Lin Jianxue said quickly, "I want to go to the supply and marketing center in town this weekend to buy some things. This is my first time here, I'm unfamiliar with the place and don't know the way around. Can you...can you take me there? It'll only take up half a day of your time."
Fu Zhewei was silent for a few seconds, seemingly considering something.
"Weekend?" he repeated in a low voice, as if to confirm.
"Yeah!" Lin Jianxue nodded vigorously.
There was another brief silence.
Just when Lin Jianxue thought he wouldn't agree, Fu Zhewei finally nodded almost imperceptibly and uttered a word:
"Tuo."
Hearing the word "峔", Lin Jianxue couldn't help but break into a bright smile on her face, and her tone became cheerful: "Then it's settled! Thank you for helping me pull weeds today, thank you so much! I'll treat you to a meal later, and you're not allowed to refuse!"
As if remembering something, she quickly raised her gloved hands again: "Oh, and please tell Qingqing thank you for giving me the work gloves yesterday. They really helped me a lot! Otherwise, my hands would be useless tomorrow."
Fu Zhawei's eyes calmly swept over the yellow-thread gloves that were clasped in her hands and were stained with mud so that the color could no longer be seen.
Then, the corners of her lips, which were always tightly pursed, lifted up slightly, almost imperceptibly. The arc was very small and fleeting.
He nodded, still speaking concisely: "䗽."
Then, he looked at her, as if waiting for her to say anything else: "Anything else?"
Lin Jianxue watched as the sky grew darker and darker, and knew that she didn't want to bother him any more.
Moreover, Fu Zhawei was so frugal with words that he was obviously not a suitable person to chat with.
She shook her head: "It's okay. Go back home soon."
Fu Zhawei didn't say anything more, just nodded, shouldered his hoe, and walked with his long legs along the ridge of the field towards his home.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, casting it on the ridge of the field and the cotton field next to it.
Lin Jianxue stood there, looking at his gradually receding figure, and slowly exhaled.
This guy is now... he really doesn't want to get close to me.
He is cold and doesn't talk much.
She pursed her dry lips slightly, and the image of the rebellious, high-spirited, and even somewhat ostentatious young man Fu Zhewei in her memory emerged involuntarily.
Looking at the calm and reserved Fu Zhawei in front of her, who gave off an aura of "keep away from strangers", Lin Jianxue pursed her lips slightly, and a complicated and indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
She looked down at her own responsibility field which had been cleaned up thoroughly, raised her hand to wipe the sweat and mud from her face, and started walking along the ridge of the field, following her teacher Zhawei, towards the educated youth dormitory.
She did not catch up with Fu Zhewei, but followed him at a distance.
Lin Jianxue didn't notice that Zhang Ruichen was standing on another ridge not far behind her, like a wooden stake, and didn't leave.
His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
He saw clearly everything that had just happened.
He saw how Lin Jianxue managed to hold onto the man who was hiding his body in a menacing manner, how she raised her face with sparkling eyes while talking to him, and even... she even gave that man such a bright and sweet smile!
Lin Jianxue, who was cold and indifferent to him, and didn't even bother to say a word, actually smiled so sweetly at another man!
Not only did he actively talk to the other person, he even smiled at them!
You Lin Jianxue!
I really am an icy beauty who is out of touch with the world!
It turns out that I'm not cold to everyone!
It’s just... not to him, Zhang Ruichen!
Why?!
Apart from his face, how is he inferior to this shabby and dangerous man?!
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