Chapter 73: It's Never Too Late

"Oh? It's from your village chief's family..." At this point, the man paused and asked in surprise, "Is it the one who stole someone else's Hero pen when she was a child?"

The villagers of Hetang Village nodded stiffly, "It's the one that's been rumored, but we watched her grow up, she doesn't look like the one who stole the pen."

"Oh, what is this? You can't judge a person by his appearance. How could you have wronged her in front of so many teachers and students? Maybe some people have different hobbies than others? We are not her family, so how can we know what they think?"

Fang Hongye heard people whispering in the audience, and from the occasional raised voices, she could clearly distinguish that others were talking about her past events again.

She took a deep breath, smiled sweetly, and was not affected at all. She began to host the tour according to the rigorous training of more than ten days. The beautiful and passionate opening remarks quickly drew people's attention back. They were no longer concerned about sharing the old things, but stared at this wonderful performance that could be counted in Xiahua.

The actors are not professionals, but they have expectations for life, love for labor, and pursuit of dreams, and their sincere emotions are all conveyed through their sweat, serious attitude, and nearly perfect performance.

The audience was drawn into the story, some laughed heartily, some wiped away tears and denounced the actors. The simple emotional fluctuations they followed made An Zhixia feel deeply moved.

The villagers' thoughts were not complicated. They were like grass on the ground, swaying left and right with the wind, not trying to tell where the wind was blowing from, but just dancing vigorously. They might not be bad at heart, but just became the blunt knives used by some people, cutting flesh again and again, making people's lives worse than death.

Just like those fans in later generations who believe everything they hear and lack judgment, they can quickly lift up an idol or push him or her into the abyss.

"It's Cui Tianhao again." An Zhiqiu naturally heard the people around him recounting the scene in great detail. Regardless of who was right or wrong, or what the hidden story was, when he heard that Cui Tianhao was involved, he gritted his teeth in hatred: "This man is rotten to the core!"

An Zhixia asked in a low voice: "Brother, how do you know he did it?"

An Zhiqiu's face was gloomy, and she repeated what she had said before. A girl who had been spoiled since childhood and had everything she wanted didn't need to take such a big risk to do something stupid. And according to the people around her, Fang Hongye had very good grades at that time, was smart and liked by the teacher. How could she ruin everything for a pen that all the students in the school paid great attention to?

If she had a little brains, she would have done it secretly when no one was paying attention to the pen, right?

Therefore, this false accusation is too crude and too vicious.

He looked at the young girl on the stage, smiling brightly, and felt pity for her. If it hadn't happened, she would have been admitted to the key junior high school in the town, and then the key high school, as everyone expected. Although she couldn't continue to take the college entrance examination, she could still work as a worker in the town and live a life that everyone envied, with no worries about food and clothing.

Maybe she has already had children now, instead of being delayed in her flowering period.

"Brother, times are changing. Sister Hongye's life will be better in the future. Good things are worth waiting for."

"Well, she is a good girl and deserves to be treated by someone better." An Zhiqiu nodded with a smile, his eyes gloomy and his fists clenched on his knees.

The tour was extremely successful. People were reluctant to leave and kept asking where the next show would be held. They would definitely carry their benches and go to support the show when the next one was held.

"Xia Xia," Fang Hongye's eyes sparkled, and she took An Zhixia's arm and said excitedly, "How was my performance just now? My palms are sweating now, and I'm afraid that I'll hold everyone back if I recite the wrong words."

"Yes, Sister Hongye has a very steady demeanor, like a TV host," An Zhixia said with a smile, "It can be seen that Sister Hongye is quite capable. How about it, are you interested in opening a factory with me?"

"Me?" She pointed at herself in surprise. "I, I didn't even graduate from elementary school. Even though my father is the village chief, he couldn't arrange a stable job for me." Her tone was filled with deep loss and imperceptible disappointment and helpless resignation.

"Who said it's not possible? I'm the director of the Wuqi Commune Agricultural and Sideline Products Factory. What's wrong with me appointing a propaganda officer? Besides, I've seen your performance these days. You're very suitable and capable of taking on the position!"

Fang Hongye took a dozen deep breaths and touched her forehead: "I feel like I'm dreaming." Then she held An Zhixia's hand very seriously and said: "Xia Xia, no, Director An, don't worry, I will do my best to complete the task you assigned!"

"Also, Sister Hongye, you can't interrupt your studies, especially since you are in the propaganda department. You have to keep abreast of the outside world's information and use it to transform your hometown."

Fang Hongye touched her face shyly and whispered, "I know. Actually, although I only went to the third grade, I have been secretly studying at home. Even my parents don't know. I have finished all the content in junior high school, but English is too difficult. There is no one to guide me. I don't even know how to read the 26 letters.

I found a set of high school books and materials in the recycling bin and have started reading the second year of high school."

An Zhixia patted her shoulder and said with a smile: "I knew that Sister Hongye is so smart that she will not be defeated by public opinion. You can ask me if you have any questions in the future.

I have already brought out the tour team, and the rest will be handed over to Sister Hongye."

Fang Hong pursed her chest, stood straight and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Director Xiao An, I will ensure that I complete the task!"

After returning home, Fang Hongye sat in the main hall with red eyes and clenched fists. She couldn't help but replay the insults, contempt, and sarcasm in her mind. She was only twelve years old at that time, and her life had not really started yet, but that incident brought her down into the dust.

If she wasn't young and her father was the village chief, she would have been sent to jail by Cui Tianhao!

"Hongye, what's wrong? Who bullied you?" The village head's wife was just talking to her daughter-in-law about her daughter's performance. She hadn't seen a child who smiled so brightly and radiated such brilliance for a long time. But when she entered the house and saw her daughter sitting on a stool in a daze, her eyes were as red as a rabbit, she immediately became anxious and went forward to hug her and asked anxiously.

The two sisters-in-law also said angrily: "Hongye, don't listen to those nagging people. They just can't stand seeing others doing well. Only by stepping on others' pain can they feel that they are living a good life! We have a clear conscience, why should we care about what they say?"

(End of this chapter)