften her heart.
If it weren't for their younger sister, none of them would have been able to step into her yard at noon.
It's fair to say that being able to get lunch at their place was entirely thanks to my younger sister.
Only her innocent younger sister could make that girl lower her guard.
Peng Qibo naturally supported his younger sister's desire to stay at his house.
After all, her younger sister, who had been pampered since childhood, had never suffered any hardship, let alone how she could live in such a harsh environment in the educated youth compound.
However, he knew in his heart that he could not stand up for his sister in this matter, otherwise the matter would definitely not succeed.
So he looked at his sister with an encouraging expression, "Shiyu, you like Lin Zhiqing too, right?"
Since you like her, you should go and tell her your feelings in person.