The color on his face seemed to fade a little.

ah……

She let out a soft "ah", as if talking to herself.

My heart felt like it was pricked by a thin needle, neither lightly nor heavily.

It doesn't hurt, but it feels a little numb and a little astringent.

Too.

She thought to herself with self-mockery.

Although Fu Zhawei said that he didn't mind her divorce and thought divorce was no big deal.

But if he really wants to marry a divorced woman...

How many men of this era can truly accept this?

He probably still wants a girl who is innocent and has just gotten married.

Lin Jianxue sighed softly in her heart and lowered her eyes to hide the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

The two walked side by side, and no one spoke.

The wind blew across the ridge of the field, and the foxtail grass swayed gently.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Fu Zhawei quietly turned his head and glanced at Lin Jianxue beside him from the corner of his eye.

She was walking quietly, her long eyelashes drooping, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

His eyes suddenly dimmed, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

The girl he likes...

If she really got divorced, and brought the child with her, and came all the way to him...

How is he going to accept it?

He is in such a state now that he can hardly support himself.

The work points earned every day are barely enough for the family to support themselves.

What can he give her?

Is it this dilapidated adobe house, or this hopeless status as one of the "five black categories"?

The girl he likes is so beautiful and so dazzling.

She deserves a better man, deserves to be held in his hands and cared for, rather than suffering with him.

Now, he couldn't even keep her fed and clothed.

What's more, how can you support someone you like?

He... doesn't deserve it.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhewei quietly clenched his fists at his side.

*

The two of them returned to the Fu family yard in silence.

"I... am going to work." Fu Zhawei said in a low voice, then picked up the hoe in the corner and went out.

Lin Jianxue watched his back disappear at the door and stood there silently.

In the yard, several old hens were strolling leisurely, occasionally lowering their heads to peck at the grass seeds on the ground.

She sat down on the small stool under the eaves, grabbed a handful of corn kernels from the bamboo basket beside her, and scattered them to the dogs from time to time.

The chickens were clucking and fighting over the grains of rice on the ground.

She felt a little depressed in her heart.

She resurrected her life and went to great lengths to come to Tonghua Village just for Fu Zhewei.

She wanted to be kind to him, wanted to help him, wanted him to get out of the quagmire, and also wanted him to... fall in love with her.

As the saying goes, when a girl chases a boy, it's easy for him to succeed.

She thought that as long as she was a little more active, the two of them would spend time together day and night and fall in love with each other over time. Sooner or later, she would be able to defeat the "white moonlight" in his heart and let him see her love.

But she forgot that she was divorced.

In this era, this is indeed a big problem for a man.

Oh, what a living dark history.

Lin Jianxue sighed and scattered the corn kernels in her hand absentmindedly.

Just when she was feeling depressed, the gate of the courtyard creaked open from the outside.

Fu Qingqing ran in like a gust of wind, her little face pale.

She ran to the door, then stopped suddenly, nervously stuck her head out, and took a quick look outside.

I don’t know what she saw, but she suddenly retracted her head like a frightened little rabbit, and hurriedly reached out to close the gate and insert the bolt neatly.

After doing this, she patted her chest, looking frightened.

Lin Jianxue couldn't help but frown when she saw her startled look.

She put down the ladle in her hand, stood up, and greeted softly, "Qingqing, what's wrong? You look so flustered."

"Sister Xiaoxue!" As soon as Fu Qingqing saw Lin Jianxue, she seemed to have found her heart and hurried over.

She ran to Lin Jianxue, lowered her voice, and her face showed some hesitation and a bit of fear.

"I... I think someone is following me..."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jianxue's expression immediately became serious.

Her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp glint flashed across them.

She thought of Fu Qingqing's abnormal behavior when she came in just now, and she understood.

"Go into the house first and don't come out." Lin Jianxue said to Fu Qingqing in a deep voice.

Fu Qingqing nodded and hid in the house obediently.

Lin Jianxue waited until Fu Qingqing entered the house before going to the gate of the courtyard.

She took a deep breath and did not open the door immediately. Instead, she looked out carefully through the gap in the door panel.

Outside the yard, beside the path leading to the village entrance.

Under the somewhat withered old locust tree opposite, a figure was leaning against the tree.

He was a young man wearing a half-worn Dacron shirt with two buttons casually open at the collar, revealing a bit of his collarbone.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and in the smoke, his expression was a bit lazy and a bit disrespectful.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, looking casually in the direction of the Fu family's gate.

Seeing that face, Lin Jianxue's pupils shrank slightly.

Jiang Yan.

How come he is here?