Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

“I have to go to town.” Jing Ziheng saw that Ye Mi’s collar was not turned up properly, so he stretched out his hand to tidy it up for her.　　

“Why are you so dazed, running around without even getting dressed.”　　

“I’m in a hurry to send Zhang Xiaohong off.”　　Speaking of ‘delivery’, Ye Mi suddenly remembered something, grabbed Jing Ziheng’s sleeve: “Can you stop by the post office?”　

“Yes, you want to mail something?”　　

His purpose this time included the post office, and it was very convenient to send off something for his little wife along the way.　　

“Wait for me.” Ye Mi ran into the room, found a small package from the closet, took it out and handed it to Jing Ziheng.　　

“What’s this?”　　

The point was who it was going to be sent to, it didn’t even have a little note with an accompanying address on it.　　

“This ……” Ye Mi lowered her eyes and said somewhat uncomfortably, “It’s a yearly gift.”　　

Seeing that Jing Ziheng didn’t understand, she explained: “It’s it New Year’s Eve. I was thinking about giving your parents some presents or something. I don’t have anything else. It’s just my sewing skills, so I just Made a handkerchief for my aunt, and a pair of shoes for my uncle.”　　

The shoe size was something she had accidentally heard Jing Ziheng mention, that his size was the same as his father’s, and secretly made a note of it.　　

Ye Mi deliberately made it a half a size bigger, so that it can be worn comfortably. If it is a little too big, a pair of thick socks will do.　　

“I… I did it casually, and I don’t know if my uncle and aunt will like it.”　　

Afraid of being rejected, the little girl’s thin fingers were almost tangled into twists.　　

How can you be so well behaved?　　

There was some tenderness in the cold black eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and through the gloves, a big palm that could reveal warmth fell on the top of Yemi’s head, rubbed it a little hard, and rubbed her hair into a bird nest: “Mom and Dad.”　　

“What?” Ye Mi looked up suspiciously, not understanding.　　

“My parents are also your parents. Uncle and aunt are called wrong. They should be called parents.” Jing Ziheng emphasized.　　

“Are we talking about the same topic? Mr. Jing, you are not good at following a conversation.” Classmate Ye Mi seized the opportunity and wanted to rebel.　　

Ah……　　

Teacher Jing sneered and said, “People scold the cook when they are full. You haven’t finished your studies yet, so you want to discuss academic issues with the teacher?”　　

“No, just kidding.”　　

The little head shrank, instantly embarrassed.　　

The slender fingertips gently tapped the little girl’s head: “As long as it is a gift from the their daughter in law, no matter what it is, our parents will like it.”　　

Jing Ziheng placed the parcel wrapped with a piece of Ye Mi’s heart preciously, and found two pieces of twine to tie it up to ensure that it would not be easily knocked over, and then rode his bicycle to the town.　　

Ye Mi stood at the door watching him leave, and suddenly kicked a small stone away: “Liar, my parents are not like this.”　　

In the first year of going to the countryside, Ye Mi and her family had argued, but she still tried to find a way to send a letter home every month, and sometimes she would send some local products she got here, or made by herself. A little gadget, she wanted give to give her brother to play with.　　But every letter went out without a trace, and there was no splash, let alone a reply.　　

In the second year, she was still sending letters, but the frequency changed from one letter per month to one every three or four months.　　

Because she was running out of money to buy stamps.　　

In the third year, she stopped sending.　　Knowing that she has been abandoned by her family, and that no one would read her letters, and they might even think that she was taking up too much of their space by sending too much waste paper home, so why not just let both sides have a clean break ?　　

In this way, she can save some stamp money and buy two catties of grain for herself.　　

After being forced to copy the book by Jing Ziheng for so long, there was a sentence in the book that touched Ye Mi deeply.　　

Three feet of ice is not frozen in a day.　　

Reminiscent of herself, in fact, her giving up on her family is not just because she was forced to go to the countryside, but the abandonment of her family after she went to the countryside is the main reason that really chills her heart.　　

“Sister Yemi.” A somewhat shy rough voice came from behind.　　

Ye Mi turned her head when she heard the sound: “Brother Erhu?”　　

The visitor is the second son of Shen Chunshui’s family, Shen Erhu.　　

“Why are you standing outside the gate and not going in?” Shen Erhu asked casually.　　

“Oh, it’s my man who just went to the town to do some errands, so I came out to see him off.” Ye Mi said.　

“So ah …… on …… me ……” Shen Erhu stood outside the door of Ye Mi’s house and did not go, a stammering appearance　　

Ye Mi saw it: “Did Brother Erhu want something from me?”　　

Shen Erhu nodded repeatedly and smiled naively.　　

“I have something to trouble you with, sister.”