Wang Dong, looking dispirited and listless, took Sie Yufei to see Accountant Zhao to get a sickle and then led him back dragging his feet.
Seeing his demeanor like a child whose father had died and whose mother had remarried, Sie Yufei couldn't help but suspect that Wang Dong's sweetheart had run off with someone else.
Youngest Master Sie, still quite kind-hearted, didn't ask directly. Instead, he patted Wang Dong on the shoulder and said, "Brother, the road stretches forward, and one must look ahead."
Wang Dong: "..."
He didn't want to go or look; all he wanted was his little bamboo pole.
Wang Dong sighed as he stepped into the Educated Youth Corps, intending to continue his efforts to save his beloved pole.
The sound of sharpening knives still floated through the courtyard.
Wang Dong paid no attention to them and went straight to his little corner to pick up his little bamboo pole...
Hmm?
Hmm?
Wang Dong held the bamboo pole and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
