As the only educated youth in the neighboring eight villages who could stably earn ten points every day, Sister Lan had every reason to be proud and arrogant.
So...
"So, should we really not try to persuade her?"
"Sure, go ahead and persuade her. You go first, and I'll follow."
"..."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely carve all the truths you've spoken onto your gravestone, for posterity to admire."
"..."
By the window, two locust tree branches that should not have been there at all were sticking out, and behind the green leaves, two pairs of eyes were hiding.
Wang Shumei did not want a gravestone, not at all.
She sighed, slid down along the wall, tossed aside the branches, turned around, and sat down at the base of the wall. Making sure she wouldn't be seen, she finally said, "But this isn't right, right? Of course, what I'm really worried about is that the comrades at the newspaper will suffer innocently."
