Goddess routine

After half a year of high school, Mo Xiaobei's height jumped to 1.6 meters nine.In the north where long-legged girls are everywhere, although such a height is nothing to say, for girls, being too tall is not a good thing.

Not every boy is as tall as Yao Ming, who holds his girlfriend who is nearly 1.7 meters by 1.8 meters, and walks beside him in high heels.

And there is another point, that is, she can no longer wear her cousin's clothes.

Mo Xiaobei's mother noticed this when she was helping her buy clothes. In order to make her daughter more gentle and pleasant, she tried her best to buy her a dress that looked cute and demure.

But chiffon skirts are good-looking, but they are also expensive.Seeing how her mother hesitated holding the label of a beautiful chiffon embroidered orchid skirt after her mother brought her into the store, Mo Xiaobei thoughtfully picked up a shirt that was half the price, and said with a smile, "Mom, I like it." this."

Her mother touched the label of the dress with some pity and reluctance, touched the money in her pocket, bowed her head and gave the money to the boss.

When he took her out of the store, he gave her ten yuan pocket money for the first time, with tears in his eyes, touched the back of her hand with his callused palm from farm work, and then took her home in a tricycle silently.

Mo Xiaobei was actually a little tired of doing things like this over and over again.Every time her mother took her to the store to buy clothes, she went to get two sets of shirts and jeans for 29 yuan without saying a word.After a year, all the clothes on her body were of this type.

It was a bit monotonous at first, but as she got older, her eyebrows and eyes became longer and more gentle and calm, and her skin gradually turned white because the time spent doing farm work at home became shorter and shorter.Paired with a snow-white shirt and sky-blue denim, in the early summer, it looks like a fresh bamboo painting, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

Mo Xiaobei himself didn't realize how good-looking he was, he just sat quietly by the window where he could see the wisteria, reading and writing. Then continue to do the questions.

Brilliantly blooming purple vines climb on the limestone walls, and occasionally some honey-gathering dragonflies and bees fly to the top.

Mo Xiaobei often looks outside in a daze and then looks at what is still in class, so she doesn't know that when she is in a daze, the person sitting behind her on the right is also looking at her.

You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.The bright moon adorns your windows, and you adorn other people's dreams.

Every time Su Ziqing reads this little poem by Bian Zhilin, he will think of the girl sitting by the window with a nice and gentle face.

Although she is still young, her gentle and easy-going attitude has gradually become apparent.

As the person with the best grades in the class, every time other people have any questions, they will go to her, and she will take the trouble to teach them every time until those people understand.

Who doesn't like someone who is gentle and kind and low-key.

What's more, that person treated her so well, so well.

Su Ziqing has never understood what people belong to and what people should and should not do.Since she was a child, she was disciplined by her mother to learn this and that, she rarely had the opportunity to meet her classmates, her preferences in the world, and her normal judgment of what men and women should do, she was very vague.Even if other people sometimes tell her what kind of boy she should find in the future, she just listens to it and doesn't understand why she must find a boy.

Under the influence of her father, she naturally likes people with a clean and gentle temperament.

So every time her gaze drifts to the left window unconsciously.

For a full year, no one knew what she was thinking.

The days are still passing, and the mathematical formulas on the blackboard in the class will never be wiped clean.

Chalk dust fell into the classroom full of girls' laughter and laughter along with the sunlight obliquely entering the classroom.

During evening self-study, the class was unusually quiet. The geography teacher who was in charge of the class sat on the podium and read the newspaper, waiting for everyone to ask questions.

Su Ziqing took out the practice questions, and when he was about to do it, a small note suddenly came from the seat in front of him.

She looked up in surprise, and saw Tang Wenxian, who was passing the note, pointing at the person buried by the window expressionlessly, and whispered, "She gave it."

Su Ziqing glanced over there, his eyes narrowed, and after a while, he took the note.

When I opened it up to read, there were only two simple sentences in it, "If you don't know how to spend your summer vacation, how about going to our house to escape the heat? Our house is in the country, and summer is very fun."

The content on this note made Su Ziqing very surprised. In her impression, when Mo Xiaobei met her, he didn't even dare to look at her. Now he dared to invite her to play at her house directly. It's really... ...Could it be a different person?

Su Ziqing was extremely curious, and when she looked over there, she saw that the person who asked her was covering half of her face with one hand, holding a pen in the other hand on his chest, half covering his eyes with his right arm, and was also sneaking towards her. Look this way.

Eyeing her in the right direction, Su Ziqing smiled lightly at her, and Mo Xiaobei, who was caught sneaking as no surprise, blushed again as if she was about to burn.

Seeing this, Su Ziqing couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like a crescent moon covered by clouds and mist on an early spring night, hazy and moving.Afraid of being seen, she quickly lowered her head.

Ji Lingyu, who was at the same table as her, looked up, and happened to see her smiling at the geography exercise in her hand, and was suddenly surprised, how beautiful was that book? It made Ziqing smile like this.

Surprised, she leaned forward to see what she was looking at, and when she saw it out of the corner of her eye, she was a little excited, tugged at the sleeves of the people around her, and whispered to her, "Ziqing, I'm worried that I have no place to play during the summer vacation. , or let's go together? I just don't know if classmate Mo will agree. "

"When the evening self-study is over, don't go home, let's ask her." Carefully put away the note, Su Ziqing glanced at the podium, saw that the geography teacher on the podium was still reading the newspaper and didn't notice them, so he smiled at her, "However, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Huh?" Ji Lingyu held the pen with a puzzled face, not knowing what she meant.

Su Ziqing didn't explain to her, but tore off another blank piece of paper, wrote something on it, asked Tang Wenxian to pass it to the guilty person by the window, and then stopped talking.

Ji Lingyu was even more curious now.

It wasn't until the bell for evening self-study at 10:30 that the rest of the class had left and only a few of them were left. Tang Wenxian, who had been dawdling and pretending to collect books, turned his head, and Ji Lingyu didn't know what she was saying. What does "mental preparation" mean.

Immediately, I got a little furious, put my head in my hands, and threw the draft paper in her hand towards her, "Tang Wenxian, if you don't know it, go too! Let's go to a classmate's house to play, not to travel!"

"Isn't Mo Xiaobei my classmate?" Ignoring her protest, Tang Wenxian pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said coldly, "I'm going to play, why can't I?"

"You you you you you..." Ji Lingyu pointed at the tip of her nose and was speechless.

Su Ziqing smiled and saw her stomping her feet and sulking. Mo Xiaobei also packed up her books and came over at this moment. She didn't dare to look at Su Ziqing who was smiling. She just held the book in her arms to take back to read, and said with a lowered head, "I'm the one who read it yesterday." I called my mother at night, and she said that you are welcome to come to my house during the summer vacation...you...are you going...go...although...although the traffic in our place is not very good, it is far away from the county, and it is very hot in summer, mosquitoes And more."

"Student Mo, that's not how the inviter is invited." Ji Lingyu said with a helpless smile when he heard about it, "You should talk about how good your place is, and who would dare to go to any place that is not good."

"Oh, oh." Mo Xiaobei nodded after being instructed, and after thinking for a long time, he looked up at them sincerely and said, "Then...then my family grows watermelons, and we can eat as much as we can when summer comes. Are you going?"

Ji Lingyu still complained, "Are we going to just eat watermelon?"

"Then..." Mo Xiaobei ran out of words, and hurriedly glanced at Tang Wenxian, trying to get her to save him.

It was all her tricks, if she hadn't suggested inviting Su Meiren to play at her house, how would she have the courage to do it.

Tang Wenxian shrugged her shoulders to express his helplessness, and Mo Xiaobei was even more embarrassed. Just when she was afraid of being rejected, the person she dared not look at said softly, "It's rare to invite, let's go together in Lingyu."

***

Fulfilling days are like flowing water, which will slowly pass through people's fingers.The relationship between people is like warm water, flowing little by little, dripping drop by drop, slowly forming a river.

The weather is getting hotter and it's almost summer time of the year again.

When Su Ziqing took the washed bedding back from the courtyard, she happened to meet her father coming out of the back room after grading the test papers.

It was rare for him to be free, so Su Ziqing hurriedly put down the quilt in his hand and went to the back room, came out and said to him, "Dad, I'm going to play with my classmates during the summer vacation."

"A classmate's home?" Hearing her words, Su's father froze for a moment, then nodded, "I heard from your mother that you didn't talk to your classmates when you were in elementary and junior high school, but now you want to go to your classmate's house to play. Let's go."

"Yeah." Su Ziqing nodded lightly, and when she was about to enter the room to read a book, she was suddenly stopped again, "Ziqing, you mean a classmate—is it Mo Xiaobei?"

"That's right." Su Ziqing's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name so familiar to her that she could engrave it on her heart, and then she said nonchalantly, "Anyway, summer vacation is boring. Duo, Ling Yu couldn't stand the temptation, and made a fuss about going, so I followed."

Looking at his daughter steadily, Su's father said softly, "Xiaobei is a good boy. He has a good heart and is diligent and studious, but unfortunately he is not a boy."

It was strange to say this, Su Ziqing didn't know how to respond, so he could only smile lightly, "Dad, aren't you patriarchal?"

"Yeah, having a caring daughter is much better than a son." Father Su said with a smile, sighed again, and looked up at her, the pupils covered with eye lines were full of halos, " Ziqing, you are my only daughter and my father's treasure, as long as you feel happy, no matter what you do, your father will support you."

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man over half a century old had gray hair like an old man, and there were many more wrinkles on his face.

Looking at her father who was only middle-aged but already matured, Su Ziqing felt that her father was much more handsome than those stars on TV, and felt the urge to cry.

Young people's love is so pure that even drinking lemonade is sweet.Therefore, when meeting gentle and humble people, there is always a feeling of admiration.Maybe that's how her mother fell in love with her father at that time.

A gentle and clean person, when she stands in the sun and smiles at you, she feels that the flowers around her are blooming.

The author has something to say: Although it is slow, if I really write every day, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it in this life.Had to speed up the progress.