The days devoted to study always go by too fast.
In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since the first snow.
In the winter of Wilderness Star, the snow stopped, and the surrounding area was covered with a thick layer of white.
Fortunately, at the end of autumn, Song Shiyue took the trouble to strengthen the house and build a corridor between the houses. Otherwise, they would have to hold umbrellas to come and go in the camp for most of the winter, which would be very troublesome.
After a month of learning with quality and quantity, Song Shiyue dare not say how much he has improved, at least he stepped in from outside the circle.
But maybe it's because of the filter. Whether it's Yu Nianbing, Zhuang Jiachuan, or Ning Chuyang, they always praise her first and encourage her second. As for the suggestions for corrections, they are soft-spoken. The teacher is a good teacher, but it has nothing to do with the strict teacher.
Fortunately, Song Shiyue is not a person whose bones will become lighter after a few compliments. In order not to be beaten by the society after going out, Song Shiyue can only be in front of teachers who seem to have put on a "bang bang bang" filter. , the self-requirements became stricter.
She did not forget to hone her acting skills in a difficult environment for survival, and she had to pressurize herself in a relaxed learning atmosphere. She still worked so hard when she clearly did not know when she would return to a civilized society. The audience set a new benchmark of hard work and dedication.
From bringing goods, to taking lessons, to cleaning up the social idleness...
The program "Journey into the Wild" has brought too many surprises and surprises to the outside world.
Of course, Song Shiyue, who is now studying hard and preparing to go out to make money, doesn't know what kind of chain effect her efforts have caused.
However, these days Song Shiyue obviously felt that the course was a little looser than before.
In the past, no matter morning or evening, it was three to one, but these days, sometimes there are two teachers, sometimes only one. The question is that I have been training for a month with quality and quantity, and there must be a degree of relaxation.
This made some sense at first, but when Song Shiyue looked back and thought about it, why did he feel that this piece of relaxation should be used on himself. How could it be to reduce teachers instead of reducing class hours
However, the number of teachers appearing at the same time has decreased, and the original fast-paced class has indeed slowed down a bit, which can be regarded as... a degree of relaxation
No matter how loose it is, Song Shiyue will be trapped by a teacher in the classroom, but Song Shiyue doesn't know that the relaxation is just an excuse from the beginning.
The snow fell very heavily that day. There is only one Ning Chuyang in the whole day's class.
The two had a day's class, and they were a little tired in the evening, so they simply rested for a while, leaned on the edge of the kang and chatted. After chatting for a few words, Song Shiyue sat up again, and said, "Since today is over early, why don't you go and help with the cooking in the kitchen. I have been in class this month, and I don't have much chance to help in the kitchen."
What kind of help in the kitchen is nothing more than wanting to mix with Yu Nianbing's side! Ning Chuyang can see clearly and think clearly, but it's a pity...
"What's the end? It's just a short rest! Did you understand the period of pondering just now? After pondering, let's face each other once." Ning Chuyang turned over and sat upright again, reached out and knocked on the newly edited textbook beside Song Shiyue's hand.
"Just the two of us..." Song Shiyue muttered, and couldn't help but look at the door again.
In the past few days, the teachers took turns to rest, but Song Shiyue secretly calculated that Yu Nianbing had the most rest!
So much so that Song Shiyue began to suspect that the words that Yu Nianbing praised herself in class before were all nonsense. In fact, children cannot be taught, and rotten wood cannot be carved. Yu Nianbing has been tired of teaching himself such a fool for a long time, and finally endured it for a month and couldn't help but began to retreat. Reduce the class hours first, then slowly withdraw...
He didn't come during class, and he was about to fall asleep after class. The two of them spent less and less time together these days. It's no wonder that Song Shiyue had some free space at the moment, so she wanted to go to the kitchen.
Ning Chuyang could understand and sympathize.
but…
"What's wrong with just the two of us? Didn't you just let me teach at the beginning? Later, I advised you to bring Mr. Yu and Mr. Zhuang together, and you still glared at me." Ning Chuyang pretended not to see Song Shiyue The helpless and pitiful weakling who didn't know whether it was pretending or showing his true feelings, just glanced at him twice, then turned his back and yawned a little.
Hey, 1v1 teaching is tiring. Fortunately, today is the last day.
Song Shiyue, who seriously started reading the manuscript and preparing for the play, had no idea that Ning Chuyang next to him had already started to lose his mind, thinking about skipping work and getting more sleep tomorrow morning.
Ning Chuyang tapped on the textbook in her hand again, "Are you coming?"
"Let me take a look..." Song Shiyue slowly picked up the textbook, and continued to read a small exercise that was assigned next.
Learning is for more together, closer distance!
Song Shiyue murmured silently in her heart, and then slowly, chicken blood was injected, and her eyes on the textbooks returned to her usual focus.
During dinner, Song Shiyue caught sight of Yu Nianbing, and was arrested and sent to class after dinner. Zhuang Jiachuan also came to the evening class, but even though Song Shiyue was about to stare through the door, Yu Nianbing didn't see Yu Nianbing push the door in.
Hey... I can only rely on myself to beat myself up and barely survive.
Things in the world, after moving in one direction for a long time, will always encounter an inflection point.
And Song Shiyue's emotions, which could only be barely sustained by self-sufficiency, ushered in its turning point the next morning.
Early in the morning, Song Shiyue was awakened by a strong fragrance. He opened his eyes in a daze, and when he smelled it carefully, he knew that the kitchen had stewed broth.
It is so rich, it is estimated that there are more than one ingredients in the pot, but it is a bit like the taste of mixing fish soup and mutton soup when eating a pot before to make a fresh character.
I had a premonition that today's breakfast would be great, at least it made Song Shiyue regain a little bit of energy when he saw the emptiness next to him early in the morning.
Song Shiyue's nose is still good, and the soup for breakfast is indeed a mixture of fish and sheep.
But she really didn't think of anything other than soup.
In the big and tall soup bowl, there is a rich soup sprinkled with chopped green onions, milky and white, and you can faintly see the bottom ones coiled up one by one...
Noodle
Yu Nianbing personally picked out one end of the noodles for Song Shiyue.
The hand-rolled noodles are a whole piece, and I was specially told not to bite them in the middle.
Longevity noodles
Song Shiyue took the chopsticks, and under the attack of the fragrant noodles in high soup, she didn't rush to eat them. Instead, she immersed herself in the memories of the original owner that she hadn't read for a long time.
Well... Really...
birthday...
Because I am afraid that the noodles will be easily broken if the ingredients are put in, this bowl of noodles is a bowl of smooth noodles.
The side dishes, Yu Nianbing, were served in separate bowls and plates.
Stewed sliced mutton soaked in the soup, cooked sweet and salty smoked fish in the oil pan, soaked fungus mushroom bamboo shoots mixed with wild vegetables and stir-fried mixed vegetables, and you can see a few slices of mixed vegetables in it sausage. In addition, a box of canned luncheon meat was opened, and slices of fried luncheon meat were neatly arranged in a row, and the golden color was very attractive.
Two pickled salted goose eggs were cut into another plate, and the oil from the deep golden egg yolk moistened to the bottom of the plate next to it.
Such a heads-up is also very luxurious.
There is only one long noodle in the longevity noodle bowl, and it cannot be bitten off, so there is no need for these. However, Yu Nianbing rolled out some ordinary noodles, which can be scooped up in a while, and it's just right to eat with these.
Song Shiyue looked at the luxurious breakfast in front of her, but her heart was mixed with joy and sigh.
This is the original body's birthday... but... not her own. But Yu Nianbing's intentions are... but it should be for himself... right
For some reason, Song Shiyue's mind was suddenly in a trance, as if she suddenly began to feel that the happiness and friendship at this time seemed to be... stolen. Maybe some days are too good, so good that I have forgotten and neglected too much, and when I think of it suddenly, it is inevitable that I will worry about gains and losses.
The noodles made by Yu Nianbing are delicious.
The noodles are chewy and elastic, full of the taste of fresh soup, even if you just eat noodles, you won’t feel bland.
Song Shiyue obediently swallowed the whole stick of longevity noodles that took up more than half of the bowl, then glanced at Yu Nianbing, who was smiling with satisfaction, and took the poached egg hidden under the noodles. Pick it up and eat.
Then you can eat normal noodles with a table full of tatou. Not only Song Shiyue had something to eat, but other people also had it.
So far, there is no need to hide any surprises, and the one who comes in is a smiling "Happy Birthday".
Song Shiyue also did not expect that the first real combat of the previous month of supplementary work was actually used here.
With a little embarrassment and happiness, Song Shiyue acted very well, even better than she imagined.
Are you happy, happy.
It's just... this happiness is mixed too much, it's not pure anymore.
Yu Nianbing put a lot of thought into this breakfast, and the taste was even better than usual.
Because there are too few rice noodles, everyone who hasn't eaten flour products for a long time feels that this meal of noodles is delicious, and everyone's belly is full.
After breakfast, it was a matter of course, and it was time to give gifts.
Ning Chuyang’s gift was a small white sheep with the size of a palm. It was made of wool. Don’t look at the pure white one because there is no dye due to the conditions, but it still looks good and can stand still. Maohuhu Q version lamb is very cute.
Of course, it seems that Feng Qianqian should have extended her hand of friendship a lot.
Zhuang Jiachuan sent a greeting card, which looked ordinary on the surface, but when opened it turned out to be three-dimensional, or a three-dimensional villain beating a pig... It was really hard work.
Feng Qianqian, who had helped others, was more generous, and directly made a model of a small house, which was made according to the current bedroom of Song Shiyue and Yu Nianbing. The small model is not just an empty shelf. After removing the detachable roof, you can see a few simple pieces of furniture inside, which are also made by imitating the things in the current bedroom. Even the small bedding on the bed, Feng Qianqian went to find a quilt of the same color and took off a little fabric to restore it. It is very meaningful to put the two villains in and it is completely restored.
Song Shiyue thought, according to Feng Qianqian's small house where she secretly hid her intentions, maybe she would secretly persuade Yu Nianbing to make two little people for herself as gifts, so that they would be neatly organized.
But when Yu Nianbing took out the gift, Song Shiyue knew it was not.
Yu Nianbing gave a handkerchief. It looks like it's made of a soft lining that was removed from something. The four sides are finely hand-stitched, and a small clump of green grass is embroidered at the corner, which looks cute and cute, like the things handkerchiefs exchanged in dreams back to ancient times.
Song Shiyue touched this, touched that, she really liked each of them so much that she almost forgot that this was her stolen birthday.
But when she touched Yu Nianbing's small handkerchief, Song Shiyue suddenly remembered another seemingly unrelated matter.