The vixen's journey through time

When the young educated youth saw him now, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He had no time to hide and was limping when he ran away.

And Gu Yu had just tasted some sweetness. Even though his body was still craving for sweetness, he could only wrong his baby first, thinking that the future would be long. After all, he really felt sorry for the little educated youth.

This is my daughter-in-law, she will live with her for the rest of her life.

Don't be greedy for one-day happiness. A lifetime is so long, and there will be time for you to show your full potential.

Tang City thousands of miles away

Zhang Yang is the principal of the county middle school. Today is Sunday. It is a rare day off. After breakfast, he picked up the newspaper on the table and read it as usual.

He likes to read the facts, thoughts, short stories, poems, etc. in it, but today's content is completely different.

Today's newspaper is really a bit strange. "It's dawn" is written in three big characters in the middle, but the entire article is about earthquakes.

He was a little surprised. He quickly took off his glasses and breathed at the lenses, then wiped them carefully with his sleeve. After putting them back on, he looked carefully again.

The content is still the same as before. The size, location, and word count of "It's Dawn" have not changed, and the earthquake-related content has not changed.

Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, but looked seriously.

However, the more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became. At his age, he could be the head of a school, and he was someone who often read newspapers and paid attention to practical matters. His sense of smell was very sensitive.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Zhang Yang stood up violently, with a sudden and huge movement that overturned the chair.

After hearing the commotion, Zhang Yang's wife hurriedly came out of the kitchen and saw clearly that the expression on his face was the same solemn one as when his friend was taken away for investigation a few years ago.

Zhang Yang's wife hiccupped in her heart, but she pretended to be relaxed and said: "You old man, why are you so anxious this early in the morning? You don't want to go to school today."

After saying that, her heart kept thinking high.

It’s better to have a peaceful life these days! At their age, they can no longer bear the trouble.

一言惊醒梦中人，张阳死死盯着报纸上那句“让我们一起记住7月28日3点42分53秒这个时间”。

He suddenly realized, "Yes! It's still early! There's still time to prepare! Don't panic! Don't panic..."

Zhang Yang said, don't panic. His body had already rushed out uncontrollably. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

Turning around, looking at the worry in his wife's eyes, he felt infinite guilt in his heart.

This woman had been with him for most of his life. He was an ambitious young man who had returned from studying in Russia and was very talented. In order to retain him, the organization introduced her to him, who was illiterate.

In the early years, he was busy with his career and had no interest in marriage, so he accepted it calmly.

When they first married him, the two of them were neither salty nor hot, and their lives were neither hot nor cold.

In fact, the two of them had nothing in common. He told her about literature, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and songs, and she told him about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

He told her about molecular quantum, and she told him how to treat a penny like two cents spent.

He told her that he had published a few more articles, and she told him that the old man next door beat his wife again, and the beating made her cry and howl.

Vanilla's indignant look made him want to join her in criticizing this bad behavior. If he hadn't dragged her along, she would have gone to help with a kitchen knife.

He also tried to change the way the two of them got along, and he tried to improve her cultural literacy.

He took her to his study room and taught her to write their names one stroke at a time, but she excitedly knocked over his ink, staining the table and each other.

Seeing her apology, which almost made her cry, he was helpless and speechless. After all, he couldn't change a woman with deep roots.

That being the case, he began to try to change himself.

The first time he went into the kitchen to wash dishes, bang, he dropped a good broccoli bowl to the floor and broke into pieces.

She was afraid that his hand would be cut by the debris, so she quickly pushed him out of the kitchen and carefully cleaned up the mess without any complaints.

The second time he entered the kitchen was on her birthday. He wanted to make her a bowl of longevity noodles. After wasting several kilograms of flour, he finally made a piece of noodles that was more than one meter thick, and he happily started cooking it.

Finally, a bowl of hot noodle soup was cooked, but the woman ate it all with satisfaction. She said: "Sir, in this life, vanilla is destined to follow you!"

He was filing in the study room, and through the open window, he saw her planting vegetables in the backyard. Seeing her small body carrying a load of water to water, he hurriedly closed the cap of his pen.

Put it down, stand up, and stride towards her.

"I'll do it..." After saying that, Zhang Yang asked Vanilla to stand aside, and he bent down, ready to pick it up.

However, he couldn't lift it up. Oops, OMG, why did the magic fail?

Zhang Yang suddenly blushed, but he did not give up. Instead, he looked at the vegetable field beside him, lowered his head and said, "This land feels a little under watered. I'll water it more."

So, Vanilla watched helplessly as her husband poured half a bucket of water on this vegetable. Fortunately, he poured water from the other bucket on another vegetable. Otherwise, she was really worried that they would be flooded. die.

Vanilla was angry and funny, but she didn't stop him and chose to continue watching his performance.

Of course, Zhang Yang lived up to his expectations. Half a bucket of water was what he could bear. He carried the load, swaying from side to side, not forgetting to be brave, "This water carrying is really heavy for you women." If it’s too late, a man will be needed. If you need to carry water for irrigation in the future, just tell me.”

Zhang Yang's tone was relaxed, of course, if you ignore his grinning expression.

Vanilla did not expose him, but at night, when Zhang Yang was taking a bath, he saw a bottle of medicated oil placed in a conspicuous place on the shelf.

Zhang Yang's face was filled with warmth again, but he still wiped the medicinal oil on his shoulders honestly, but said disapprovingly: "This woman is too underestimated."

But when he looked at his thin and fair body, he had the consciousness to keep fit for the first time.

After finishing the bath and coming out, he said to Vanilla with twinkling eyes: "Why is there a bottle of medicated oil in the bathroom? I just knocked it over without seeing it. There is only half a bottle left in it. You can take it out and put it away later. It’s safer to put things in a dry and cool place.”

This rhetoric could only fool him.

Vanilla nodded in agreement, but she shouted in her heart: "I am the gentleman who will be strong in my life!"

Zhang Yang always thought that their lives would be so ordinary. He continued to focus on his career and occasionally spared one or two thoughts to deal with her. There was no way he could live his life.

But what happened later caught them off guard. When his friend and colleague was taken away by his wife, and he came back covered in bruises and did not survive the next day, he began to worry and fear.

But the more he was afraid of something, the more likely it would come. After all, he could not escape being taken away for questioning.