The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 61: Every Word a Pearl

Gu Jiaojiao took out the manuscript.

The handwriting on the manuscript was forceful and vigorous, even more impressive than the fountain pen script she had seen the first time.

He must have been writing casually last time. This was likely Leng Yuan’s true skill.

Gu Jiaojiao held the manuscript and started reading, checking for typos.

But as she read, she found herself completely drawn in.

Leng Yuan had written an article about future development. It was optimistic, and every line brimmed with a power that left its readers feeling the strength of its message—a reinforced conviction that sooner or later, sunlight would pierce through the darkness.

By the time she reached the end, she had completely forgotten to check for typos.

She had to go back and read it a second time. There wasn’t a single typo.

Looking at the manuscript in her hands, Gu Jiaojiao had to admit it was truly well-written.

’No wonder the newspaper selected it,’ she thought. ’The language is sharp, and every word is a gem. Even I, a modern person, have to applaud it.’

After reading through the entire piece, Gu Jiaojiao felt a surge of excitement.

Even though she already knew how the future would unfold, seeing Leng Yuan’s manuscript and his ideas made her current experiences feel incredibly profound.

Gu Jiaojiao set the manuscript down and only then realized it was already past six in the evening. A kerosene lamp was already lit in the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen and saw that the wild rabbits and the pheasant had been cleaned and set aside.

Gu Jiaojiao chopped up the pheasant. She planned to cure the two remaining rabbits and air-dry them to be eaten in the winter.

’I’m like a little hamster now,’ she thought, ’frantically hoarding food for the winter.’

The thought almost made her laugh. In her previous life, she had hated hoarding food.

It was so convenient to buy anything; if she needed something, she just bought it.

But here, seeing people go hungry with every meal, their faces sallow and gaunt, she too felt a sense of crisis.

You needed ration tickets to buy things here, and the food distributed was limited. If you wanted to eat your fill, you had to rely on stockpiling more food before the snow came.

Otherwise, once the heavy snow sealed the mountains, you couldn’t even get to the County Town.

So, she had to plan ahead.

While Gu Jiaojiao was preparing the pheasant, Leng Yuan wasn’t idle either. He asked her what side dishes were needed and began preparing them.

The two of them worked on their separate tasks, yet they moved with a perfect, unspoken understanding. The atmosphere gradually grew harmonious.

Viewed from a distance, it was a dark and rainy night. A single light glowed in the kitchen, where a woman bustled in front of a cutting board and a man worked diligently behind her.

Their elongated shadows overlapped, creating a warm and beautiful picture.

As Gu Jiaojiao chopped the chicken, she couldn’t help but bring up Leng Yuan’s manuscript.

When she mentioned some of the ideas within it, Gu Jiaojiao couldn’t help but praise him.

"You wrote it so well! I couldn’t help but read it twice. Not only is the writing excellent, but there isn’t a single typo."

Leng Yuan was a little surprised to hear this and asked, "What parts did you think were well-written?"

His article had been selected by the newspaper to boost morale, but many people felt it was just a means of placating and fooling the public.

That the light would never truly come.

Leng Yuan understood. When you were shrouded in darkness, how could you believe in the light?

But what surprised him was that Gu Jiaojiao also believed so firmly.

The way she spoke, it seemed she believed even more strongly than he did that the darkness would recede and the light would arrive.

Gu Jiaojiao didn’t overthink it. Without revealing too much, she expressed her own thoughts.

"I think these difficulties are only temporary. We’re bound to develop in the future; things can’t stay like this forever."

"Once the country recovers and truly begins to develop, all the policies will naturally change."

Gu Jiaojiao paused for a moment before continuing.

"For example, talent selection... maybe we’ll be able to go to university again?!"

Hearing Gu Jiaojiao’s ideas align so perfectly with his own, Leng Yuan broke into a heartfelt smile.

"You also think things won’t stay like this, that they’ll get better and better in the future?"

Gu Jiaojiao nodded.

"Of course. I believe it."