Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

She wanted to make a new pair of shoes for Jing Ziheng.

As a teacher, he had to stand all day long to give lectures. After a long time, his feet would hurt.

Wearing more comfortable shoes would make him feel better.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ye Mi asked without raising her head: “How much money is appropriate for us to take away?”

I forgot to discuss this matter with him just now.

“You said, take half.”

“Half? Will it be too much?”

“Didn’t you also say that we spent a lot of money on our marriage, so it’s normal to take more as a subsidy.”

Learning to cry poor when it suits you, this is a special low-key method.

Yemi: “…”

And he made it sound like it was all her decision. If she wasn’t the person involved, she would have believed in this evil.

Seeing that Ye Mi had no doubts, Jing Ziheng took a towel to wipe off the moisture on his hands, then took out the ledger that Ye Mi had messed up, and rearranged it.

The fonts flowing out of his pen are square, precise and neat, as beautiful as if they were printed out, which makes the wild and unruly cursive script of Ye Mi next to him even more tragic.

It looks dazzling.

He frowned slightly, as if he felt a little uncomfortable, but he still managed to finish sorting out the ledger.

Finally able to get away from the tormenting account book, Jing Ziheng took off his glasses, rubbed the center of his brows, and called out with suppressed emotions, “Ye Mi.”

“Yes.” Ye Mi didn’t move and only answered in response.

“From now on, write ten sheets of large characters every day, and the number of characters on each sheet should not be less than three hundred.” This is an order, not a discussion.”

A bolt from the blue!

The hand pinching the needle gradually trembled.

“For what reason?” She was puzzled and aggrieved.

What had she done to offend him?

“Practice calligraphy.” He succinctly threw out two words, let her comprehend it by herself.

Ye Mi thought that their channels were not in tune, and she couldn’t comprehend it: “I don’t want it.” She refused simply and neatly.

Ignoring Yemi’s refusal, Jing Ziheng’s attitude was tough and he could not refuse: “I will check every day from now on.”

“I said I don’t want to write, why did you suddenly ask me to practice calligraphy?”

Until now she still doesn’t know why she suffered from this ‘unexpected disaster’.

“Your handwriting is extremely ugly to me.” He didn’t want to say it, but the little girl was disobedient and insisted on forcing him to tell the truth.

The truth always hurts.

“…You don’t need to read the ugly words then.” Her cheeks were puffed up, and she was so angry that she choked up her words between her teeth.

Jing Ziheng sneered: “Then be stabbed blind, at some point in the future?”

Ye Mi: “…”

…………

After taking a shower, Jing Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed with a body of steam that hadn’t dissipated, watching the innermost part of the bed. The little girl was wrapped into a ball resembling the cicada cocoon.

There seemed to be two huge characters written on the cute little back: anger.

His Adam’s apple vibrated, and a low, deep chuckle flowed out.

Hearing the man’s sexy and deep laughter, Ye Mi scratched her inexplicably itchy ears, and buried her little head deeper.

I’m angry, I can’t be coax that easily.

“I have melon candy here, do you want to eat it?”

Between the slender knuckles, he pinched a small piece of snow-white melon candy sprinkled with icing sugar at some point.

“Don’t eat!” Ye Mi refused firmly.

She bit her finger unconsciously.

She still remembers that melon candy is made by peeling winter melon and cutting it into pieces, then marinating it with icing sugar until it is completely air-dried. .

This is the fondest memory of Yemi’s childhood.

Whenever she was sick when she was a child and needed to drink bitter traditional Chinese medicine, her mother would buy a small piece of melon candy to coax her. Melon candy is very sweet, which can dilute the bitterness brought by traditional Chinese medicine at once.

During the last time when she was ill in her previous life, Ye Mi drank bitter medicine every day and missed the taste of melon candy all the time, but she couldn’t take even a sip until she died.

In fact, melon candy is very cheap, and you can buy a piece as big as half a palm for a penny, but she is reluctant to buy it.

“How do you know that I like to eat melon candies?”

She still couldn’t hold back, poked half of my head out from under the quilt, with big agile eyes glued to melon candies, and swallowed.

Greedy…

“You said it yourself.”

Jing Ziheng still remembers that when he just rescued Ye Mi from the icy lake, the little girl curled up in his arms tremblingly, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and she murmured weakly and dying: “Mom… I want to eat melon candy.”

At that time, he almost thought that she would not be able to survive, but it was okay.

Perhaps it was at that time that Jing Ziheng planted an obsession in his heart. ——He wanted to give her melon candies.

“Do you want to eat?” He asked again.

He brought the candy closer to her, and watched the little girl unconsciously twitch her nose, and poked her head out a little, chasing it.

The longing in her eyes was clear.

“I want to eat.” She still couldn’t hold back, revealing the truth in her heart.

“Ten big characters tomorrow.”

Seeing the change in the other parties attitude, Ye Mi’s expression revealed her internal struggle.

As long as she writes ten big characters for a day, she can exchange it for the coveted melon candy, which seems to be a good deal.

After hesitating for a long time, she still made up his mind: “Deal!”

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Mi immediately opened her mouth impatiently, waiting to be fed.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually took the melon candy away in front of her, and announced coldly: “Today is too late, and you have brushed your teeth. You can eat it tomorrow when you get up.

” She jumped out from under the blanket, hung on Jing Ziheng’s back, and reached out to grab the melon candy.