Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 77 Passionate Sweater (Thanks to An Qilin for the reward)

On the third day after the final exam, Xiao Zhuer made a special trip to Dingtun Primary School, and the exam results came out.

Different from many schools at this time, Dingtun Primary School’s annual final exam results are completed within three or four days after the exam. Principal Wang organizes the teachers to mark the papers and distribute them to the students that year instead of waiting for the next semester. Start telling everyone.

From this point, it can be seen that President Wang is serious and dedicated to his work, except of course the examinations organized by the district.

He Ping looked at the red handwriting on the test paper, and remembered that when he was a child in school, the teacher also used this red handwriting to correct homework and grade papers. It has been like this for decades!

Chinese 91, Mathematics 95, Xiao Zhuer's grades in the two courses ranked No.2 in the class.

He Ping was very happy about this. He had promised Xiao Zhu'er that if he was admitted to the top three in the class, he would be rewarded, and it was time to fulfill his promise.

This day He Ping went to the book club, which was already one of the few recreational activities He Ping had in this era.

After the study session was over, everyone didn't leave. Both the public office and the production team were too idle in winter, so they gathered together to chat and chat.

Friends asked about He Ping's novels. He Ping had "created" three novels and mailed them out some time ago, but there was no letter from the magazine.

The short sci-fi novels on the phone have already been scooped up by He Ping. He Ping intends to stop his "creation" beforehand. We can't just scoop up the wool, can't we?

It is estimated that the manuscript fees for these novels should be able to generate a considerable amount of income. In addition, the chicken farm will also receive dividends at the end of the year, and He Ping will have more money in his hands.

He Ping plans to repair the courtyard wall in the spring of next year, drill the well, and fix the small gazebo and grape trellis in the courtyard, so that his small country courtyard can be fully completed.

After chatting for a while, the friends all left one after another.Seeing that everyone had almost left, Mao Chunhua took out something from the closet at home and handed it to He Ping.

"What is this?"

"It's been three or nine days, and I see that you are freezing every time you come here, so I knitted a sweater for you." Mao Chunhua said shyly.

Holding the sweater, He Ping didn't know what to say. The meaning of the girl could not be more obvious.

"Well, my clothes are quite thick, I don't need them for the time being, thank you for your kindness." He Ping declined after thinking about it.

Mao Chunhua's face turned pale for a moment, He Ping's meaning was obvious, she couldn't do anything right now, she just felt like crying in her heart.

Liu Aixia saw Mao Chunhua knitting this sweater the whole time. Thinking of the happy smile on her friend's mouth when she was knitting the sweater, Liu Aixia felt that she had to help her friend.

"Hey, don't say this sweater is really well knitted, it must be warm to wear, He Ping, try it on."

While talking, Liu Aixia pushed He Ping to Mao Chunhua's back room.

"Ai Xia, what are you doing, don't..." He Ping resisted being pushed tightly by Liu Ai Xia.

"Try it, don't you try it." Liu Aixia was talking, winking at Li Feng who was standing beside her.

Recently, Li Feng probably felt that there was no hope for him and Mao Chunhua, so he shifted his gaze from Mao Chunhua to Liu Aixia, and moved to Liu Aixia's side when he had nothing to do. Seeing Liu Aixia's wink at this moment, how could he not understand.

Come up and push He Ping into the back room with Liu Aixia, "Just try it, don't disappoint Chunhua's good intentions."

He Ping thought his mother would buy it, or else he said that young people are unreliable.Some time ago, he called her Xiao Tiantian, but turned around and called her Mrs. Niu. This kid Li Feng is really a guy who wants to change his mind.

It never occurred to him that Mao Chunhua had all his thoughts tied to him, as long as it was someone familiar with Mao Chunhua, a fool would be able to see her thoughts, how could a young man like Li Feng with a quick mind be hanged to death on a tree.

"What are you doing!" He Ping sighed as he watched the door close.

Liu Aixia closed the door, turned her head to look at Mao Chunhua, her beautiful eyes were full of tears.

"Aixia, don't..."

Liu Aixia hugged Mao Chunhua's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, men are all cheap, sometimes they just have to twist."

Li Feng also echoed at the side: "That's right, you have to be strong if you want to be strong." That posture is really a bit like a character in a certain color building in the old society, which fully proves what Liu Aixia said.

Not to mention that Liu Aixia was comforting the sad Mao Chunhua in the outer room, and He Ping, who was forced into the inner room, looked at the sweater in his hand, and it was really hard to get off.

If you change it, it is equivalent to implying that the girls are having fun with each other; if you don't change it, you will be locked in. If you don't change your sweater and go out now, it is equivalent to tearing your face with everyone.

Thinking about Mao Chunhua's appearance, character, and family affairs, everything is not bad, and it is bold enough for a girl to do this for the sake of feelings.

If he was not married in later generations, he would have surrendered long ago when faced with the pursuit of such a beautiful woman.

But now He Ping knows that what Mao Chunhua likes in his heart is the talented He Ping, not the ignorant He Ping who "creates" for life.

Ugh!
He Ping sat on the Kang, feeling at a loss for what to do for a while.

A few minutes later, Liu Aixia's voice sounded outside, "He Ping, are you alright?"

"Okay, okay." He Ping recovered from his contemplation, and his heart became ruthless. Forget it, just wear it, let's go out first and then talk.

Putting on the sweater without even taking off the coat, He Ping walked out from the back room.

"You are so serious, why did you change your coat without even taking it off?" Liu Aixia complained angrily, "It's nothing that Chunhua knitted you such a good sweater."

"Forgot." He Ping said perfunctorily.

Liu Aixia turned her head and asked Mao Chunhua, "Chunhua, look, doesn't He Ping's clothes fit and look particularly energetic?"

Before Mao Chunhua could speak, Li Feng said first: "It's not a big deal, it's really energetic."

He Ping took a hard look at Li Feng, you bastard, you were a traitor decades ago.

Mao Chunhua took a look at He Ping, and when he saw He Ping looking at her, he turned his eyes away embarrassedly, and replied in a low voice: "Yes!"

"That's right, our Chunhua's craftsmanship is really worth mentioning. He Ping, tell me about yourself, you are not satisfied with such good things."

Liu Aixia said to He Ping with a pun.

He Ping looked at Mao Chunhua, the eyes that had just cried were still misty, and the red eyes were really beautiful.

My heart softened for no reason.

(End of this chapter)