Chen Jingyan shook his head blankly.

He would be overjoyed, thinking: "Jingya actually greeted me, and she even smiled at me. She must like me to do that. It seems like I have a great chance! I'm sure I can win Jingya over!"

After listening to Gu Zhiyun's vivid description, Shen Jingyan turned the tables and asked, "Was that what you thought back then too?"

Gu Zhiyun: "..."

This girl has a sharp tongue; looks like she needs a kiss.

Without a word, he pressed Shen Jingyan against the tree trunk and kissed her breathlessly.

When the little girl broke free from his arms and ran away, her eyes were watery and shimmering with a dreamy light.

...

Gu Zhiyun thought about it all night, and made countless plans in his mind.

But he repeatedly denied these ideas in his mind.

He always felt that no matter how he talked to Shen Honggang, he could not fully express his deep feelings for Shen Jingyan.

His biggest worry was that Shen Honggang would see him as a scoundrel and think that he and Zhou Zhengqing were the same kind of people.

The next morning, just as the educated youth were getting ready to go to work, village chief Zheng Dayou came looking for them.

"Xiao Gu, come with me to the village committee and help me write an article!"

Gu Zhiyun put down the hoe in his hand and asked, "What manuscript?"

Zheng Dayou said, "Isn't it almost spring? The county has issued instructions to mobilize villagers to reclaim wasteland for farming and get rich through labor! We need to write a propaganda article to be broadcast in the village every day. Xiao Gu, you are a great talent, so this writing task has to be entrusted to you!"

Zhou Zhengqing, who was standing to the side, curled his lip in disdain upon hearing this.

They both graduated from high school, so he didn't believe that Gu Zhiyun was better at writing than him.

He was just looking for an excuse to slack off, so he squeezed in front of Zheng Dayou and said:

"Village chief, Old Gu is all alone and his strength is insufficient. I can also write, so I'll help him write!"

Yang Zinuo scoffed, "You write it? You've been at the forest farm for three years, and you haven't done as much work as a dog. Do you even know what labor is?"

The educated youth burst into laughter.