One of them wrote and the other read without disturbing each other. There were so many mosquitoes and bugs by the river that they bit Qiao Jinling's legs.
She scratched while writing, about a scholar secretly meeting a beautiful nine-tailed fox late at night, a Rakshasa ghost king fighting against the Tongtian Buddha, a rural doctor, whatever she wanted to find interesting, she wrote about it.
Once your mind is opened, you can't take it back even if you want to.
"Here you go. Stop scratching."
Song Yishan always spoke with a distant and cold tone, unlike what a child should be like.
"Song Yishan, look at my works."
Qiao Jinling stretched out her calf, and the large and small mosquito bites on it were all scratched out by fingernails.
"Look, this is a cross, this is a turtle shell, and this is a little flower. It's interesting, I pinched them all."
Qiao Jinling showed off that she didn't understand why she had this weird habit of pinching the hard red envelopes bitten by mosquitoes with her nails.
"You...apply some medicine."
Song Yishan reached out and handed over a green barreled iron box. She took it and took a look. It was written in foreign languages. It smelled like mint, and she knew it was a foreign product.
I guess Song Yishan has some foreign relatives, and she doesn't want to gossip. The medicine is quite effective. Apply it to the mosquito bag, and the itchiness will go away after a while.
"Thank you, Song Yishan."
After her rebirth, Qiao Jinling became a smiley person. When she smiled, her eyes curved into two rows of crescents, her little face was chubby, and two small pear dimples were squeezed out.
She used to think that there were two lines near her nose and lips when she smiled, which she didn't look good-looking, and her bunny teeth were too ugly, so she always smiled with her lips pursed.
Things that I couldn't figure out when I was a child are just clouds now, so forget it! Laugh whenever you want, confident girls are the most beautiful.
"What are you looking at? Song Yishan? Come to the shade. Your face is a little red from the sun."
Qiao Jinling stood on tiptoes and waved her hands in front of him. Why was this kid so stunned? The sun hadn't set yet, and the heat was still making him sweat.
"fine."
Song Yishan walked over and picked up Qiao Jinling's manuscript, frowning slightly. He knew many words in it, but "she was very charming, her green onion-like fingers caressed the scholar's smooth and soft chest, and her full red lips pressed against it..."
What the hell!
"Hehe! It meets the needs of readers. Stop reading, hehe..."
Qiao Jinling grabbed the letter and felt a little embarrassed when a little boy revealed the secret.
"How much money?"
"Yes, my pen name sounds nice, doesn't it?"
Song Yishan was speechless. There was no one else with such a simple and crude pen name.
"Together, the more the merrier, what a coincidence."
Qiao Jinling was pleasantly surprised by his new discovery.
However, she wrote quite happily, but there was no response from the magazine. Could it be that the article she wrote was not good? She fell into deep self-doubt.
Qiao Jinling squatted at the door of her house, staring at her eyes. It had been several days since the manuscript was sent out, but there was no movement at all. She thought of the days when she submitted manuscripts and waited for the contract in her previous life, and every minute was torture. She couldn't sleep well at night.
"Lingling, it's already broad daylight, and you still haven't gotten up? Mom, I see that you haven't been energetic these past two days. Do you have heatstroke?"
Even Sun Huifang could tell that something was wrong with her daughter.
She was also curious. Although this little girl was not in good spirits, she ate a lot and her belly was round after every meal. She used to have a yellow and thin face, and her hair was as dry as firewood. She couldn't even pull it away when she combed her hair in the morning.
He shrinks his hands and feet, frowns and frowns, which makes everyone feel depressed.
Now that she is moisturized by oil and water, her original delicate appearance can be seen. Her little face is bulging, white and rosy, red and moist, with big watery eyes, and her hair is smooth and shiny. Everyone who sees her praises Sun Huifang for her beauty.
child.
"It's okay, Mom, I don't want to go to school today~"
It was time to get up, but Qiao Jinling still couldn't get up. She insisted on lying down until her hands and feet were sweating, so she just moved her bed and continued to lie down.
"You lazy girl, if you haven't gone to school yet, your father has already left. Look how hot you are!"
Sun Huifang pulled off the little vest that was stained on her daughter's body, revealing her sticky and hot back, and fanned inward with a cattail leaf fan.
"Mom, it feels so good. My back is itchy, please scratch it..."
Qiao Jinling was lying on her stomach, like a lazy kitten, squirming lazily.
"What's itching for?! Get up quickly. If you're late, the teacher will spank you."
Sun Huifang complained, but she still put her big hands into her vest. Her palms were thick and stretched, so she didn't need to scratch them. Rubbing them back and forth a few times relieved the itchiness.
"Teacher Bai doesn't know how to hit people."
Qiao Jinling has a playful smile.
She knew that Bai Shujuan had three kinds of pointers, the wicker was slender and soft to spank the palm of the hand, the board was hard and wide to spank the buttocks, and there were thorns, which looked like a big tobacco pot. She didn’t know which mountain Teacher Bai dug it from.
Specially designed to scare naughty little boys who disobey.
Sun Huifang was too lazy to care about her and went to the stove to watch the rice dumplings being cooked in the pot. Here Qiao Jinling stretched out and formally bid farewell to the big wooden bed. In the days after she was reborn, she still felt that the bed was a bit hard, but now she feels that she has to sleep on a hard bed.
The mat is not mahjong bamboo with hair clipped in it, nor is it ice silk or the like, it is just ordinary wicker. It is not that cool, but it is comfortable to lie on it.
She pulled her little slippers and walked to the main room. When she saw that yesterday's calendar had not yet been torn off, she tore it off and kept it for making fire. The new page read "June 20, 1985, the third day of the fifth lunar month. It is a good time to pray.
Open.”
Still open!
Is it possible that there will be an unexpected fortune today?
Qiao Jinling was no longer looking forward to it. She twitched her little nose, and the rich fragrance of rice dumpling leaves penetrated her nostrils.
She took another look at the calendar. It turned out that there were only two days left for the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5th. No wonder her mother wanted to cook rice dumplings.
"Lingling, it's time to wash your face and eat the rice dumplings. I added red beans and jujubes to make them sweet. Keep them until your puppy teeth get sticky!"
Sun Huifang brought two rice dumplings in a large bowl. They had sharp edges and were tied with fine hemp rope. The rice dumpling leaves had been cooked into a dark green color and were steaming, bringing out the aroma of red beans, glutinous rice and jujubes.
Qiao Jinling licked her sticky lips, washed them, drank a bowl of warm water and prepared to eat rice dumplings.
"Lingling, it's almost the Dragon Boat Festival. There are a lot of poisons out there, such as worms, toads, scorpions, etc. Don't pick them up and play with them."
While talking, Sun Huifang peeled off another rice dumpling. She specially wrapped it in smaller pieces, fearing that her child would be too greedy to digest it.
"Well, I got it, Mom, I don't play with that."
Qiao Jinling's mouth was full of rice dumplings and his speech was slurred.
She ate it happily. The rice dumplings were glutinous, sweet and fragrant. In fact, the rice dumplings tasted better after they were cooled.
"Mom, how much does my dad earn now?"
Qiao Jinling asked with a gossipy face. In the past few nights, when she was sleeping in a daze, she heard Sun Huifang and Qiao moving forward to light candles and count the money in the iron box over and over again, like two hamsters hoarding food in winter, and then
Laughing into a ball.
"I didn't know, your dad didn't tell me. Eat quickly and go to school. The chicken coop is a little collapsed. I have to straighten it out and make it bigger."
Sun Huifang changed the subject. If Qiao Jinling hadn't overheard, she would have believed her mother's lies. This was worshiping Buddha and burning newspapers - just fooling ghosts.