"You actually know to be afraid of me being angry!" Xu Qinghuan pushed him away slightly, pinched his cheeks, and said, "Then tell me, do you also think in your heart that I'm an educated youth who will eventually return to the city?"
Jiang Xingye didn't want to lie to her. Although his heart ached, he still replied, "When you return to the city, I'll see you off."
"What about you?" Xu Qinghuan felt speechless. This man, clearly so proud at heart, but always humbles himself like dust in front of her, "Aren't you going to follow me to the city?"
Of course, Jiang Xingye wanted to. He replied with extreme uncertainty, "Can I go?"
The city now is different from the future. City folks have commercial grain household registration, which gives them twenty-seven pounds of food each month. Though it wasn't enough to satisfy hunger, it was enough to survive.
