Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 90 No, no interest at all!
Yang Meixia was carrying a rattan crescent basket in her hand, her black and soft hair fluttered in the wind, and her swollen eyes were bent into fat crescents.

Compared with polite words, Lin Yuzhu's blunt but non-aggressive complaints made her feel more relaxed.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Lin Yuzhu twirled the mung bean in her hand, and twitched the corner of her mouth perfunctorily, "We don't know each other very well, do we?"

You can't even count as friends, so tell me goodbye.

"Yes, we only met twice. You are a person I admire from the bottom of my heart, and you are a great inspiration to my life. I will leave in a while, and I will not bother you and Song Yi again. Feelings. I appreciate your help and this is the gift I want to give you."

She put the rattan pinch basket on the threshold, bowed gracefully and solemnly, and stood up straight to leave.

Lin Yulan, who was walking home with a net on her shoulder and a bucket in hand, caught the basket at a glance.

Well?
gift?
"Come on, come on, what else are you talking about, why are you so polite. Sit at home, sit at home~"

The village polite words she just learned finally came in handy for her!
She ran to the door excitedly, and blinked innocently at Lin Yuzhu who was looking at her with question marks all over her head.

what's wrong?

Aren't the people in the village all really enthusiastic about this kind of fake politeness?
Didn't this beautiful sister come here last time?
Why is my sister wanting to rub her on the ground?
Lin Yuzhu looked at the handful of mung beans in her hand, and really wanted to give her a face!
He exhaled feebly, and waved his hand like chasing flies, "Sit down, sit down, you go and pour her a bowl of water."

I hadn't introduced Yang Meixia to Sha Que before, but Sha Que didn't know about this girl.

On the surface, she is indeed not aggressive.

Gentle and generous, not bitch.

A typical iron-headed baby who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Yang Meixia licked her lips and said gratefully: "Thank you, I am indeed thirsty."

The family has entertained many people recently, and Lin Yulan poured herbal tea and put snacks on the plate according to the gourd painting.

Seeing that Lin Yuzhu was sitting there picking up beans, she didn't intend to move the ground, she resolutely took on the posture of the host, and sat on the bench cheerfully.

"You are a teacher, right? What do you teach?"

"Yes, I teach elementary school Chinese."

"The Chinese teacher can speak Mandarin? Then what's the matter with you coming to my house this time?"

"Yes. I am here this time to express my gratitude to your sister. Your Mandarin is very standard, even better than mine."

Yang Meixia was really out of politeness, she was even a little surprised.

She needs to recite a lot of texts and quotations to teach Chinese, so she speaks Mandarin much more frequently than other teachers in the teaching process.

Even so, her flat-tongued and front-to-back nasal sounds require special attention to speak accurately.

It took her a long time to overcome the difficulties brought about by local speaking habits before getting better.

And the girl next to her had no opportunity to learn, and she was able to speak Mandarin so fluently without an accent just by relying on the production team to organize literacy. This is simply unbelievable.

She admires this spirit of hard work and self-study.

"Then" Lin Yulan almost said [Of course, I have been speaking Mandarin since I was a child! ] Let me say bald.

Fortunately, he didn't drift away, and when he received Lin Yuzhu's death stare, he changed his voice, "It's really hard to learn, and it takes a lot of effort."

The dialect here is too difficult to learn, and I often feel like my tongue is not my own
Since it was a polite greeting, it was obviously not enough, so she was not trying to show off by leading her to speak Mandarin together.

But it is hell-level difficulty for her to speak the loose Mandarin of the people here.

Don't pretend, it's a showdown.

"Your efforts have not been in vain, you speak very well, keep working hard." Yang Meixia was not stingy with praise and encouragement, and she unfastened the buckle of the basket with a smile.

"I brought a book for your sister. If you are interested, you can take a look."

Looking at the book she took out, Lin Yulan stopped eating.

No, not interested at all!
Her grandmother is a loyal fan of this book. The various editions on the shelf, and the shadow of being recited by her grandmother when she was a child, are all highlighted by the bright red cover.

Who wants to see what steel is swollen and tempered!
She can carry it!

Yang Meixia lowered her eyes and touched the cover lovingly, her gentle voice had firm belief and admiration.

"I really like a passage that the hero in the book said. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor be ashamed for doing nothing. This way."

Lin Yulan slumped her shoulders, turned her head and mouthed sadly to Lin Yuzhu, saying silently, "He was able to say when he was dying: My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world."

Good guy, she couldn't help but recite the quotations engraved into her DNA.
Speechless to the extreme.

The management of cultural books is very strict, and now this is one of the books that can be put on sale in bookstores.

The book is a good book, and there are many chicken soup for the soul with positive energy. For people of this age, it is really inspiring.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look." Lin Yulan took it with a stiff smile, sneaking a glance at the basket on her lap.

Is there anything to eat.
As if responding to her expectations, Yang Meixia lowered her head and began to dig out things again.

This time, take out two things.

A thick, high-end black notebook with a hard case, with a thin red ribbon hanging from the middle.

A slim leather case with the word "Hero" engraved on it.

Lin Yulan's mouth twitched, unable to maintain a smile at all.

This beautiful sister is very good-looking, why is she so awkward?
Say she is not careful, books, notebooks, pens, all in one set, you can extract sentences or write after-reading.

Tell her to be careful, and see what kind of cultural products are made in this family that is so poor that the mouse has no chance of escaping the fate of the pot.
Lin Yuzhu put the rice sieve on the ground, stood up and patted the crumbs on her trousers, and said flatly, "These things are too expensive. Given our relationship, it's not appropriate to give them to me."

At this time, cultural people especially like to give stationery as gifts. If she guessed correctly, a blessing message would be written on the title page of the notebook.

Song Ersao’s heartbroken expression when she gave money to buy a pen is still vivid in her memory, she is not rewarded for nothing, she really has no interest in these things.

It was not lacking in the previous life, but it is not very useful now.

"In addition to thanking you, I also want to apologize to you." Yang Meixia stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Yuzhu.

"Because of my personal reasons, it may cause some uncertain troubles to your life in the future. I don't know if that person will take his anger on you. I'm here to apologize to you first."

"I will go to my aunt in Hong Kong for a while, and I may not come back again. My gift is both a thank you gift and an apology gift, please accept it. Also... I really want to make friends with you!"

The last sentence was spoken very fast, she blushed and straightened up, and ran out without waiting for Lin Yuzhu to respond.

"Hiss~eh?" Lin Yulan didn't quite understand, she tugged on Lin Yuzhu's sleeves with a complicated face, "Why is she confessing to a little fan girl... why is she so shy, it's so scary... Sister, you won't be spotted..."

"The ghost knows what kind of mental journey she has gone through..." Lin Yuzhu rubbed her forehead with a headache, "I said something in the clouds... What are you venting anger? I am sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky?"

(End of this chapter)