The host is no longer a human today.

Shen Zuixue didn't chat with Yan Changsui for too long and hurried back to the fields.

He worked as a technician in the Guangping Brigade. Because he could understand the instructions and knew how to operate the machine, the brigade leader gave him this specialized job.

However, machine problems are rare cases after all. If he was idle every day, not only the educated youth, but even the villagers in the brigade would not be happy.

So he still needs to go to work when he is free. Although he often pretends to be sick and does not come, he still has to pretend to come occasionally.

Once he arrives, he will get the work points for the day, and even if he works slowly, he will finish his work.

So, when Shen Jinghe secretly came to the edge of the field, what he saw was Shen Zuixue concentrating on tilling the land. The sunlight gave the young man a layer of gold, as if a filter, making him look gentle and quiet.

Shen Jinghe looked at her blankly, his eyes gradually turning red. When he left home, Shen Zuixue was only five years old. She was white and chubby, like a little milk bag, and extremely cute.

Although he was a little spoiled, he really couldn't get angry with his precious son. He just felt that he was no worse than other people's little girls.

Very thoughtful.

When he left, the little guy held his legs and refused to leave with his mother, crying and asking for his daddy, but in the end he was cruelly abandoned.

He had never seen Axue since that time. Now that they met again, the little spoiled girl who used to act coquettishly at every turn was now able to work in the fields herself, and her baby fat was gone.

He looked very gentle, just like what he imagined his son would look like when he grew up.

But he stood here and didn't dare to take another step forward. He didn't dare to recognize him. Besides not wanting to bring trouble to his son, there was another reason: he just didn't dare.

He didn't dare to hope that after he had been away for so many years, his beloved son would still recognize him as his father...

Shen Zuixue finished the last tail and then stretched.

The farmer is indeed one of the most admirable people in the world. He feels that his waist is about to break.

This is something he does occasionally. If he is really asked to be a down-to-earth, hardworking and willing farmer, I am afraid that he will go directly into the world of punishment.

Shen Zuixue paused and subconsciously looked back, only to see a person standing on the ridge of the field.

The man looked to be in his fifties. He was standing stiffly there, staring at him blankly.

The man's clothes were shabby but neat, and he had an erudite air. He obviously could not be a villager from Guangping Brigade. In that case, he could only be the two intellectuals who had been sent down to the countryside.

Shen Zuixue raised her eyebrows, guessing something in her mind, but she showed no sign of it on her face.

Shen Jinghe met Shen Zuixue's gaze, and his heart was in his throat. He hoped that Shen Zuixue would recognize him, but he was afraid that he would recognize him.

His conflicting emotions made him forget what to do for a moment. He just stood there stupidly and let Shen Zuixue look at him.

"Comrade, is there anything I can help you with?" Shen Zuixue's voice sounded beside his ear. Shen Jinghe then realized that Shen Zuixue had walked to his side without him noticing.

"No, nothing." Shen Jinghe lowered his head subconsciously, trying to avoid Shen Zuixue's sight. He didn't recognize him, which made him relieved, but also felt disappointed.

"Um, nothing. I'm leaving first." Shen Jinghe's tongue was tied due to nervousness. The once confident and cheerful man no longer had the vigor and vitality he once had after all these years of ups and downs.