Ye Qingshui put on a clean white mask, and smoothly tied up his long bangs, revealing his full forehead, refreshing and clean.
The daytime work is not heavy, and after earning her own work points, she soon returned home to start studying.
Xie Tingyu also got off work very early. He took a shower and changed into a clean shirt before coming over to check Ye Qingshui's homework.
Seeing the white shirt he was wearing, Ye Qingshui was very particular about washing. This white shirt couldn't help but evoke the painful memories of Ye Qingshui. Xie Tingyu in his previous life often enslaved Ye Qingshui to iron his clothes. Of course, this year, there would be no such thing as an iron at home. She used hot water into an enamel pot and pushed it a little.
Xie Tingyu didn't wear such neat clothes outside. After all, this is not the era when everyone has enough food and clothing. Some people in the countryside are so poor that they don’t even have clothes to wear. They can’t even pick up a few of them with fewer than three patches. Xie Tingyu is already the most respectable for being able to maintain this.
I really didn't see it, he was pretty coquettish in private. But in this life he didn't want to enslave her to do a little bit more work.
Xie Tingyu noticed Ye Qingshui’s changes, and couldn’t help asking: “How do I wear a mask?”
Ye Qingshui touched his face, coughed vigorously, and said embarrassedly: “I have a lot of acne, I can’t see the wind or the sun. , I
'm afraid it will scare people." Xie Tingyu stretched out his hand to take off her mask, Ye Qingshui was stunned by his sudden " self-acquaintance".
"This, it's not so good to move your feet..."
She righteously said: "I'm also a big girl, I can't move the feet like this."
Ye Qingshui's black head lifted slightly, slapped big palms. Only a pointed chin and a pair of black eyes were exposed on his face. The scorching glow in the eyes carried a strong radiance. All over the body, only this pair of eyes looks best.
Xie Tingyu almost didn't choke upon hearing this.
Xie Tingyu looked at Ye Qingshui in confusion. Ye Qingshui glared back unconvincedly. The clear and bright eyes did not have the strong and persistent feelings of the past, as if they had disappeared with the cold of the night.
Will people's minds become so fast?
Xie Tingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes narrowed into a line, and his face faded a bit.
Ye Qingshui, who was familiar with him, knew that he was unhappy in his heart. Although this person was very good to people, he still had a bad temper. She hurriedly picked up the spirit of 120,000 points and studied hard. After all, he drove away this teacher, so where can Ye Qingshui find another teacher who doesn't need money.
She read slowly and earnestly, even if she occasionally made a vague accent, she stopped and corrected herself.
Xie Tingyu flipped through an ancient essay. It was difficult and arduous, "You read this."
Ye Qingshui gave a soft "Oh", and she glanced at it. The article Xie Tingyu pointed to was memorized in her previous life, this time. There is nothing difficult for her to read.
Shen Weimin also came to the Ye family shortly after leaving work, and he came to see Xie Tingyu. He walked into Xie Tingyu's room carelessly. He saw Xie Tingyu sitting on the table, looking at the wall root for a while, while Ye Qingshui was reading the book at the wall root.
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The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓
RomanceNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE:七十年代娇媳妇 AUTHOR:素昧平生 In order to marry the male educated youth of the brigade in his previous life, Ye Qingshui used his kindness to marry him without hesitation. However, life after marriage is not as good as imagined. In or...