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A wall poster that is three meters long and two meters high, painted white, would take one person more than half an hour to complete.

He Jing didn't do anything, just supported the chair from below.

When the villagers passing by saw it, they all looked at it a few more times, and some even made a few jokes.

Zhou Qian'an openly admitted that he was interested in He Jing and was pursuing her.

Instead, He Jing felt embarrassed.

Zhou Qian saw it and smiled, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Just accept it openly."

He Jing looked up at him, her eyes clear and serious, "If I don't accept you in the end, how will the villagers see me?"

"Have you ever thought about this question?"

Zhou Qian was silent.

"You are a man, you can pursue me openly, but I am a woman." The situations of the two people are different.

Zhou Qi'an was silent for a long time. "I haven't read much, I just know that if you like someone, you have to treat her well."

"I really haven't thought about the situation you mentioned."

"But now that you've brought it up, I also want to know, what should I do?"

He Jing didn’t know either. In her previous life, she was passive and was pushed forward.

Even if she was reborn and lived a few more decades, she would still be herself, and there wouldn't be much change.

He Jing pursed her lips and did not answer.

Zhou Qian saw it and grinned, "I don't know, and you don't know either, so let it be."

"Besides, the situation you described will definitely not happen." Zhou Qianan was still very confident in himself, "In the end, you will definitely be willing to marry me."

He Jing turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

The walls have been painted, and the next step is to wait for the paint to dry before you can write on it.

It's noon now, and it's time to go back and rest.

After Zhou Qianan packed up, he glanced down at her and said, "I'll put the things away, you just go home."

"I'll be at work at 2:30 this afternoon, come back then."

He Jing raised her eyes when she heard that, "You're coming too?"

"I have a new task this afternoon, and I can come over after I finish it." Zhou Qian'an answered truthfully.

But he added, "If you want me to come, I can skip it."

"..." He Jing didn't mean that, and didn't want him to come over.

Zhou Qi'an knew it, of course, but he couldn't help but want to tease her, "I'm just saying."

"Just listen to it."

"I know." He Jing didn't let him get everything, she also helped carry two buckets.

Zhou Qianan carried a chair in one hand and the largest bucket in the other, and walked beside her. "My mother said that the fried radish you made is delicious."

“I want to know how it’s done.”

"It's very simple." Stir-fried dried radish is not a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. He Jing doesn't need to hide it. She will tell anyone who asks.

Zhou Qi'an nodded as he listened, "Okay, I'll give it a try when I get back."

"Can you cook?" He Jing hesitated. The men in the He family would help but would not enter the kitchen.

This seems to be the tacit understanding in the family.

Zhou Qi'an knew what she meant as soon as he heard it, and raised his eyebrows slightly proudly, "Of course."

"My father passed away early, and there were no other adults at home. My mother worked in the fields, so I stayed at home to cook."

It was only in recent years that Chen Fanglan stopped him from doing kitchen work.

He Jing nodded. Children from poor families have to grow up early, there is nothing that can be done about it.

"What about you?" Zhou Qian was curious, "When did you start going into the kitchen to cook?"

He Jing tilted her head and thought seriously. In her previous life, the He family's parents were very kind to her. It was not until she was twelve years old that Xie Rong let her help with washing vegetables and cooking.

But no more work is allowed.

He Jing didn't start cooking until she was fifteen years old. It was also from that time that the He couple realized how good her cooking skills were.

Then I asked her to cook more and often invite the family to our home for dinner.

Xie Rong also told her that if you want to catch a man, you must first catch his stomach.

He Jing believed it at that time and was very serious every time she cooked.

But what's the use?

When He Fangfang came back, he changed his mind.

He Jing lowered her eyes and laughed at herself, "Probably in her teens."

“I don’t remember the details.”

Zhou Qianan glanced over, and the corners of his mouth that were originally raised slowly pursed down, but he still answered in a very relaxed tone, "Are all the children in the city like this? That's really relaxed and comfortable."

"In our village, children as young as two or three have to help."

Without waiting for He Jing to speak, Zhou Qi'an continued, "I started working in the fields with a hoe when I was two years old."

Life was hard in the past, and Zhou Qian had never told anyone about it. But in front of He Jing, he just wanted to tell her and let her know everything about himself.

then……

Zhou Qian also wanted to know her past.

“What were you doing when you were two?”

"Play in the mud."

"Three years old?"

"Play in the mud."

"Four years old?"

"Play in the mud."

Zhou Qi was silent for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Have you been playing in the mud since your childhood?"

No happiness at all?

Seeing that he really believed it, He Jing rolled her eyes and said, "No, when I was little, I spent most of my time reading, drawing, and practicing calligraphy. I didn't have time to play at all."

Xie Rong said that only in this way could she be worthy of that person.

So what if I'm worthy of him?

More than ten years of friendship is not as good as meeting He Fangfang for the first time.

He Jing's lips tightened subconsciously, and her expression couldn't help but look ugly.

"Then what do you say about playing in the mud?" Zhou Qian'an frowned.

He Jing saw that they were about to reach the door of her house, so she stopped and looked up at him, "I feel very bored."

"I don't want to know why you want to talk about your childhood."

"I don't want to know what happened to you as a child."

Zhou Qian was silent, his dark eyes staring at her.

Meeting his eyes, He Jing suddenly felt flustered. She instinctively clenched her palms and continued, "I wanted to say it before, but out of politeness, I didn't say it."

"I understand." Zhou Qian'an sent her to the door, without saying another word, turned around and went back silently.

He Jing stood at the door, took a look, then turned and went into the house.

After the door closed, Zhou Qian looked back with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Inside the house, He Jing took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

She didn't know why, but she just wanted to say something so sad and upset, and wanted to drive Zhou Qian'an away from her.

But why couldn't she be happy?

-

In the afternoon, Zhou Qian'an did not come to write the big characters for the propaganda poster.

He Jing couldn't help but look at the people coming and going several times, but none of them was him.

This feeling is really strange. She was the one who drove him away, but she was still thinking that he would come back.

He Jing shook her head, asking herself not to think too much and to complete the task seriously.

Just a few big characters, no draft needed, He Jing finished it before the end of work.

When He Jijun came to check on him, he couldn't stop smiling and praised me several times.

The director of the Women's Federation also came. No matter how reluctant she looked, she couldn't help but smile when she saw the words.

He Jing curled her lips, listening to their praises, but she didn't feel very happy in her heart.

She looked at the white wall quietly, her thoughts a tangled mess that she couldn't sort out.