Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 70 Admission
The door of the school was half-closed, Ye Qingshuang gently pushed it open, and what she saw were desks arranged like a chessboard.

The master's seat is on top, and twenty or thirty square tables are neatly arranged below.

The window lattices were broken and creaked in the wind.

She paced slowly between the vertical and horizontal square tables, looking closely at each desk.

Some tables were engraved with words, some were printed with old ink marks, and the corners of some tables were wrapped with silk cloth.

After time passed, vivid scenes vaguely appeared in front of her eyes.

The women in black and white school uniforms are like men, with crown hair and red clothes, full of bookishness.

One of the women's brows was full of agility, and she sat on the Master's desk with her legs crossed, her cherry lips pursed, and she arched the brush between Qiong's nose and upper lip.

Ye Qingshuang looked at her from the student seat, and she looked back at Ye Qingshuang playfully, with the corners of her lips curled up in a pretty arc.

The moment the eyes met, the stars shifted and things changed.

The night quietly turned into day, and the dilapidated and gray school took on a new look.

The chirping voices of the students changed from vague to clear, and the laughter was sweet and crisp.

Three bells rang outside, and the students moved after hearing the sound, returning to their positions, even the woman on the teacher's table rolled up the rice paper and sat back in her seat in a panic.

Shi Shiran, the female wife, walked in.

It was Shen Suyun, the talented "Yongmei" who rose to fame 30 years ago in the boudoir. Ye Qingshuang had heard that poem before her death.

They were the same age.

At this time, Shen Suyun seemed to be married and a woman, her blue hair was all tied up, revealing her slender neck, and there were a few or two fine lines around her eyes, but she didn't look old.

The master is elegant and calm, without anger or prestige, with a pair of solemn and warm eyes fixed on Ye Qingshuang: "The class bell has rung, why don't you return to your seat?"

Ye Qingshuang was startled, looked around and found that all the students were also looking at her, silently asking the same questions as the master.

Why haven't you returned to your place?

Looking at myself again, the dress on my body has changed into a black and white school uniform at some point, and my hair is also tied up, unlike before.

It turned from the person watching the painting to the person in the painting.

The seat next to her was still vacant, presumably it was reserved for her, she frowned and sat down.

"Open the fourteen pages of the book, today's lecture content is: Mulan Tour."

Shen Suyun didn't sit high, but walked between the tables with the scroll.

Talking while walking, explaining the profound things in simple terms, the lectures were so exciting that Ye Qingshuang had to say with emotion: She is indeed a talented woman.

The story of Mulan's joining the army was so vivid that Ye Qingshuang's nose was inexplicably sore when she heard it, and she almost had the urge to cry.

She blinked, suppressing the impulse.

For the rest of the class, she experienced the strange trembling repeatedly.

A kind of heart trembling that seemed to be moved and excited, as if some box in the bottom of my heart had been opened, and the emotions were mild but heavy.

She could only calm down in the calm voice of the master's lecture.

Time passed quickly, the bell broke into the classroom again, and the teacher and the students greeted each other and dismissed the get out of class.

The students made an appointment in twos and threes to go to the dining hall, which was soon empty, except Ye Qingshuang who was still in place.

She couldn't tell what mood she was in right now, but she really wanted to cry.

But ask yourself, she is not a crybaby, maybe she is too envious.

Throughout the ages, how many women have fallen in the dust of history in pain and silence, and finally someone understands the importance of enlightening reading.

The mountains and rivers of thousands of miles are not only the mountains and rivers of men, but also the mountains and rivers of the world, but why do women always belong to the small house?

When talking about the back house, most of them are inseparable from the word "secret", but if you can travel to the sky, who would like to kill you in the urn.

The procrastination of scholars can still be said, but the procrastination of women cannot be said.

It would be great if girls could read and write and live like men.

She lowered her head, a tear slipped out of her eye socket without her cheek, and hit the almost transparent back of her hand.

At this time, a hand suddenly came up from behind: "Student, let's go have dinner together."

Ye Qingshuang collected her emotions, turned her head and met a pair of playful almond eyes, it was the woman who was looking at each other before class.

Staring at her for a moment, he didn't notice any breath, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

The woman randomly stuffed the textbooks into the book bag, and rushed out holding Ye Qingshuang's arm naturally: "Let's go, we won't be able to eat any later."

Ye Qingshuang quickened her movements along her pace, and rarely pulled back her hand.

Because Ye Qingshuang discovered to her surprise that she didn't dislike her closeness at all.

Before, even Lin Yuan was disgusted for getting close to her hastily. This girl is more amiable and natural than Lin Yuan.

The ancient pear blossoms in front of the dining hall are just in bloom, pure white like snow, falling profusely, inexhaustible.

The woman pulled Ye Qingshuang and ran through the falling petals, and the skirt swept up a cloud of fragrant dust.

Dozens of steps away, the aroma of the meal overflowed, and it didn't feel messy when mixed together, but the aroma was vivid and unusual.

The dining hall was very lively, talking and laughing, there was no restraint of eating, talking, sleeping or talking.

As soon as the two of them entered, everyone smiled and greeted each other. Ye Qingshuang has always been alone, and she has never seen such a scene before. Fortunately, she does not reject it.

The two sat across the table, and the dishes were all the same. Ye Qingshuang casually stirred the porridge and observed everyone in the hall.

Different from the class, they all had beautiful smiles, either bright or cute, scanning them one by one, Ye Qingshuang even saw his wife Shen Suyun.

She has no airs at all, and she talks and laughs with the gentle and upright classmates, with the temperament of the eldest sister in the family.

Sensing her gaze, Shen Suyun raised her head and smiled, then continued to eat.

The woman said to her heartlessly while eating the vegetables: "This is how the master is. He is strict in class and good after class."

As she spoke, she extended her chopsticks into her meat dish: "Why don't you eat vegetables? It's a waste of food. If you don't eat, I'll eat."

Ye Qingshuang smiled, and pushed another plate of fried vegetables over: "This is for you too."

The woman looked disgusted: "No, I'm not a vegetarian!"

After the meal, the girls dispersed, some went to the library, some went to the riding range, and some went back to the classroom.

"Let's go to Zangshuge too. I heard that a batch of new books has arrived." The woman hugged Ye Qingshuang's arm, her eyes were bright, she was very pretty.

Ye Qingshuang smiled, and couldn't help reaching out to pinch her peach cheeks: "Okay."

The woman was not annoyed when her face was pinched, but instead smiled sweetly at her, obedient and pretty.

"By the way, what's your name?" The woman seemed to finally remember and asked.

Ye Qingshuang paused: "You don't recognize me?"

She thought she was taking the identity of someone who had existed before, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"Didn't you just enter school today?" The woman asked in confusion.

"Yes, yes." She was silent: "My name is Ye Qingshuang, what about you?"

"Ming Jinxi."

"Since everyone doesn't recognize me, why are you acting so familiar?"

"Oh, once you enter this door, you will become familiar sooner or later."

　I don't like to write about female rivalries. It's not easy for girls to live, so why do they hurt each other?We understand the suffering of girls better, so we should help each other more. A single spark can start a prairie fire, let’s warm each other up. If you expect love to redeem, it’s better to go back to the furnace and rebuild.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)