Suisui at Seventy

"Go? Go home." Song Weizheng suddenly said to Jiang Suusui.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people in the classroom, Jiang Suisui actually wanted to leave a long time ago. It's a little far away from her home, and now it's getting darker and earlier, and I will go back in the dark if I don't go for a while.

She looked forward, um, although there were only a few people, she was very enthusiastic, and there was no shortage of her as an audience.

"Come and go!" Jiang Suisui quickly echoed in a low voice.

When the two of them slipped out of the classroom and walked on the field path, Jiang Suisui couldn't help but sigh: "In fact, it's good to have a literacy class in the village, but it's a pity that everyone doesn't like to listen."

Song Weizheng chuckled and said with a hint of helplessness: "It's not that I don't like listening, it's that I don't have time, energy, and patience."

When Jiang Suisui heard the words, if he realized: "Yes, you have to satisfy your material life before you have the energy to think about your spiritual life."

"Right," Jiang Suisui asked with interest, "you just said that it's boring to listen to someone else's lecture. Have you ever listened to someone else's class before?"

Song Weizheng suddenly looked at her: "Do you think I haven't read a book and can't read words?"

Jiang Suisui's eyes avoided: "Um...No, I'm not asking you." What the book said, not what I said!

At this moment, he just walked to a tree, Song Weizheng suddenly raised his hand and jumped up slightly. When he was standing, there was an extra branch in his hand.

Jiang Suisui opened his eyes wide: "Wow!" So flexible!

I saw Song Weizheng squatting down on one knee, holding the branch and starting to write on the dirt ground.

Jiang Suisui squatted down beside him, hugged his knees and looked down.

"Jiang, Sui, Sui." She followed Song Weizheng's brushstrokes and said word by word, and then exclaimed: "It's my name!"

I don't know why she laughed, a little happy.

Jiang Suisui simply took the branch from Song Weizheng and made gestures on the ground. She wrote and said: "Song, Wei, Zheng!"

After writing, she clapped the grey on her hands, and said proudly: "How about it? Relations with courtesy!"

Song Weizheng smiled at the three words, but did not speak.

Then Jiang Suisui looked at the characters on the ground carefully, and exclaimed: "Your characters are actually pretty good-looking, and you have a sharp pen. Who did you learn it from?"

Song Weizheng picked up the branch and traced the three words just written on the ground little by little: "I learned it from my mother."

"Oh..." Not surprisingly, Song Rulan looked like a young lady who had read books. Jiang Suisui exclaimed, "Aunt Lan is really good!"

Song Weizheng ticked the corner of his mouth: "So, you don't have to test whether I want to go to school. Although I haven't been to school, I can still recognize the basic words."

"I have no temptation..." Jiang Suisui was guilty, she just felt that if a big man who could climb up from the bottom, if he had the opportunity to study when he was young, wouldn't it be easier and more powerful in the future?

"If there are conditions, I hope everyone can receive education, enlightenment and enlightenment, it is absolutely beneficial and harmless." Jiang Suisui said.

"Well, you're right." Song Weizheng said lightly: "Who doesn't want to study easily? But for the people here, there is no way out for reading, so it is better to plant the ground in a down-to-earth manner."

Jiang Suisui quickly said: "There is no way out now, it doesn't mean that there is no way out in the future!"

"Maybe...maybe one day in the future, the country will open the college entrance examination. All people, regardless of class, rich or poor, regardless of age, can pass the exam to enter the ideal university, and get a satisfactory job through the income from education. , Or improve one's life through the skills learned." Jiang Suisui said excitedly.

Song Weizheng was stunned when she heard it, and was somewhat moved by the bright prospects she said and described.

But he only regarded this as Jiang Suisui's innocent thought, and couldn't bear to refute her, so he nodded and said, "Well, that sounds good."

Jiang Suisui heard his perfunctory dissatisfaction, and said, "Huh, don't think I am dreaming. There is a word called heart and sincerity, and there is a word called, if you never forget it, there will be repercussions. One day, maybe soon. In the future, good things will slowly come true."

Song Weizheng couldn't help leaking a gentle smile when she saw her words seriously.

"Well, I believe you, and I believe that good things will happen slowly." After a pause, Song Weizheng threw the branch to the ground, stood up on his knees, "Let's go, it's late, go home."

Jiang Suisui hurriedly got up to follow, and his footsteps briskly hovered behind him: "Go home!"

Under the deep blue sky, the moon began to hang high, and the night gradually descended. Under the moon-shrouded tree, two names side by side were carved in the mud.

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After the autumn harvest, the weather gradually became cold, and the villagers began a new round of winter planting.

Jiang Suisui sat beside the ridge, holding a dog's tail grass in his hand, looking boredly at the wide field.

She stretched her waist and muttered: "It's really hard to be idle all year round..."

"Sister Sui Sui!" A clear voice came from behind.

Jiang Suisui turned his head to look, Song Yuxue ran to her.

"Slow down, don't worry," Jiang Suisui said softly.

Song Yuxue ran to her, her cheeks flushed: "I'm late."

Jiang Suisui: "It's not too late, it's not too late, we don't have a standard time."

She patted the grass next to her and said, "Sit down and take a breather, and then go to work after taking a break."

Song Yuxue sat next to her, fumbled from her pocket, took out a still warm egg, and handed it to Jiang Suisui: "Sister Suisui, I'll eat it for you."

Jiang Suisui waved his hand: "I told you not to bring me eggs. Why are you so stubborn? It's really stubborn."

During this period of time, Jiang Suisui took Song Yuxue up the mountain every day to collect firewood, pig grass and dig wild vegetables. The two became more and more familiar. Song Yuxue was no longer awkward when calling her sister, and always remembered that Jiang was fed before Suisui. Regarding her eggs, she took out an egg for her every once in a while.

Jiang Suisui resolutely refused at the beginning, but couldn't hold back Song Yuxue's perseverance, and couldn't bear to push her heart down, so she closed it.

The result was repeated and repeated.

Song Yuxue: "My mother asked me to bring you, not me."

"..." Jiang Suisui obediently accepted: "Thank you Aunt Lan for me."

While eating the fragrant boiled eggs, she sighed, Song Weizheng's life has been a lot better, he must be secretly trying to make money again, really want to hold the thigh...

But Jiang Suisui hadn't seen Song Weizheng for quite a while. According to Song Yuxue, he went out early and returned late every day, and she hadn't even seen her a few times.

Everyone in the village said that Song Weizheng, an unworthy person, was absent from work all day and didn't know where he was. I must be unable to bear it, and I don't want to be burdened by raising the two of my family. Song Dashun is also unlucky. What is the use of marrying a beautiful wife? He died a long time ago, and his son became a gangster in the end.

Those who pass by don't tsk, express disdain and sympathy.

Jiang Suisui was amused and thought to himself, people at this time probably never thought that the **** boy would become a generation of business tycoons in the future.

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On the other side, there was another person who was worried about not finding a chance to get close to Song Weizheng.

For several days in the morning, Jiang Miaomiao exhausted his two lifetimes of patience and waited for the place where Song Weizheng usually went to the trade union. From before dawn until the sun was about to rise, people came and went in the fields. See you Less than the figure of Song Weizheng.

Jiang Miaomiao was so bored that he stomped his feet, and the weeds under his feet were about to be stomped: "This Song Weizheng, I don't know why he went, and I can't catch anyone who hasn't been in sight all day long."

She was almost dragged by her mother to go on a blind date yesterday. If she hadn't slid fast, the marriage would have been impossible to escape. For this, she was beaten last night. God knows how much Jiang Miaomiao wants to cry. He has exhausted the suffering of a man in his previous life, and he will still be beaten when he comes back in this life. The mallet for washing clothes was hammered down, and the bones hurt!

The hateful thing is that Song Weizheng is also incapable of dripping in, and he is unreasonable when talking to him, and hides far away if he gets closer. Jiang Miaomiao almost crushed his teeth, what kind of Tang monk was pretending to be a Tang monk in his heart!

Recently, she was going to be hard-hearted and learn from the shameless Jiang Sui-sui, a hero to save the United States, no matter how good she is, she must rely on him, but he will not be seen all day!

She almost went directly to Song Weizheng's family and went to post it.

Jiang Miaomiao was discouraged and went to work on time. After returning home in the evening, he directed Jiang Xiuxiu to cook, and he lay on the bed and didn't want to move.

"That's right!" After a while, Jiang Miaomiao suddenly bounced up and rolled out of the bed, fumbled under the bed for a while, and pulled out a cloth bag.

"Why did I forget you?" Jiang Miaomiao said happily, touching the cloth bag.

Recently, there are too many troubles, and I almost forgot the antique she picked up.

However, Jiang Miaomiao was happy for a while, and suddenly fell down: "The baby is a good baby, but there is no place to change money. What's the point of being rotten in his hands?"

She didn't know where the person who picked up the antique made his fortune in the previous life. She is a small village girl who has no way out. The farthest place she has been to is a town dozens of miles away. Who does she exchange for this antique? What's more, no one can afford to buy this small broken place.

According to her plan, she intends to keep this antique until the market opens. At that time, she can trade freely, and she can go to other cities without a letter of introduction. It shouldn't be difficult to ship it smoothly.

But now she can't wait. Either there is money or a man, the two must be the same, so that she can be confident in front of her mother.

"Sister, what are you doing there holding a bunch of tatters?" Jiang Xiuxiu opened the door and called her to eat. Seeing Jiang Miaomiao squatting on the ground with a sad expression, she was a little puzzled.

Jiang Miaomiao said in a huff: "What are you talking about? This is not tattered! It's a baby!"

Jiang Xiuxiu was a little dazed by her inexplicable anger.

My sister's temper is getting worse and worse recently. Yesterday, she ran away from the blind date her mother had decided. In the end, she could only be pushed out...

Jiang Xiuxiu recalled the blind date yesterday, and couldn't help but blush. According to the custom of the village, the eldest sister must marry first before she can find her husband's family. But yesterday my mother said that as long as the other party is satisfied, she has no objection, and the marriage is set.

He should be satisfied, right? Jiang Xiuxiu recalled the simple smile on the face of the man he saw yesterday, and fell into shyness and expectation.