Yesterday, Xiao Jun was thrown at the gate of the Youth League Home by Yan Ziyuan. When other Youth League members came back from work, they were surprised to see his miserable appearance.

It was Cao Xiangshan who reacted quickly and, together with Tong Tao, helped Xiao Jun back to the room.

Ye Feixue looked at Xiao Jun's miserable appearance and did not step forward for a while, hiding behind Mo Juan.

She thought that Xiao Jun might not get anything good from Song Fuyu, but she didn't expect that Song Fuyu would beat him into this state.

She didn't dare tell everyone Song Fuyu's name, nor did she dare say that she was the one who beat the man, for fear that others would know that it was she who asked Xiao Jun to find Song Fuyu. So she just stood by and watched silently as Cao Xiangshan helped Xiao Jun clean the wound.

When Xiao Jun regained consciousness, he heard everyone asking who had beaten him, and they all helped him to seek justice from the captain.

But being beaten up like this by a girl was already embarrassing enough. He couldn't afford to let a large group of people help him get into trouble. So no matter how people asked, he was stubborn and didn't mention Song Fuyu's name at all.

The next day, Ye Feixue asked Mo Juan to help her ask the team leader for a day off from work and stay in the Youth League Home to take care of Xiao Jun.

In fact, she didn't dare to go outside.

Firstly, he didn't want to face the villagers' gossip, and secondly, he was afraid of meeting Song Fuyu, fearing that she would come up and beat him up without hesitation.

Thinking of Xiao Jun's miserable appearance, she suddenly became a little scared.

"Brother Xiao Jun, Song Zhiqing was too cruel. How could she beat you like this? It's so inhumane."

Xiao Jun was regretting his decision to the core by now.

He suddenly recalled what Song Fuyu said yesterday and looked up at Ye Feixue who was sitting beside the bed.

I was a little hesitant, but asked anyway.

"Feixue, the matter about Song Zhiqing's family, was it you who spread it around the village?"

"Brother Xiao Jun, now even you don't believe me, right?"

"I was already upset because of what the villagers said to me, and now even you..."

Ye Feixue's eyes suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked like she was about to cry.

In the past, when Xiao Jun saw her like this, he would definitely not want to ask any more questions.

But after hearing what Song Fuyu said yesterday and her severe beating, he seemed to have sobered up a little.

"Then why did Song Zhiqing insist that it was you who spread it?"

"If you really didn't say anything, why would she be sure it was you and not someone else?"

"I..."

"I really didn't mean it."

"At that time...Zhou Zhiqing and Zhuang Zhiqing asked me about the educated youth who moved out, and I couldn't help but blurt it out."

"I really didn't expect that after they knew about it, they would spread it all over the village. I even specifically told them not to spread it outside, but I didn't expect..."

"If Song Zhiqing minds so much, I can go and apologize to her and explain to the villagers..."

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. Don't go looking for Song Zhiqing."

She was ruthless when she beat people.

..........

After Yan Ziyuan came back from the town, he did not go to the mountain again, but instead cleaned up the two sheep he had caught in the morning in the kitchen.

What happened in Xiaoyu's family has spread throughout the entire Shanhe Village. She said she didn't feel bad, but everyone pointing fingers at her must still make her feel uncomfortable.

Just when he was thinking about how to solve the problem, Song Fuyu came back from work.

"Why don't you wait until we come back? It's too much trouble for one person to clean up these two sheep."

"It doesn't matter. I don't have anything else to do anyway."

"But you, didn't I tell you not to do so much work before I left? Why did I hear from Akai that you not only work in the fields every day, but also take time out to make clothes for others?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he is so weak... er... no... he just likes to be lazy, yes lazy."

"Actually, I'm not as tired as he thinks."

"I'm used to working in the fields now. Every day I see the scorekeeper record my ten work points. Just looking at the numbers in the registration book makes me happy."

"As for making clothes for others, that is my hobby, so I don't find it hard at all, but rather enjoy it."

When Yan Ziyuan looked at her and said this, his eyes sparkled. He must have really liked her.

Even though he didn't want Xiaoyu to be so tired, he couldn't stop her from doing what she loved.

She should prefer someone to support her rather than blindly oppose her.

"You should balance your time and try not to tire yourself out, okay?"

"I know~"

"I feel like the tone of your voice right now is the same as my godfather's. If I hadn't listened to the voice, I would have thought my godfather was in front of me."

Yan Ziyuan tapped her forehead with amusement.

"What are you talking about? I'm your girlfriend, how can I be your godfather? But our starting points are the same, we both care about you."

She felt that everyone around her thought she was very tired, but actually it was not that bad. She did not ignore her physical condition and just work stupidly.

"The marriage report I applied for was approved."

“Ahem~~”

Song Fuyu originally wanted to drink water, but when he heard his words, he almost choked.

Is the chat transition changing so drastically?

We were just talking about work, but suddenly we switched to marriage...

"That's good. It proves that I have no problem."

"Xiao Yu, since you have passed the political review, you..."

"Would you like to?"

He and Xiaoyu have been together for almost five months.

Although he only came once, they exchanged letters several times a month. Even when they met again, they didn't feel strange.

On the contrary, every time we communicate through letters, when I know we are about to meet, a sense of anticipation arises in my heart.

"Before that, you have to go see my godfather first."

"Okay! I'll listen to you."

She had no objection to taking him to meet her parents.

Although they had only been together for a few months, this period of time had allowed her to truly experience the joy of communicating through correspondence.

This slow life and communication through letters made her feel very happy.

Every time I received a letter from him, it felt like his thoughts were slowly being transmitted through the paper, straight to the bottom of my heart.