There is no need to light a cigarette. Just a cigarette pick-up action, Gu Yi knew that this person had smoked it.

As soon as the match was ignited, the smell of charcoal fire spread first, and white smoke curled up. The high nose bridge was staggered and approached the flame, and two scarlet spots lit up at the same time. It was like a signal of wolf smoke burning on the continuous peaks.

They sat on the floor of the attic, one against the wall and the other against the bookshelf, skillfully dusting off the scorched and dull ashes, and started to study without any pain.

Fu Anzhou is very interested in Gu Yi's learning method. Gu Yi is not surprised, everyone is interested in his learning method.

Gu Yi asked him if he played basketball? Fu Anzhou shook his head, "I don't really like sports with strong collisions."

Gu Yi: "I go to play ball or run when I am tired of studying, and I will study after sweating."

Fu Anzhou thought about it and thought it was reasonable. "Next time I'll go out for some breathing. I have a little bit of a spin. When I'm tired of doing the questions, I'll look at philosophy. The more I read, the more tired I get."

Gu Yi didn't respond, and asked back: "Where are you from?"

Fu Anzhou: "Nancheng."

"On the city?"

Fu Anzhou nodded, "Well, live in Nancheng Garden."

"Oh." Gu Yi heard Zou Yuxin mention it. Nancheng University, located in the southern Qing Dynasty, is about to be relocated to Nanchengli, merged with Nancheng Technology and Nancheng Science and Technology. Gu Xiezhi returned to China in July and will return to the city to teach. Before he was officially promoted to a professor, there are only tube building in the city that can be assigned to live. Zou Yuxin didn't want to squeeze tube building and had longed for this property. So he had an impression.

Gu Yi shook off the ash, "How big is it?"

It’s not unreasonable for Gu Yi to ask this question. He just became an adult at the beginning of the year. He is in his first year of high school, and there are many older people than him. Although he cannot be seen from his figure, he is the youngest with his ID card age.

Sure enough, Fu Anzhou said: "71."

Gu Yi nodded expressionlessly: "It's pretty good to be born in the year of the pig."

"And you?"

"Me?" Gu Yi took out another cigarette, sent it to him, raised his eyebrows and invited him, "One more?"

Fu Anzhou was slow to thrust, and there was still a piece on his hand, so he refused.

Later, he said something, and Gu Yi went back to class to study for himself.

Only two classrooms in Building 5, where the senior high school is located, the lights are on. Many students are screened by the pre-examination, leaving the last wave of soldiers still fighting fiercely.

The board poster behind the classroom was filled with the countdown. Everyone's sitting posture revealed a ruthless spirit of hanging the beam and stabbing the beam. The atmosphere was as if there would be a thunderstorm at any time.

Gu Yi sank onto the stool, and a creaking sound like an old wooden staircase under his butt. It seemed that he was about to fall apart at any time.

At the beginning of the senior year, the stool was quite healthy and steady. Later, there were more people asking questions. The two of them couldn't call Gu Yi, so they kicked the stool, which made Gu Yi so angry that they wanted to pick up the stool and beat it out.

This grass fuck high school!

He pushed his deskmate, "When can I change a stool?"

The deputy squad leader frowned: "Honesty, hold on until the exam."

Gu Yi leaned on the table, making people feel tight from their chest. He picked up his hem and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What do you want to do after the exam?"

"After the exam," Gangzi raised his head from the sea of ​​questions, and was stunned for a long time. His eyes suddenly filled with expectations and immediately dim. "After the exam? After the exam, I have to go back to work on farm work. The cotton field needs to be cultivated and weeded, pruned and topped, and also cut wheat."

Wheat, endless wheat, is like the endless questions to be done and the self-study that can never be completed. Gangzi will remember that his hand still has the conditioned reflex of the sickle.

Gu Yi started writing and promised, "I'm fine after the exam, I'll go back to harvest wheat with you."

Gangzi: "Okay! I promised, don't be sloppy!"

"Just include food and accommodation."

-

Qingdou is busier when she goes home than at school.

Her schooling procedures are quite mechanical: getting up early and running exercises, eating steamed buns, going to morning self-study, class, having lunch, lunch break, class, having dinner, evening self-study, getting water to wipe your body, sleeping, and repeating, both of them are not too slow.

When I got home, everyone was calling her, and there were sounds everywhere. Wu Huiping called her pickled plums and gardenia didn't do homework.

She wanted to chase her to check homework, but Rongrong had no choice but to be helpless to Qingzhi. As a sister-in-law, she could only let Qingdou supervise her. Seeing that Wu Huiping was doing something at home, she held up a lot of things to say to Qingdou. So she walked around and asked Qingdou when it would be good.

Qingdou comforted Rongrong and said that it would be fine soon. She turned around and went to the kitchen to help Wu Huiping pickle the plums.

Wu Huiping has a pair of mother's hands. Her fingers were short and frustrated, her palms were rough and irregular, and there was a layer of earth-colored dry scales on the back of her hand. Her nails were cut very short, and the soil was firmly embedded in the finger grooves and fingerprints. It was hard to tell whether it was pigmented or not washed. She marinated for more than twenty jars, soaked her hands repeatedly in soaking the sour juice, and soaked the plums one step first, soaking a layer of falling dead skin, hanging, not peeling off, and swaying. Green bean couldn't stand it, so she cut it for her with scissors.

The ones Wu Huiping had been pickled to others before. The bottles of wine on her hand were sold by several directors who saw that she was pickled and her mouth was itchy. Please ask her to help make some wine. Wu Huiping confiscated the money, which was just a matter of raising her hands.

Green beans dig down with a toothpick and lift it upwards, like a snail to cover it, and carefully remove the green plums from the stems and cores, keeping the green plums round and bulging appearance.

He took advantage of Wu Huiping's turn and quietly threw away the fruits with rain spots, moldy, insect eyes, and pinch marks. The old directors had a very delicate mouth. If there was a strange smell in the wine, they would definitely frown.

After dealing with this, Qingdou's hands rubbed hard with coarse salt. Just as the rubbed hands were sore, there was a movement in the building. The sound seemed to be a big emergency, and the footsteps of Dongdong and urgent drums rushed upstairs. Qingdou poked his head out of the public kitchen, and a black shadow quickly rushed to his eyes.

Qingsong dragged the green beans with both arms and turned around: "Our beans are all tall."

Qingdou's pair of dimples bloomed and she shouted excitedly, "Brother! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I miss my sister!" Qingsong put her down, scooped the water from the bucket and washed the handle, and helped her rub the plums. "How do scholars do this with their hands?"

"Just a little." Qingdou asked him a few words, and immediately realized something was wrong, "Why didn't you go in to see your sister-in-law?"

Feng Rongrong heard the movement and walked towards the kitchen.

Qingsong didn't go in on purpose, but when he turned up the stairs, he saw Qingdou in the kitchen like a steamer. She was trying hard to rub plums and came straight in to help.

He missed his sister, but even more so his wife. When he saw Rongrong standing at the door, he rushed her: "It's hot here, don't come in." He took his body and couldn't be hot.

Rongrong was surprised: "Why are you back?" She was still standing in the kitchen?

Qingsong rubbed a few more hands and handed them to Qingdou. While urging the salt on his hand, he said to his wife, "I'm here when I'm empty."

Three buses are shut down a day and a night, and there is a ferry, so why is it empty and comes? Feng Rongrong is puzzled.

Qingsong took off the hem of her clothes and wiped the sweat from her face. She sniffed embarrassedly, approached Rongrong, and whispered, "I miss you."

Two blushings appeared on Rongrong's face, and she shyly pushed him, "I haven't taken a shower, it's so smelly."

Qingdou quickly carried the thermos bottle and wanted to give her second brother a bath. As soon as she walked to the door, um! Qingsong couldn't help it and leaned over Rongrong's face and pecked her.

Rongrong blushed, and Qingdou softened her hands.

The hot water bottle fell to the ground and exploded. Fortunately, it was not boiling water, but warm water overnight.

Green beans were so stiff that she followed a plaster and quickly escaped from the erotic scene to get a broom. The scene was too impactful, much more shocking than the first kiss on the Chinese screen in "Lushan Love".

It was also a kiss on the cheek, and on the screen, it was far and short. In reality, Qingdou clearly saw the water on Qingsong's lips, Rongrong's fluff on her cheeks, and she also heard a "pop" sound.

Help. Qingdou's heartbeats kept beating. Qingzhi was pulled to ask math questions, but he didn't have the patience to answer. He couldn't tell the difference between the south, west and north, and even hit the wall. When he returned to the corridor, he had already returned to the house, leaving only the angry Qingzhi and the silly Qingdou.

Qingzhi: "Why is it equal to 151? I can't do it!"

Qingdou's eyes were stunned: "It's 151! Don't worry, do it!"

Qingzhi: "How to do it!"

Green Bean: "I don't know! You do it!"

"Ah!——" Qing Zhi shouted anxiously! "I won't do it anymore!"

On the night when the green plums are pickled out of water, the green beans are tossing and turning on the stretcher bed and can’t sleep.

Wu Huiping's snoring was so loud that Qingzhi's breathing was as steady as spring fog. Only Qingdou was awake, and his nose was breathing unevenly. The lingering sound of his brother and sister-in-law next door coincided with the entanglement of Mengting and Yulin's mud tiled house.

Oh my God, what should I do?

She failed to fight with a carp, and she honestly supported herself, turned on the flashlight and began to be distracted to read the letter.

In this letter, Tian Feng copied the passage of the fake assassin in "The Deer and the Cauldron", and the script was written in Tiancheng, and finally left a small line of words: Not good at speaking, only knowing how to copy books, and I laughed at it.

Green beans suddenly became interested in accompanying the hazy green pine speech, and took out a piece of paper to start writing the story.

With the background sound and the sound of getting up at night downstairs and pumping water, Qingdou wrote down the story of Yu Niang and the scholar. Three pieces of paper were sprinkled and written about the two of them. After the two met, Yu Niang used charming skills and imparted the soul. The bad thing was that, after the erotic scene, Qingdou suddenly got stuck and was a little sleepy.

Then he rubbed his eyes and left a sentence: If you want to know whether the scholar surnamed Wang could bear it, please look at it next time. She folded the paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and fell down, and dreamed of dawn.

-

Housework is always not harmonious. Five people on the same roof, and suddenly they are crowded. As soon as they squeeze, the thoughts under the burial are squeezed to the face.

Qingsong slept until the afternoon and ran to the department store. When he came back, he packed a lot of bags and moved half of the department store back. It was the clothes worn by pregnant women, the cradle, the big fan, and the supplement. Even a yellow croaker cart was not enough to pull.

He thought that his wife was pregnant and it was hot and there was no big fan at home, so he couldn't wait to come back for a moment and had to get the fan out.

He bought a large ceiling fan and a desktop fan.

The color of the ceiling fan blades is like the tender leaves sprouting in spring. The fan blades are so comfortable that people can blow up. The fan blades on the tabletop fan are blue, like the ice cubes in the advertisement, which makes them cool.

Rongrong was happy after buying so many, Qingdou Qingzhi was happy, but Wu Huiping was unhappy. Especially at dinner at night, Qingsong asked about the grades of her two sisters, and Rongrong mentioned that she wanted to send Qingzhi to a boarding school. The place was strictly controlled, which made Wu Huiping very angry.

Qingzhi was born to cause trouble. It was difficult to learn, but she learned bad things very quickly. When she went to study for boarding, her children were ruined.

Qingdou was sensitive and noticed that her mother's face was not good. After eating in a quiet voice, she urged Qingzhi to wash the dishes and clean up, and pulled Wu Huiping into the house to make her feel happy.

Wu Huiping was pulled to the room and was silent for a while, but she didn't say anything to Qingdou. Qingzhi was in Rongrong's school and her studies were really slandered. Therefore, Rongrong was very nervous about Qingzhi's study, and she would inevitably frown when she was anxious.

Wu Huiping protects her shortcomings and can beat and scold her, but Rongrong frowned at Qingzhi and wanted to send Qingzhi away, she choked, her heart was blocked, and she felt uncomfortable.

She waved her hand at Qingdou, "It's okay."

Qingdou didn't believe it, "Really?" She was afraid that she would be away, so Wu Huiping and Rongrong had a conflict and gave her a solution, "My sister-in-law is very good, she ate all the carrots and cabbages."
To be continued...