Shuikou Village in Fujun Town is a village with a troop stationed deep in the mountains. In the middle of the night these days, the villagers in Shuikou Village can always hear the sound of trucks faintly. It is military trucks marching at night. The road at the entrance of the village passed.
After two o'clock in the morning, the villagers were all asleep, and they wouldn't get up when they heard it.
Even if someone wakes up, they will wait until no sound is heard before turning on the light.
The village chief said, whoever dares not to follow the rules, the roads built with the state's money will be dug and broken!
People, go straight to jail, don't think of it for the rest of your life!
Ye Jian had been awake for a long time. After listening to the sound of the military truck disappeared, she stood up from the bed with the headache, turned on the flashlight, and the light of the flashlight shone on the wall where the calendar was hung.
Turns out... I'm really not dreaming. Turns out, I can open my eyes again and look at the sun tomorrow.
It turns out that the blessings that life bestows on her and the arrangements that fate gives her are to grow up in tribulation and rebirth in the ashes, not to die so embarrassingly!
As time passed by, there was smoke in Shuikou Village at 6 o'clock in the morning, and the trees in the mountain village bathed in the morning sun were lush and green, and the water was gurgling.
Outside the window, the swallow flew to a stop on the wire and screamed happily.
The clear morning sun passed through the mist and fell softly, illuminating the flowers on the branch more densely.
The tender green buds and leaves hold the flowers, making the flowers on the branches more and more beautiful.
Once again, seeing the spring blossoms and the return of the swallows... it is already a completely different situation.
Ye Jian, who woke up in the middle of the night and didn't sleep anymore, narrowed her dark eyes when she looked at the chattering girl sitting by her bed.
The girl in front of her was born with red lips and white teeth. Her black hair was braided and she dangled slantingly from her shoulders.
The eyes are watery, like autumn waves, but the skin is darker, and there are small spots on both sides of the nose.
These two shortcomings are not shortcomings, she remembers that she did a lot of post-processing later.
This is Ye Ying, the source of all the misery in her previous life, the source of the unhappy life, even the embarrassment of death.
"I have an exam on Monday, so remember to help me. Also, I have brought back my school homework, so you can finish it for me quickly!" Ye Ying has a good life and has a good voice, just like Huang Yingniao. Tight.
The tone was full of imperatives, as if Ye Jian deserved to owe her.
Ye Jian held the quilt and watched Ye Ying finish talking, curled her lips, and smiled: "Ye Ying, long time no see."
Fourteen-year-old Ye Ying hasn't seen each other for a long time.
"What a long time no see! I saw it yesterday! You were stupid." Ye Ying, fourteen, looked at her cousin who was half a year older than herself, with a worried expression on her face: "You can't be stupid! So pretty, stupid. It's so stupid."
So smart and so silly, what about her homework!
Ye Jian’s eyebrows are curved, and the corners of her mouth show a very shallow and shallow smile, like a stream-like clear smile, “I’m going to be stupid, won’t you be worse? No one will help you with your homework, no one will give you the answer to the exam. No one helped you get into the rankings. Hey, think about it, how do I feel that you are worse?"
While admiring the changing look on Ye Ying's small face, Ye Jian said "Amitabha Buddha" in her heart. Sins, sins, it turned out to be such a good feeling to bully, how she hadn't noticed it before!
To return to the fourteenth self, you must cherish it!
"I'm really stupid! I still need you to help me with my homework?" I thought to myself, but Ye Jian said it out, and Ye Ying gritted his teeth with dissatisfaction.
Trying to resolve his embarrassment, after all, he is still young and lacking in skills, and his expression will inevitably be distorted.
Looking at her expression, Ye Jian felt that her withered heart seemed to be filled with blood, and her whole person was alive a lot.
Turning his head, his expression receded slightly, and the delicate eyebrows frowned without trimming, and they fell silent without immediately taking the words.