If Not Delighting in Things Can Be Called Non-Material Joy, Then Not Grieving for Oneself Is...

The sun set in the west, leaving only a red glow along the boundary between sky and earth.

A faint moonlight emerged, and the sky gradually turned dark blue.

Shen Wanyu stood at the observatory, looking up at the sky according to the script as she spoke about the history of Xingnan's astronomy program.

The male lead, Jiang Linyuan, merely nodded.

"Alright, the final scene is the male lead disappearing at the school gate. Let's continue tomorrow."

Jiang Linyuan plopped down on the ground without the slightest concern for his image.

He wasn't tired, but how could standing possibly be more comfortable than sitting?

Shen Wanyu lowered her head and rotated her ankle. It seemed that walking for nearly an entire day had exhausted the Department Head as well.

"Department Head, why don't you sit down too?"

Jiang Linyuan patted the ground beside him.

"No. It's too dirty."

Holding her bag, Shen Wanyu looked at him.

"The ground is covered in dust. Only people who don't care about hygiene would like sitting down directly on it."

"I'm washing my pants tonight anyway. A little dirt won't hurt."

Jiang Linyuan said indifferently.

"You're going to see Su Muzhi looking all grimy?"

Shen Wanyu looked down at the cross-legged Jiang Linyuan and asked.

"Little Su has known I'm a country boy for ages. A little dirt is fine."

The Department Head looked down on country folk too.

What was wrong with country folk? Us country folk had flourishing families, knew how to understand, and were even good at learning about other regions' cultures. For example, the pipes in the land of Qi and Lu were especially distinctive.

I liked them a lot.

"Jiang Linyuan, I don't even want to look at you anymore."

Shen Wanyu turned her back on Jiang Linyuan, leaving