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He Dong frowned when he met Shen Qing'an's smug look, but he said nothing. He just picked up his tools and buckets and prepared to leave.

As soon as He Dong left, the educated youth present did not speak, and it seemed that they did not want to be with He Dong.

He Fengjiao looked at He Dong's lonely back, and her heart suddenly tightened.

Then she broke away from Zhang Hongyu's arm and said, "I'm not going to pick the red bayberries. I'm going to turn the soil with He Dong."

Zhang Hongyu looked at He Fengjiao putting away her hoe hat and said angrily, "Jiaojiao!"

She walked up to He Fengjiao and pulled her, whispering, "Actually, I came to see you on purpose. I haven't seen you all day at work. I thought you were going somewhere, but who knew that Shen Zhiqing said you and He Dong came here to plant sweet potatoes. "

Zhang Hongyu glanced at He Dong's back, not hiding the contempt in her eyes, and said worriedly: "Jiaojiao, you too, a girl, how can you come to this remote place with He Dong, and you are not afraid..." Zhang Hongyu didn't say the second half of the sentence, but He Fengjiao also guessed what it would be.

"Besides, who is this He Dong? He was sent down by the organization for labor reform! Why don't you grow up a little more careful?"

He Fengjiao felt very uncomfortable listening to Zhang Hongyu's words, but Zhang Hongyu's starting point was for her good. At least she didn't call He Dong a member of the five black categories, which was the most polite.

Although still full of prejudice.

He Fengjiao smiled and said: "We are all here to work, there are not as many strange things as you think. You can see that these lands were turned over by He Dong alone, and his mind is on this land. Don't be so prejudiced against him."

Zhang Hongyu paused, looked at the neatly arranged plots of land, and was a little hesitant, but the prejudice would not disappear so quickly.

"Well, you should be careful anyway."

He Fengjiao said vaguely: "Well, I know."

Zhang Hongyu asked: "Then do you still want to follow He Dong to turn the soil?"

"Yes, why not? It's still early now. And just now, He Dong turned the sweet potato field alone, I should help him back." He Fengjiao said again: "You go pick the mulberry, don't worry about me."

Anyway, except for Zhang Hongyu, she is more familiar with the other educated youths, not to mention that there is one Shen Qingan among them.

She can't avoid it.

Zhang Hongyu was depressed. Isn't it the same as not saying it? Let her be careful, turn around and follow He Dong to turn the soil, hey.

Zhang Hongyu sighed: "Then I'll go with you guys, so you don't have to be alone with He Dong."

He Fengjiao: ???

Actually, I just want to be alone with He Dong...

But she couldn't say it directly. Zhang Hongyu probably thought that she was already fascinated by He Dong.

He Fengjiao refused: "No, you have already done your job. You can go pick berries while you have time."

Zhang Hongyu: "It's okay. There's no rush to go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. There are plenty of them anyway."

These days, no one is full. Berries are sour and help digestion. No one likes them.

Besides, she wanted to see if He Dong was reliable and whether he had any plans for He Fengjiao.

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