Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

On the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, schools are closed.

The four of them agreed to leave school together. Zhao Quan did not get into Huazhong University after all, and just returned to the city at the end of the year. Li Muhua asked the tutor of the Mechanical Engineering Department to arrange for him to work in a machinery factory.

Li Muhua felt a lot of regret for what happened to Zhao Quan.

He should have had no problem getting admitted to university in 77, but unfortunately he was too ambitious and missed the opportunity.

After that, the questions became more and more difficult every year. The city students all had full-time studies and teachers, while he was working as a farmer in the countryside, so naturally he could never pass the exams again.

This year, the last batch of educated youth applied for the exam. Zhao Quan had no choice but to return to the city...

Knowing that Yang Liu was going to Li Muhua's house, Dong Shuwan and Han Lu comforted her all the way, saying that the Li family was very kind and friendly.

Both of them have dealt with the Li family and are familiar with their character.

Although Yang Liu was listening, she looked confident, as if nothing in the world could stop her.

Li Muhua looked at the two of them helplessly, and always felt that they were creating a tense atmosphere.

"Can you please stop talking about my family?"

Li Muhua said aggrievedly: "My home is not a dangerous place. You have all been there. What you should worry about is that I went to Green City to meet her father at the beginning of the year."

"If I don't come to report next year, remember to call the police and put an ad in the newspaper. Maybe it can save my life!"

Dong Shuwan smiled and said, "That's great. There's one less scourge in the world. We should celebrate in the newspaper!"

"Ho~"

"We are sworn brothers and we will die on the same day of the same month of the same year," said Li Muhua.

"Bah!" Dong Shuwan spat lightly, saying disdainfully: "I'm not sworn brotherhood with you!"

After that, Dong Shuwan asked again: "Now that you have met your parents, you should get the marriage certificate next year, right?"

"Yes!" Li Muhua nodded, "If everything goes well, we can get the marriage certificate in March or April."

"Oh!" Dong Shuwan suppressed the disappointment in her eyes and asked, "Don't get engaged first?"

Li Muhua shook her head to indicate that she was not going to get engaged.

"I'll be 28 next year!"

"I just want to marry Yang Liu as soon as possible. If I wasn't afraid of her father, I would want to get the marriage certificate first before going to Green City!"

Li Muhua was a little impatient. Yang Liu seemed to be taking the initiative, but she was very strict on matters of principle and would only kiss.

Yang Liu smiled as she listened to the two of them talking, and invited them, "We'll let you know when we set a date, and you must come to our wedding. I'm still waiting for your blessings!"

They both nodded in agreement.

Yang Liu added: "Not just the two of you, there are also Hu Lai and Zhao Quan!"

Hearing this, Li Muhua asked directly: "Is it Zhou Ru you want to talk about the most?"

Yang Liu has always been hostile to Zhou Ru, so Li Muhua asked this question.

Yang Liu shook her head, but then said, "I don't want to see her, but I think we should invite her. After all, I congratulated you when you got married. Now it's our turn to get married, so she should congratulate me too, right?"

When the two of them talked about Zhou Ru, Dong Shuwan and Han Lu naturally didn't dare to interrupt.

"We don't need her blessing, and my parents definitely don't want to see her, especially on our wedding day!"

Unable to refute, Li Muhua could only bring up her own parents.

Yang Liu then turned her head away and muttered, "If you don't want to invite her, then don't. She owes me a lot anyway, so she doesn't care about a few words of blessing!"

Although Yang Liu agreed, she was a little unhappy.

Li Muhua hurriedly hugged her and praised her, "She is indeed a good daughter-in-law to my parents. She is so nice to my parents even before they meet. If we meet her, won't she be Mrs. Tang in the future?"

After hearing this, Yang Liu thought about Mrs. Tang for a moment, then immediately pushed Li Muhua's hand away.

"Get lost, you are Mrs. Tang!"

Her face flushed slightly, obviously thinking of the story about Mrs. Tang.

Li Muhua looked up and saw the school gate in front of her. She smiled and said, "I'm not Mrs. Tang, because I'm Zhu Bajie!"

"I still have to carry my wife home!"

Seeing Dong Shuwan and Han Lu beside her, Yang Liu said shyly, "No, it's too cheap for you to take the bus back. It's better to carry me back next summer. Then you can carry me back and walk back!"

"Okay!" Li Muhua agreed without hesitation.

He secretly wondered in his heart what request he should make when Yang Liu asked him to carry him again. After all, he had received the certificate at that time, and he was a serf who had risen up and sang the praises of his ancestors!

Dong Shuwan and Han Lu both live in Dongcheng District and take a different bus from Li Muhua from Xicheng District.

There were only Li Muhua and Yang Liu in the car.

Looking at the night outside the window, Li Muhua couldn't help but think of the past.

"I still remember the year we went to Baiyun Temple. When we came back, you were always so sharp in your words. I was afraid it would be unsafe for you to go back alone. I wanted to send you off with good intentions but you treated me like a donkey. Then I left you behind and got off the car first!"

Li Muhua turned around and looked at Yang Liu and said, "But I regretted it after I got off the car, and I was worried that something might happen to you!"

"I didn't expect that after more than ten years, I would not be the one to send you home, but the one to take you home."

Li Muhua couldn't help but sigh.

More than a decade has passed in a flash, but the people around me remain the same.

Yang Liu leaned on Li Muhua's shoulder and said, "I know you have good intentions, but I was in a bad mood at the time, and I saw your greed for money, especially for a Taoist priest's money, so I just despised you!"

Li Muhua was not surprised to hear Yang Liu's explanation.

"You are a rich woman. When you were in elementary school, you could easily take out two dollars from your pocket. I only had ten cents a week in pocket money at that time. I cheated the old Taoist priest out of three dollars in total. I didn't dare to spend a penny. I used it all to write books!"

"Old Taoist priest!" Yang Liu muttered, and then asked: "How is the old Taoist priest now?"

"Based on his age, he should be dead by now!"

"He died, just like our class teacher Xu Ming, in 66!" said Li Muhua.

"Oh!" Yang Liu nodded.

His eyes were complicated, and it was hard to tell whether they were joy, regret, ridicule, or mockery.

Li Muhua asked curiously, "You were only 11 or 12 years old at that time. How come you remember all these things so clearly?"

Li Muhua was really curious about this matter. He was in his twenties at the time and had a terrifying memory, so it was not surprising that he could remember it. But how could Yang Liu remember it?

Not only that, he discovered that Yang Liu remembered a lot of things from elementary school, and could answer almost anything he asked.

"If you can remember it, what's so strange about me remembering it?" Yang Liu glanced away unconsciously.

Li Muhua quickly shouted: "You are lying! You are lying!"

"We agreed that we can't hide anything from each other!"

Seeing that Li Muhua knew that she was lying, Yang Liu continued to look at the scenery outside the window and said weakly: "I have the habit of writing a diary, so I remember some things."

"Write a diary?" Li Muhua asked curiously.

Yang Liu sensed the confusion and asked, "You don't write a diary?"

"I don't write a diary!" Li Muhua answered simply: "Because those who write diaries are not serious people!"

Seeing Yang Liu's unhappy expression, Li Muhua quickly continued to explain: "Who can write the truth in the diary?"

"Can what is written be considered as what is in your heart?"

Li Muhua didn't say the last two words, fearing that Yang Liu would be angry with him.

Yang Liu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart and asked, "Do you want to read my diary? I promise that what I wrote is what's in my heart!"

Seeing her speaking so kindly, Li Muhua felt a little worried.

He bullied Yang Liu a lot when they were kids. How could he write a good word about himself in his diary?

Li Muhua didn't believe it, maybe he was holding a grudge -