Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

The setting sun, the last ray of dusk light enveloped the quiet village.

On the country road, people carrying hoes and buckets of water are walking home with tired steps, and the golden glow behind them casts a layer of golden light on them.

The once bustling educated youth site has become quiet. Since last year's college entrance examination, the few educated youth who stayed behind found ways to return to the city. Even those who could not return to the city left after this year's college entrance examination.

Zhang Jianguo rode his bike back to the Honghe Brigade. People on the passerby saw a large snakeskin bag tied to the back seat of his bicycle and couldn't help but look at him with envy.

"Jianguo, did Ji Zhiqing send you something again?"

Zhang Jianguo smiled, said nothing, stepped on the bicycle hard, and sped away.

Those who stayed behind were whispering to each other.

"Their family made a great profit by marrying into the family. Ji Zhiqing sends them gifts every now and then. Even though the Zhang family is in poverty, they still live a more comfortable life than we do."

"Who says it's not true? Zhang Jianguo is just lucky." His tone was indescribably sour.

Zhang Jianguo parked his bicycle in the corner and walked into the main room carrying the bag.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen. Secretary Zhang was sitting on the doorstep smoking a pipe and casually watching the four children playing in the yard.

When the four children saw Zhang Jianguo coming back, they all surrounded him and called him dad. The two younger boys, who looked exactly the same, with chubby heads, were pulling up Zhang Jianguo’s trouser legs and trying hard to stand up.

"Dad, Daddy!"

"Be careful not to fall." Zhang Jianguo had no choice but to pick up the two children, one in each hand, and gave the eldest daughter, Ni'er, a piece of peanut candy, and asked her to take her younger sister to share the candy.

Zhang Jianguo put the bag in the main room, sat on the doorstep with his two sons and father in his arms, and looked at his father with a frown.

"The doctor told you not to smoke, why are you smoking again?"

Secretary Zhang took a sip of his food slowly, but before he could say anything, Niu Guixiang, who came out of the kitchen to serve the dishes, answered for him.

"Your dad had a craving for cigarettes, so he rolled a piece of paper to satisfy his craving."

Zhang Jianguo couldn't help but take a closer look, and was relieved when he found that it was indeed a blank piece of paper.

Secretary Zhang had been coughing for two months, so Zhang Jianguo took him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said it was an early stage.

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The setting sun, the last ray of dusk light enveloped the quiet village.

On the country road, people carrying hoes and buckets of water are walking home with tired steps, and the golden glow behind them casts a layer of golden light on them.

The once bustling educated youth site has become quiet. Since last year's college entrance examination, the few educated youth who stayed behind found ways to return to the city. Even those who could not return to the city left after this year's college entrance examination.

Zhang Jianguo rode his bike back to the Honghe Brigade. People on the passerby saw a large snakeskin bag tied to the back seat of his bicycle and couldn't help but look at him with envy.

"Jianguo, did Ji Zhiqing send you something again?"

Zhang Jianguo smiled, said nothing, stepped on the bicycle hard, and sped away.

Those who stayed behind were whispering to each other.

"Their family made a great profit by marrying into the family. Ji Zhiqing sends them gifts every now and then. Even though the Zhang family is in poverty, they still live a more comfortable life than we do."

"Who says it's not true? Zhang Jianguo is just lucky." His tone was indescribably sour.

Zhang Jianguo parked his bicycle in the corner and walked into the main room carrying the bag.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen. Secretary Zhang was sitting on the doorstep smoking a pipe and casually watching the four children playing in the yard.

When the four children saw Zhang Jianguo coming back, they all surrounded him and called him dad. The two younger boys, who looked exactly the same, with chubby heads, were pulling up Zhang Jianguo’s trouser legs and trying hard to stand up.

"Dad, Daddy!"

"Be careful not to fall." Zhang Jianguo had no choice but to pick up the two children, one in each hand, and gave the eldest daughter, Ni'er, a piece of peanut candy, and asked her to take her younger sister to share the candy.

Zhang Jianguo put the bag in the main room, sat on the doorstep with his two sons and father in his arms, and looked at his father with a frown.

"The doctor told you not to smoke, why are you smoking again?"

Secretary Zhang took a sip of his food slowly, but before he could say anything, Niu Guixiang, who came out of the kitchen to serve the dishes, answered for him.

"Your dad had a craving for cigarettes, so he rolled a piece of paper to satisfy his craving."

Zhang Jianguo couldn't help but take a closer look, and was relieved when he found that it was indeed a blank piece of paper.

Secretary Zhang had been coughing for two months, so Zhang Jianguo took him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said it was an early stage.

The setting sun, the last ray of dusk light enveloped the quiet village.

On the country road, people carrying hoes and buckets of water are walking home with tired steps, and the golden glow behind them casts a layer of golden light on them.

The once bustling educated youth site has become quiet. Since last year's college entrance examination, the few educated youth who stayed behind found ways to return to the city. Even those who could not return to the city left after this year's college entrance examination.

Zhang Jianguo rode his bike back to the Honghe Brigade. People on the passerby saw a large snakeskin bag tied to the back seat of his bicycle and couldn't help but look at him with envy.

"Jianguo, did Ji Zhiqing send you something again?"

Zhang Jianguo smiled, said nothing, stepped on the bicycle hard, and sped away.

Those who stayed behind were whispering to each other.

"Their family made a great profit by marrying into the family. Ji Zhiqing sends them gifts every now and then. Even though the Zhang family is in poverty, they still live a more comfortable life than we do."

"Who says it's not true? Zhang Jianguo is just lucky." His tone was indescribably sour.

Zhang Jianguo parked his bicycle in the corner and walked into the main room carrying the bag.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen. Secretary Zhang was sitting on the doorstep smoking a pipe and casually watching the four children playing in the yard.

When the four children saw Zhang Jianguo coming back, they all surrounded him and called him dad. The two younger boys, who looked exactly the same, with chubby heads, were pulling up Zhang Jianguo’s trouser legs and trying hard to stand up.

"Dad, Daddy!"

"Be careful not to fall." Zhang Jianguo had no choice but to pick up the two children, one in each hand, and gave the eldest daughter, Ni'er, a piece of peanut candy, and asked her to take her younger sister to share the candy.

Zhang Jianguo put the bag in the main room, sat on the doorstep with his two sons and father in his arms, and looked at his father with a frown.

"The doctor told you not to smoke, why are you smoking again?"

Secretary Zhang took a sip of his food slowly, but before he could say anything, Niu Guixiang, who came out of the kitchen to serve the dishes, answered for him.

"Your dad had a craving for cigarettes, so he rolled a piece of paper to satisfy his craving."

Zhang Jianguo couldn't help but take a closer look, and was relieved when he found that it was indeed a blank piece of paper.

Secretary Zhang had been coughing for two months, so Zhang Jianguo took him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said it was an early stage.

The setting sun, the last ray of dusk light enveloped the quiet village.

On the country road, people carrying hoes and buckets of water are walking home with tired steps, and the golden glow behind them casts a layer of golden light on them.

The once bustling educated youth site has become quiet. Since last year's college entrance examination, the few educated youth who stayed behind found ways to return to the city. Even those who could not return to the city left after this year's college entrance examination.

Zhang Jianguo rode his bike back to the Honghe Brigade. People on the passerby saw a large snakeskin bag tied to the back seat of his bicycle and couldn't help but look at him with envy.