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Jiang Jiayuan laughed out loud when he heard it. "It's just talk, who can't say it?"

"The question is, can you do it?" Jiang Jiayuan sneered, "Can you do it?"

"It's simply a fantasy." Jiang Jiayuan said and then looked at He Jing's reaction.

He thought that such simple words were just for the sake of sounding nice and were of no use at all.

There is absolutely no way He Jing could believe it.

However, when Jiang Jiayuan saw He Jing's expression, he was stunned and frowned in disbelief.

The last time, by the river in town, He Jing and Zhou Qian’an talked about this once.

At that time, He Jing and Jiang Jiayuan had similar ideas. Such nice words must have been easy to say.

But it is difficult to do.

He Jing thought Zhou Qi'an would forget it.

But I never thought that he still remembered it, and spoke it so... so beautifully.

Zhou Qi'an didn't care at all what Jiang Jiayuan thought of him. There was only one person he cared about, and that was He Jing.

He looked at her, licked his lips, and felt how intense the attention from all around him was, but his gaze was still fixed on He Jing.

"I know everything I say now is empty talk, but this is all I can say."

"He Jing, do you believe it?"

"Believe it." He Jing hadn't even considered it.

Jiang Jiayuan went crazy, "He Jing!"

"You're crazy!" Jiang Jiayuan couldn't understand.

He Jing glanced at Zhou Qian'an, then turned to look at Jiang Jiayuan, "Can you say what Zhou Qian'an said?"

"No, you can't." He Jing shook her head and said confidently, "Jiang Jiayuan, we can be considered to have grown up together. Although we don't have much in common, I can tell you what kind of person you are and what kind of person I am from what others say."

"How do you and I look like in the eyes of your friends, classmates, teachers, parents and relatives?"

"I think you and I are very clear about this." He Jing finished speaking in one breath, paused, and took a deep breath. "You want me to go back, ask yourself, is it really for me?"

"No, you just did it for yourself. You thought you did a good thing."

"No matter what I do in the future, as long as it doesn't conform to your ideas, you will use it to pressure me and make me obey your ideas."

"Jiang Jiayuan, I'm not a doll in your hands, I'm a human being." After He Jing finished speaking, she felt a lot more relaxed.

"You're talking nonsense." Jiang Jiayuan was unwilling to admit it, and he wouldn't admit it.

"Everything I say and do is for your own good."

"How do you know that what you do is good for her?" Zhou Qian snorted, "You are not her, how do you know what is good and what is bad?"

"Even though I'm uneducated, I know that I should respect her choice. You've been studying for so many years, and I don't know what you've read." This was the first time Zhou Qian'an said so many words.

The onlookers found it strange and started discussing it quietly.

"Why does Zhou Qi'an speak so one sentence at a time?"

"Are you talking to someone?"

"He Jing is so educated, if Zhou Qi'an doesn't learn from her, can they continue to be together?"

The villagers' voices were low and few were paying attention.

He Jing has good hearing and can hear it, so she looked over subconsciously.

The villagers were right, Zhou Qian'an really worked hard.

I found the textbooks from the scrap yard, covering courses from elementary school to junior high school. In the past month, I have completed all the elementary school courses.

The handwriting changed from crooked to neat.

There is no peak in his strokes yet, but it is not difficult to see that he is a very well-behaved and honest person.

What I like to do is to be down-to-earth and take things one step at a time.

In addition, in terms of arithmetic, Zhou Qian'an is a pig farmer, and he seems to have naturally good arithmetic skills. He can know the answer to a not-so-difficult arithmetic problem at a glance.

Zhou Qian was proud of this for a long time.

He Jing didn't know what to say.

Apart from Chinese and mathematics, Zhou Qian'an's English is his worst. He can recognize the 26 letters of the alphabet separately, but he doesn't know how to pronounce them when they are combined.

But in order to learn well, he would bring his copied vocabulary notebook with him to the pig farm, and when he had nothing to do, he would take it out and read it.

Last time, whenever He Jing went over, Lao Yang would complain, saying that her head was full of nonsense and he couldn't understand what she was saying.

In fact, Lao Yang can also speak simple words, such as hello, OK, no problem and other English words.

Therefore, He Jing believed that Zhou Qian'an could do what he said, and it was definitely not just empty talk.

When He Jing looked at Jiang Jiayuan again, there was no emotion in her eyes. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, a stranger who was hindering her life.

Jiang Jiayuan suddenly felt very frustrated, and also felt that He Jing was too stubborn. She couldn't let go of the past and would only gradually go towards destruction.

"Okay." Jiang Jiayuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Since it's your choice, I won't care about you anymore."

"Even if you beg me to speak for you in the future, I will ignore you."

Jiang Jiayuan originally wanted to turn around and leave gracefully.

But He Jing answered quickly, "You will never have this opportunity."

He choked, became even more angry, and snorted, "That's great."

This time, Jiang Jiayuan really left.

His steps were hurried and his back looked a little lonely.

He Jing didn't even look at it. She lowered her head, gripped the wooden handle of the hoe, and was about to continue hoeing the ground.

Zhou Qi'an took over and said, "I'll take care of the rest. You take a rest."

"How can this be possible?" He Jing disagreed.

Zhou Qian grinned and raised his chin, "Just give me a chance to perform."

"He Jing, it's natural for a man to love a woman, just let him do it."

"That's right. Men are stronger than women. They should do more."

Everyone in the village has offered to help, and if He Jing still doesn't agree, it would be very disrespectful.

"Okay." He Jing let go.

There isn't much space left anyway.

According to Zhou Qian'an's physical strength, it would only take five minutes.

He Jing went to rest aside.

There were also several women from the village. They were all married. Some of their children were able to get married, some were able to go on blind dates, and some even had youngest sons who were old enough to help with cooking.

At first glance, they saw that Zhou Qian was still wearing a vest, a vest that had turned yellow.

His muscles were strong and dark, with such perfect lines that one couldn't take their eyes off him.

The women took a look, exclaimed, and looked at He Jing meaningfully.

"You will enjoy happiness after you get married."

He Jing knew what they were talking about. That kind of thing would not bring her any happiness at all.

There is only endless pain.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, pretending not to understand what they were talking about, "Zhou Qi'an is a very nice person."