The life of Latent Wheat is very moist.
At school, she is considered the most unbalanced student under Lan Yifeng's iron-fist policy. The homework is done in ten minutes between classes, and the self-study classes are all unscrupulously painted. I drew chalk drawing textbooks, drew textbooks and painted brooms, painted brooms and painted blackboard erasers, stacked horizontally, vertically and diagonally, with different distances and heights, making it a joy to draw. In view of the decent academic performance, and the lack of noise and disturbance does not affect other people, Lan Yifeng is also happy to graze the cows and graze. When I handed in the math textbook, Qianmai never forget to attach a sketch homework at the bottom. When Tan Xiangyang received the workbook, he would put the cart before the horse and look at Qianmai's Tuya first.
Apart from being an occasional babysitter for Qian Xiaohai when he came home, he practiced calligraphy madly. Although his predecessor had no expertise, he was admitted as a secretarial major by an unscrupulous school that greatly expanded its enrollment in order to prepare for the construction of the art and sports building due to listening restrictions when applying for the secondary school. After three years, in addition to learning the knowledge of text proofreading, the others are all seemingly understandable.
But salt is not for free. When a master leads the introduction, whether brush writing or sketching, the speed of progress in the eyes of the grandfather of the potential family is shocking. This also strengthened the father's "strike training plan", so no matter how fast Qian Mai cannibalize the paper and pen, Grandpa Qian Jia doesn't even wrinkle his brows.
Since sharing hardships with Qianmai, Ruan Huihui, Sun Hongmei and others' relationship with Qianmai has also improved by leaps and bounds, and they will playfully and whisper to each other during class. Whenever there is something fun, it will pull up the hidden wheat. And Qianmai also enjoys this feeling of calling friends and acquaintances. Regardless of naivety or not, it is better to have a friend than to admire herself, be alone, and fight alone.
It is said that people who have shed tears will feel blue when they look at the sky. Indeed, after rebirth, Latent Wheat has always felt that the sky is so blue and high, and the water is so clear and sweet. The rooster crows every morning is nothing short of art. She even went to school in the cold winter breeze. She couldn’t help shouting: “It’s so cool. The wind."
In fact, life in the countryside is far from being as simple and beautiful as written by literati. Every day, just like everywhere in the world, joys and sorrows are staged. Whose old man fell ill and passed away, whose mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were fighting, whose man was stealing, whose daughter was eloped, and so on. It's just that Subconsciously, subconsciously repels not wanting to hear those gossip.
Life is full of regrets everywhere, she just wants to collect the glitter and happiness in her heart.
Yes, Qianmai's heart is so big, just a little bit, not so much. Compared with A Chun, she even felt that she was lucky in her previous life. At least she had a healthy father watching her silently behind her back. On such a winter night, listening to the wind blew through the courtyard, the plastic film on the wooden windows creaked and creaked. For the first time in two lifetimes, Qian Mai realized with hypocrisy that he would miss his father so much. I don’t know where my father, who walks the streets and alleys far away, travels across the mountains, where is the board and lodging at this moment? When my father was not at home, Nanjiang Village had a power outage again. In the cold moonlight at night, the wheat didn’t dare to look into the dark hall. The rat upstairs made her nervous when he moved. I was never scared when I was. Inadvertently, his father was so ubiquitously branded on the hearts of his children.
Of course, real life cannot be perfect. Every Sunday, Qianmai will pick up a bamboo basket to visit her sister in Luojia Village. Cui Lingling is also very happy to see Qianmai, and can play with it for a while from time to time. Qianmai is naturally not idiot enough to think that as long as she wants to get her sister back, she can get her sister back. The first priority is lack of money. She firmly believes that money is absolutely supreme in places where there are people.
But this supreme thing has never been with her. Every time I took the burden and went home, the money was collected by Qianjia's grandfather, the rice was paid by Qianliqin, and the bamboo basket of the wheat was all gone, and nothing was caught. Although she is a staunch atheist, she has been born again. How can this be explained? Meier Lan always sits in front of the window burning incense and reciting sutras all day long. She said that the Heart Sutra is the money used by the underworld. Now she burns some reserves for herself, and in the future, her children and grandchildren will also send her some family memorials on festivals, so the days when she has a wealth of money are just around the corner.
Gaga, Qianmai is depressed. Could it be that the children and grandchildren of the previous life, have forgotten to send themselves money