The three little guys had red eyes as they held the things that Song Zhi forced into their hands.

"Thank you, sis! You're such a good person!"

The three little guys thanked him in unison, their voices choked with sobs.

They really met a good person today.

Song Zhi, who was given the good guy card, looked at the three dirty little faces and his expression softened a little.

"Eat well and gain more strength so that you can help me with more work in the future. Just saying thank you is not enough."

"Yeah!" The three little guys nodded heavily.

Song Zhi looked at their eyes, which were filled with sincerity in black and white, and thought of what they would look like when they grew up in the news reports, and her heart became heavier.

Why did these innocent children end up in a dead end?

Perhaps in this lifetime, she can save their lives and allow the innocence in their eyes to exist forever.

"It's getting dark, go home quickly."

Song Zhi touched San Ya's little head and said with a smile.

"If you don't go back, your brother Qiu will be worried."

Hearing this, the three little guys' faces changed and they shouted "Oh no!". They quickly said goodbye to Song Zhi and ran home quickly with the steamed buns she gave them.

Song Zhi looked at the three little cubs' quickly disappearing figures, feeling filled with emotion.

Song Zhi originally wanted to go back to the dormitory, but after taking a few steps forward, he found that everyone was still working hard in the cotton field.

She looked around and saw that the other educated youth had basically not finished their work, so she quickly shrank back.

"I didn't expect that I would be the first one to finish work."

Song Zhi sighed, rubbed his cold hands, and wrapped his clothes tighter.

The wind in the evening was colder than that in the daytime, and it had become a pure magical attack, capable of penetrating through clothes and bringing the coldness to the bones.

She didn't want to be the first to stand out, so she could only stand on the edge of the field, stamping her feet and waiting for the other educated youth to finish their work.

After most of the educated youth finished work, it was getting dark. The twilight blurred the entire sky, and the ridges of the fields gradually turned dark gray, forming a line with the sky.

The villagers and educated youth walked home shivering, and the sound of snow breaking under their feet was heard all along the way.

Song Zhi deliberately waited until most of the people had left before climbing up from the ridge of the field.

The light was dim, and Song Zhi accidentally stepped on some unmelted ice on the ridge of the field. His foot slipped, and his whole body suddenly lost weight and fell to the side.

Song Zhi's face changed drastically and she subconsciously protected her stomach.

In a flash, a strong and powerful hand suddenly stretched out from behind her, supported her lower back, and prevented her from rolling off the ridge of the field.

With the help of this hand, Song Zhi quickly stabilized his body.

She let out a breath with a pale face, and after she recovered, she went back to look.

"Thank you."

When I turned around, I was met with a cold and handsome face.

Song Zhi's face froze slightly, and he blurted out in surprise: "Tang Junhe?"

How come he is here?

I haven't seen him for a while, and the man seems to look better.

He was wearing a military green uniform meticulously, with a dark blue tweed coat on the outside, which made his features more handsome and his figure more tall and straight.

This outfit suits him so well that one can't take their eyes off him.

Song Zhi really didn't expect to meet Tang Junhe here. She had already run so far, how could she still meet him?

Thinking of this, she frowned in annoyance.

At this moment, a long-forgotten memory suddenly flashed through my mind.

Tang Junhe's troops seemed to be here. Although she had never been here in her previous life, she had sent him some things.

No wonder she felt the name was familiar at the time.

This is really like sending someone’s head thousands of miles away, dancing right in front of him!

Song Zhi bit the tip of his tongue and felt extremely unlucky.

She wailed in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on Tang Junhe again.

He was about 1.9 meters tall, and was a full head taller than her when standing behind her. Due to years of exercise, he was also very strong. When he supported her just now, Song Zhi clearly felt his strength.

He definitely has a body type that makes him look thin when dressed and muscular when undressed.

In the dim light, his facial features were less sharp and softer.

I have to say that Yaoguang in her previous life was pretty good. This man had a good figure, a good face, and a job. He was simply perfect in possessing everything an elite man should have.

It’s just a pity that such a man has no heart.

The whole person was like a stinking stone, and she had spent her entire life in her previous life trying to warm him up but couldn't.

Tang Junhe frowned and looked at Song Zhi, feeling a little uncomfortable with her looking him up and down.

"Are you standing firm?" he asked.

Song Zhi suddenly came to her senses and realized that Tang Junhe was still holding her arm. She silently pulled her arm back and thanked him again.

"Thank you."

"It's a small matter."

Tang Junhe replied indifferently.

He stood in front of her, looking down at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

After not seeing her for a while, she seemed to have lost some weight and her face was smaller. Perhaps because she had been blown by the cold wind for too long, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were red.

She looked very different now than when she was in the capital. The delicate little girl had worked all day, and her white and tender fingers and face were covered with scratches.

Perhaps because she was afraid of the cold, she wrapped herself tightly, making her look plump.

"I have to go back to eat, so I'll leave first."

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, then said something to him politely before turning around and preparing to leave.

But she didn't expect Tang Junhe to suddenly call her.

"Why did you come to the countryside? Why did you come here?"

She had clearly already been admitted to the art troupe and didn't need to go to the countryside.

A young lady like her who has never done any housework had to come to this remote place to suffer. It was hard for Tang Junhe not to wonder if she was really coming for him.

"It's just bad luck." Song Zhi sighed. She went to great lengths to run so far just to avoid him, but she didn't expect him to run right in front of her. It seemed like even God was playing a trick on her.

Tang Junhe frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and stared at her with sharp and cold eyes, as if trying to see some clues from her face.

"Then tell me, didn't you already get into the art troupe? Why did you give up your place?"

Tang Junhe looked at her and asked.

She was originally very lucky, but she gave up this luck on her own initiative.

"That's my own business, why should I tell you?" Song Zhi said subconsciously.

He is not related to her, so why should she explain to him what she does?

Without waiting for Tang Junhe to speak, Song Zhi looked at the scrutiny on his face and immediately realized something. She glared and looked at Tang Junhe.

"Tang Junhe, you didn't think I came here chasing you, did you?"