Feminism and donkeys

The next day, when Qingxuan woke up from the bed, there was no one around him.

Going downstairs, Zhimai was aggressively communicating with the girl at the front desk in dialect.

The little girl looked very unhappy, she pouted and said something, and finally took out her mobile phone and scanned Zhimai's code.

"Senior Sister, do you know that you were killed as a water fish?"

While Zhimai transferred the money to her, he said that the hotel cheated foreigners and raised the price by nearly double.

Qingxuan smiled, and took her hand generously.

They tasted special snacks these days, went to famous scenic spots, left everything behind and played wildly for a few days, Qingxuan tacitly did not mention what happened that night.

Zhimai took a lot of photos, and every night he lowered his head to retouch the photos, and then picked out the best ones, and squeezed next to Qingxuan to ask for opinions.

Qingxuan had no objection, saying that each picture was very beautiful.

Zhimai pouted and was dissatisfied with her perfunctory, and insisted on asking her to choose: "Hurry up, hurry up, I want to post Jiugongge!"

Qingxuan touched Zhimai's hair, said with a smile whether it was this or that, and put all the pictures together into a long picture, so that they can be sent out together.

Playing also requires energy, and the two of them are very tired every day.

Everything here is new to Qingxuan, such as local customs, food specialties, astronomy and geography, etc. You can see undulating mountains in the distance from anywhere. yarn.

Tomorrow, I’m going to punch in the last internet celebrity tourist spot, Ganniushan.

Ganniu Mountain is the highest peak in the area, and the temples on the mountain attract many tourists. I heard that the gods and Buddhas there are responsive and very spiritual.

The two cuddled up on the same bed early that night, they pressed each other's hair, and decided to watch the sunrise the next day.

It was too early to fall asleep, the two started chatting, Qingxuan touched Zhimai's head, inserted his fingers into the other's hair, and listened quietly.

Then, she began to babble about her childhood, always running on the ridge with a windmill, or going down to the pond to catch small fish and shrimp, or picking wild flowers at the foot of the mountain, climbing trees and digging out bird nests

Speaking of the inevitable, Zhimai still mentioned her native family.

Although I cried once a few days ago, I can never finish vomiting the black mud of emotions. By Qingxuan's side, Zhimai is very hypocritical and feels very wronged.

"Senior sister, it would be great if people could choose their origins." Zhimai raised his head and looked directly at Qingxuan, "I really envy you."

Qingxuan was stunned. If she felt something, she groped for the weaving wheat hand under the bed and held it tightly.

"Sometimes I feel that I was picked up, and my younger brother is my own."

Zhimai looked at the ceiling, and her parents were always venting on her due to the pressure of survival, always cursing or using hands, "They must think so, look, even though they are at the bottom of the society and are treated badly by others, there are still people at home. A dog for me to drive."

"But, I have done my best, why can't they treat me better?" Zhimai wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry, and her tears had already run out.

Qingxuan was stunned when he heard the words, not knowing how to comfort Zhimai, any words were pale.But she kept saying over and over that it would be fine, everything would be fine.

The two fell asleep in a heavy atmosphere.

That night, Qingxuan turned over in a daze, stretched out her hand, and found that the bed next to her was empty, and she suddenly woke up.

Sitting up in shock, I suddenly saw a figure on the balcony.

Qingxuan got out of bed and walked over to put a dress on Zhimai, only to see her expressionless, looking into the distance, as if her mind was wandering.

Qingxuan followed his gaze, it was pitch black, the road was only lit by street lamps, and there was nothing outside.

There seems to be a glass cover around Zhimai, which isolates everyone, and even Qingxuan can't touch her.

"Senior sister, do you know that my grades in the college entrance examination are actually not very good, and I can only come in by relying on the policy of bonus points." Zhimai lowered his head and laughed at himself, let out a breath, and looked calm.

"Let's go see Teacher Mei tomorrow." She folded her arms tightly, her eyes were slack, and she didn't focus on anything.

The teacher Mei mentioned by Zhimai was her class teacher in the third grade of junior high school.

The head teacher is called Rose, and she is very strict.Her back is straight, but her clothes are always empty, and she looks thin and small.

The hair is sparse, mottled with half of the white hair, the eye sockets are deep-set, the black and yellow skin is full of grooves, the corners of the mouth are down, and the face is always stern.

But she always softened her expression when facing Zhimai.

Zhimai is the first in the class and has high hopes, but this is far from enough.

Too many people in the small town dropped out of school after compulsory education, and went to work after a few years of perfunctory, so the ranking is meaningless, and the competitiveness of weaving wheat is not great.

The class teacher teaches Chinese, and occasionally works part-time in other subjects. He always likes to get off the podium, give lectures at the students' desks, and walk from one end to the other.

Zhimai is the representative of the Chinese department. The liberal arts department is very spiritual, and the head teacher especially likes her.

I often read her composition in class, and advocated that the classmates in the class learn from her many times. Every time, I commented two lines more than others. When she dozed off, she would come to her and gently tap on the table.

Sometimes, the family forgot to give Zhimai lunch money, and the class teacher took her home to eat after learning about it, so that she would not suffer from stomach pain.

The class teacher loves roses very much, loves its bright color and thorns, and told the story of her name change more than once in class, but there are a lot of roses planted in her home.

Zhimai said bluntly, these are not roses, the teacher was deceived.

The head teacher was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly, and patted the student's head: "All the seeds have been planted, and the shape is similar."

Her real name was very common, but she refused to accept her fate, and resolutely went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to change her name when she became an adult.

The head teacher likes poetry very much, and often reads it while shaking his head, intoxicated by it.

"The emperor can't get on the boat, and he calls himself a minister of wine."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star."

"All the sages and sages in ancient times died, but the drinkers kept their names."

Zhimai also likes Shixian very much, it is a kind of arrogance and freedom that blows her face, which is something she did not have when she was born.

It's a pity that Li Bai's ideal is free and easy, but Du Fu's life is in distress.

Studying in a small place, without resources and famous teachers, is nothing but hard work.

Even if strict paramilitary management is implemented, according to the usual practice, no more than 5 students from this school can enter the best high school in the county.

How can there be any ambition to be poor and firm but not to fall into the blue clouds? The growth path of women is full of temptations.

The principal found Zhimai and promised her that she would be able to enter the best local high school smoothly.

The male teacher seemed to be in a dilemma, hesitated to speak, looked at Zhimai with complicated eyes, swallowed hard, and finally made a request: as long as she went to have dinner with them tonight.

The student naturally trusts the teacher, trusts wholeheartedly in the engineer of the human soul.

It couldn't be easier to keep her in high school with just one meal.Zhimai didn't think too much, and quickly got into the car.

This was the first time she went to such a high-end restaurant.

When she got to the box, she realized something was wrong.

Security guards are at the door of the box.

The box was full of men and female students.

Men in shirts and black trousers, or in suits and leather shoes, with a female student sitting beside them.

Zhimai was not the youngest, but the youngest was a fifth-grade pupil sitting next to her, with a red scarf still tucked into her pocket, bulging, revealing a red horn.

They all came to accompany the drink.