Ye Qingshui knew that what Xie Tingyu said about holding grudges was not just joking, he was really holding grudges.
She deliberately picked three short memorizations and was stopped by Xie Tingyu. He reminded her in "good faith": "The stupid bird is about to fly first. You are so much behind others. How can you choose a simple one?
" Just these three articles, today's affairs are over today. You have to recite them before you can sleep."
He picked out three classical Chinese essays and asked Ye Qingshui to go back to the wall.
Ye Qingshui stood at the root of the wall, carrying her back in the afternoon to eating, and continuing after eating in the evening. Guowen was really her dead spot for two lifetimes. At nine o'clock in the evening, the kerosene in the lamp's belly was almost exhausted.
When Ye Qingshui saw Xie Tingyu took out his quilt from under her bed, he looked like he was going to sleep.
She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, before her eyes
lit up and said, "Why don't you check again tomorrow, I'm sorry to prevent you from sleeping at night." Xie Tingyu held a lot of grudges, and he didn't forget how this little girl scolded him.
He said lightly: "It won't hinder at all. You memorize it, I can sleep while listening
."
Ye Qingshui bit his scalp and began to recite, "In the spring of the fourth year of celebration, Teng Zijing was retired from guarding Baling County..." Xie Tingyu lay comfortably. On the ground, the quilt was newly made this year, exuding a new flavor. The floor was cool and cool, as if the breeze had penetrated into the body, the little girl's soft endorsement sound, warm and soft, like a pair of soft hands, with hypnotic magic.
Xie Tingyu was half-asleep and half-awake, and said, "I did the wrong memorization. Do it all over again."
Ye Qingshui opened a pair of bright eyes and said angrily: "No!"
She bowed her head, and honestly repeated it again.
Xie Tingyu said again: "I missed a sentence, try again."
"It's for your own good to memorize it several times."
...
"It's wrong, come twice!"
"Wrong and wrong, three times..."
Xie Tingyu sighed: "Oh, recite it five times."
Ye Qingshui repeated memorization ten times, and the memorization became so familiar. Xie Tingyu didn't say a word. She rubbed her tired eyes, and she was already asleep on the ground. The man, sleeps soundly! The faint moonlight shone on his fair face, and the male's Adam's apple was particularly prominent, and the breeze was very comfortable. If he was not used to snoring, the snoring sound might already be loud enough now.
This man was her dream when she was young, and now Ye Qingshui only felt her teeth itchy when she looked at it, and she wished to lift her foot up and step on it.
... The
next day, Ye Qingshui stopped working with the men and women. She went to the animal husbandry station and took three piglets back. Every weight must be registered in the production team's brochure. She also went to the animal husbandry station. I got a little ration for pigs.
The pig rations received from the supply and marketing cooperatives are very small. If they are fed just such a little bit, the piglets will definitely not get fat, and Ye Qingshui must go to the mountains to feed pig grass every day.
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