Ten years in love with GL

Xian Chenghai said, "I didn't realize that, you are a philosopher."

Jiang Yanling said: "Didn't you say, don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes?"

Xian Chenghai felt that this younger sister was not simple, so he raised his head and asked her, "Is there any?"

She said eloquently: "I have to be optimistic, and she must not want to see me sad."

Xian Chenghai said, "Are you still used to this place?"

This question is really difficult. She hasn't stayed here for a full day, and she still has the mentality of a tourist in her heart. However, being with vegetable markets and old-fashioned residential areas makes her feel at ease. Xian Chenghai doesn't think so. He is not used to being down-to-earth. Sister, I went straight to the hotel.

She imitated the local people's language and slowly got in touch with the new environment. In just half a day, she saw many interesting people and things, but the person she most wanted to share these fun with was no longer there.Just like that shuttlecock, without the power of its feet, it could only fall miserably to the ground.

She wanted to cry again, her eyes were quivering, as if she had already shed all her tears.

When the two walked out of the restaurant, the frolicking students in the residential area disappeared, replaced by uncles and aunts enjoying the cool and lounging, fanning cattail fans with one hand, playing with walnuts with the other, chatting about family affairs, blowing about the neighbors, Jiang Yanling asked Why did those students disappear? Xian Chenghai said that everyone is preparing for the final exam, and now they are busy at home.

She saw a boy sitting at the door doing his homework with the lamp on, next to the cardboard was written "Collect used appliances, books, newspapers and periodicals". His parents were watching people playing cards in a circle, and a fly landed on the tip of his nose.

After only watching for two seconds, she and Xian Cheng went upstairs.

The corridors are full of the smell of rice from every household, as well as the voices of housewives cursing, one after another.The narrow corner of them was not very peaceful. As soon as she got home, she went back to her room, looked at the brightly lit night market downstairs, and enjoyed the cool breeze.

She was about to go to school. Because she didn't have a local registered permanent residence, she had to pay high borrowing fees. The school was two blocks away. Xian Chenghai arranged a bicycle for her and had someone paint it pink and blue, especially for her. conspicuous.She was going to high school after the summer vacation, and their school had a good reputation, but even so, she passed the entrance exam.

The director looked at her paper and said in a difficult way: "Your problem with writing in traditional characters...you have to correct it."

Jiang Yanling nodded seriously.

He also said: "Your habit of reading and writing from top to bottom and right to left... also needs to be corrected."

Jiang Yanling nodded again.

The traditional teaching that Shanxin and Chenglan are proud of has become her stumbling block. During the holidays, she often listens to the extremely lively voices outside the window, such as boys playing games, kicking a ball, and girls dancing rubber bands and shouting orders. Sitting on the desk by the window to write copybooks, such as "human beings are inherently good" or textbook articles, I often recite the entire text of Lu Xun. It turns out that education in the north and south of the motherland is connected by blood.

When she was distracted, she couldn't help but listen to the voice of Luobei Lihai. The local wind and dust will be heavy in the future, and she will wash it with water from time to time, but the voice is not as loud as it used to be.

She also tried to make a little stir-fry at home, and went to the vegetable market with the neighbors' mothers-in-law and mothers to buy vegetables. They bargained like a raging fire, and Jiang Yanling picked up some small ones behind. The elders like sweet and well-behaved ones. Be sensitive.

Xian Chenghai is tossing about foreign trade, getting goods from the island to resell in the local market, and these are some new gadgets. He communicates with the second generations he met while studying abroad. He only goes home when he rarely has time, and finds that there are too many in the kitchen Diesel, rice, oil and salt are really strange.

He ran to Jiang Yanling's room and said, "Are you cooking now?"

Jiang Yanling said yes, and he happily asked, "Who did you learn from? Is the money I gave you enough to buy vegetables?"

She said: "Aunt Wang next door and Grandma Qin upstairs, I also bought a cookbook, that's enough."

Xian Chenghai also noticed that her room was well-organized and spotless, so he frowned and said, "I asked an aunt to help you with the laundry and cooking. You are on vacation now, and you have time to mess around. You won't have time to clean up your house when school starts. , you have to keep up with the high school homework here."

Jiang Yanling said obediently: "Listen to you."

She has no other thoughts, she has food and shelter, her heartbeat is regular, and she has experienced life and death once, and her requirements for her surroundings are getting lower and lower.

It's no wonder that sincerity seems to have transformed, there is no need to force a smile, as Jiayi advocates, one's own feelings should be put first.

Xian Chenghai was about to leave, as if remembering something, he dropped something on her bed and said, "You take this, it's convenient for contact."

When Jiang Yanling saw it, it was a black call machine. It was popular back then. As soon as the mechanical bell rang, everyone would reflexively touch their buttocks.Hers is different from others, Xian Chenghai helped her tie a pink pendant, which reminded her of her pink and blue bicycle, it was a perfect match.

One day she was bored, and after talking on the phone with her grandma, she ran downstairs to play. A group of girls gathered around to discuss playing with the boys, but the boys refused and asked to buy book covers.Jiang Yanling felt that there was still money in his pocket, and followed them silently.

At that time, there were not many types of book covers. The cheap ones were as rough as straw paper, and the exquisite ones were too expensive. She looked at several styles over and over again, and thought that it would be more fun to doodle by herself.So she inexplicably bought a few large sheets of paper and a pile of paints and went home. After spreading them on the table, she realized that the patterns in her mind could not be transformed into real objects.

She had more energy than she wanted, so she had to hide the pile of utensils under the bed.

The nanny Xian Chenghai mentioned was ready soon. On the day she arrived at the post, she just got up to comb her hair, and then a woman came in and started to work without saying a word.When she finished dressing and came out of the room, there were already steaming soy milk and steamed buns on the table.After she washed up, she started to eat breakfast, but the two of them didn't speak because of embarrassment.

When the meal was almost finished, the new auntie took off her gloves and said, "Do you like to thicken the soup? If you want soup, just use water to simmer it, and you don't need to add sugar when cooking."

Jiang Yanling said, "Okay, I like sweeter ones."

The aunt rolled up her broken hair, revealing her delicate and fair cheeks: "Sweets are not good for girls' skin, especially in the dry weather here."

She is not used to the care of strangers, but she likes this aunt.

Xian Chenghai didn't live at home often, so he simply packed up his small room for his aunt to live in.At first, she shied away in every possible way because she had to take care of her daughter who had just entered high school at the same time. Later, she agreed when she learned that the two of them went to the same middle school and could take care of their daughter not far away.

She said: "I'll let you meet my daughter some other day. If you're new to the place and you're not familiar with it, she can still show you around."

"By the way, her name is Feng Jiaying, the home of the family, the firefly's firefly."

Jiang Yanling was in a daze for half a second, the name made it difficult for her to resist.

Chapter 28

Jiang Yanling got up early, rolled around on the bed twice and went to the balcony to water the green plants. The wind and dust here was heavy, and she had to wipe off the dust on the leaves with a wet rag every three or two days.Downstairs, there is the sound of the old man doing Tai Chi in the morning, the vegetable market is noisy, and the atmosphere of life is strong.

Auntie came early today, followed by a girl, presumably her daughter.

As soon as the girl came in and saw Jiang Yanling with disheveled hair and pajamas, she blurted out: "You are so beautiful!"

Jiang Yanling paused for a moment, then remembered that he was in a daze and didn't even comb his hair.She fumbled in the bathroom, and accidentally broke the rubber band. This was her last hair rope, and its body was blocking the water outlet at the moment.

The girl saw it and said: "I'll take you out to buy it, let's go shopping by the way!"

Jiang Yanling said, "It's early in the morning, is the store open?"

The girl scratched her head shyly and said, "You're so smart, why didn't I think of that."

Jiang Yanling found that the two of them had spoken only five or six sentences, and Feng Jiaying had already praised her twice. She was praised for her good-looking lunatic with disheveled hair, and she was praised for being smart. In addition, this ordinary-looking girl exuded a trustworthy atmosphere. Jiang Yanling was slow. Slowly put down her guard, she doesn't like others invading "her territory", but unexpectedly likes mother and daughter.

Jiang Yanling smiled and said, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"

The girl shook her head casually and said, "No!"

Not long after, the girl asked her hesitantly: "What's your name?"

Jiang Yanling spat out the toothpaste foam in his mouth and said, "You don't know my name?"

"My mother didn't tell me, she called you a girl."

Jiang Yanling asked curiously: "Isn't girl a daughter's name?"

"Here, you can call every girl you are close to a maiden. If you don't tell me your name, I'll call you little beauty."

Jiang Yanling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What kind of talk is this? How can beautiful women keep shouting. Besides, there are more beautiful ones."

"What should I call you? You can call me Jiaying!" She said with a chuckle, "Although this name doesn't match me, Tesven, I'm too rough, they all call me Feng's, and the word Ying is too delicate !"

Jiang Yanling said: "Then I can also call you Feng's family, is that okay?"

She froze for a moment, and said, "No, no problem... It's just that no one calls me Jiaying... I'll call you that..."

Jiang Yanling looked a little lonely, she sensed it, and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

"No... just my former friend... whose name is very similar to yours."

She understood: "Oh! You miss her! Don't you? Just call me Feng's family."

The aunt shouted in the kitchen: "What are the two talking about? It's time for breakfast."

They walked out of the room together, and the aunt said: "Go and wash your hands... Girl, what are you hiding?"

The Feng family hid in their room, and her mother said, "Skipping breakfast? Iron Man?"

"no……"

"Then hurry up and wash your hands!"