Zhao Honghui's sharp gaze pierced his aunt, and he sternly rebuked her, "Why haven't you even finished cutting a single basket of grass all morning?"
"Mind your own business!" Zhao Chunling pouted and snapped, then shrank back.
Xie Yuyao felt extremely embarrassed. She asked Xiao Ke, who was picking grass, for a sickle and went to the side to cut grass.
Xiao Ke dragged her basket along and followed, then whispered to Yu Yao, "Sister Yu Yao, he's so fierce!"
Xie Yuyao turned her head to look at Zhao Honghui, only to see that he also turned his head to look at her, and their eyes met.
Seeing Zhao Honghui's rather helpless expression, she chuckled and whispered to Xiao Ke, "He's just disappointed in you."
What does it mean to be disappointed in someone who is not living up to their potential?
Xiao Ke's bewildered question made Xie Yuyao feel awkward again. "I'll tell you later."
To avoid Xiao Ke asking any more questions, she changed the subject and asked about Zhao Honghui's trip to the commune. Upon learning that it had been settled, she was relieved.
"After I came back, the brigade headquarters held a meeting. The brigade leader originally wanted to invite you to join us."
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Yuyao said, "I don't want to get involved anymore. Anyway, with Li Weidong around, the educated youth team won't suffer any losses."
"You think so highly of him?"
"Of course! He is the backbone of our educated youth team."
Looking at Xie Yuyao, who seemed so proud of herself, Zhao Honghui felt a pang of bitterness and didn't know what to say for a moment.
After a long pause, Zhao Honghui spoke up: "Li, the educated youth, was good to all the educated youth, wasn't he?"
"Yes, you saw it last night too. He was able to withstand the pressure and stand up without backing down, resolutely safeguarding the interests of the educated youth team. It's really rare."
Xie Yuyao knew that these leaders of the rural production brigades were like local emperors who could control everything to the educated youth.
She had read several representative works of "scar literature," and the darkness depicted in them was beyond human imagination.
Seeing Xie Yuyao's dejected mood, Zhao Honghui thought of what happened last night and felt a pang of heartache, like being pricked by needles, subtle and lingering.
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