Chapter 127 Who the hell is setting him up?! (1/2)

That wail seemed to drain all the strength from Yu Siyuan's body.

After he finished crying, he stopped talking.

He simply straightened up silently, gripped the cold iron shovel tightly again, and, imitating the villagers next to him, dug into the ground, stroke by stroke.

The movements were clumsy, even somewhat laughable.

Each impact sent shivers down his spine, making his hands feel like they were about to split open.

But he seemed not to feel any pain; his fair face was frozen blue-purple, and his lips were bloodless.

Only those eyes, red from crying, were fixed on the black soil beneath their feet.

His quiet demeanor, without crying or making a fuss, was even more unsettling than his earlier wailing.

Yu Hao stood to the side, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with sand, dry and parched, unable to utter a single word.

Looking at his cousin like this, he couldn't help but turn back to look again.

In the distance, two hunched figures followed behind the cow, numbly picking something from the still-steaming pile of cow dung.

That was Professor Xu, the one who used to pontificate on the university podium in Beijing.

She was his gentle aunt who could play the piano beautifully.

In the blink of an eye, it has become like this.

Yu Hao's fearless and roguish spirit was shattered inch by inch by this cold reality.

For the first time, he truly understood the weight of Yan Yu's words.

—You are responsible for the people you bring down.

—If anything happens to Yu Siyuan here, I hope you can take responsibility.

He thought that "something happened" meant being beaten or getting sick.

I never imagined that just living, just doing these deadly farm chores, was a form of torture in itself.

Can he handle it?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that his hands were about to become useless.

The blisters on my palms had long since burst, and blood and tender flesh stuck to the rough wooden handle. If I exerted any more force, it would cause a piercing pain.

He fell silent, gritting his teeth, and poured all his emotions into the black earth beneath his feet.

clang!

clang!

One after another.

He thought that going to the countryside meant living a life of luxury and power with the boss.

The reality of going to the countryside is like being damned to a trial.

…………………………

While the field was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere inside the large warehouse, though also cold, was unusually warm.

In the basket in front of Ruan Tang, the bean pods were still only a shallow layer.

She had just finished her third fruit candy and was resting her chin on her hand, listening intently to the women chattering about everything from the birth of Old Wang's daughter-in-law's chubby baby boy to the meowing of the cat at Widow Li's house in the west at midnight. It was far more exciting than any story in a picture book.

She was listening intently when suddenly it went dark beside her.

A tall figure blocked the light coming in through the doorway.

Ruan Tang looked up and met Yan Yu's eyes.

The man still carried the chill of the outside air, but his face remained expressionless.

He carried a military water bottle and walked straight to Ruan Tang's side. Amidst the surprised or envious gazes of those around him, he naturally knelt down on one knee, his eyes level with hers.

"Have some water."

He unscrewed the cap and held the kettle to her lips.

Ruan Tang obediently drank two sips of warm brown sugar ginger tea from his hand.

Sweet and spicy, a warm current instantly slid into my stomach, dispelling all the chill.

"Why are you here?" she asked softly. "Have you finished your work?"

"Mm," Yan Yu replied.

He finished the work for the next two days all by himself and finished work early.

He didn't hear a word of the praise from the women around him.

He reached out and scooped up Ruan Tang's cold little hand, which was resting on her knee, and wrapped it entirely in his burning palm.