A song was played on the speakers of the video store, gently wafting on the street in the afternoon-

“……

Have you really forgotten your first love

Suppose one day

You've met someone who looks exactly like him

Is he really who he is

Is it still possible

Is this the forbearance of fate or

Another ill-intentioned joke

……”

"Who sang this song written by Yao, ahhh

"It's like, how well the lyrics are written." If this is the worst ending, why can't I forget you''Am I living my life like this, my kiss is destined to kiss the person I love the most', with such beautiful lyrics, the song must be very good. ”

"I like Pei Peiyi so much, such a gentle person, why would he die, I hate Xiaomi so much."

"I like Yin Tangyao, such a cold person, who was hurt by Xiaomi again and again."

"Alas, I really hope that I will become Xiaomi, even if I have it, I will be able to be with Yao after the last time."

“……”

Fu Qingyao sat in her position and listened to the conversation of the girls in the class with a blank face.

Naturally, the murderer was not found in the last incident, and the matter was over.

After that, she asked the teacher to change her seat to the corner of the last row of the four groups.

The people in the class are exactly the base number, and the last row of the four groups is one person sitting.

This is the most wanted opportunity for Fu Qingyao, who doesn't want to be disturbed.

She kept the book high and completely shielded from other people's distractions.

And it was in this position that "There Will Be Angels to Love You for Me" and "Bubble Summer" were written.

When Fu Qingyao sent the first eight chapters of "Bubble Summer" to Xiaoxue, the magazine had already transferred 100,000 yuan to Fu Qingyao's card.

And that night, Fu Qingyao received a complaint call from Xiaoxue.

"I said, can you not stop at such a critical place every time, it's too bad to hang people's appetites or something." Xiaoxue said dissatisfied, "Xia Mo didn't come with Ou Chen for anything, what happened in the past five years, and why did Ou Chen lose his memory for Lu, all of this is like a mystery." Qing Yao, you're too bad, too bad. ”

Fu Qingyao was a little funny, but she didn't expect that editors who had read so many novels would care about such a plot.

"Sister Xue, you called just to tell me that I was bad, if so, then I will hang up first. I'm about to take an exam, and I'm going to do my homework. ”

"Wait, "Bubble Summer" will appear in the latest issue of "Fireworks", how long do you plan to write this book, I feel that this book will definitely not be able to handle 200,000 words."

"Hmm." Leaning on the bed, Fu Qingyao rubbed the wet method that had just been washed with a towel, "I'm going to write 3 parts, each of which is about 15 to 200,000 words, which is relatively long." ”

Xiaoxue laughed, "I like this kind of long story the most, it hangs people's appetite, but I have to watch it." Okay, you go review your homework, I won't bother you, speaking of which, you're really hardworking. ”

Fu Qingyao smiled, "That's right, I'm going to go to a university in Beijing." ”

"Then work hard, pay attention to your body, and don't stay up too late."

"Well, Sister Xie Xue, good night."

"Good night."

Fu Qingyao, who opened her eyes in the sun, was a little puzzled, and had the illusion that she didn't know what time it was.

The windows are open, and the sunlight casts on the creeper on the opposite wall, bringing a layer of dappled light and shadow, like a green carpet paving the road.

Fu Qingyao sat up, took a breath of fresh air, and stretched a big lazy waist.

Today, she asked Liu Guoqiang for leave on the grounds that her father was sick and wanted to go to the hospital.

Now it's just a tutoring class for the third year of high school that the school itself has done privately, and it is not the official class time set by the state, so I happily agreed.

There were 3,000 yuan in his wallet, and his schoolbag contained a gift for the daughter of the second uncle Fu Aiguo.

As for Fu Xiong, today she is planning to bring her family to the city, and the fewer things the better.

Fujia Village is remote and poor, so naturally there is no bus or passenger transport there.

Fu Qingyao didn't plan to take the bus, but directly spent 800 taxis to drive home.

It is still the mountain village that looks like a primitive tribe, and the villagers are all wearing shabby and patched clothes to work in the mountain fields, Fu Qingyao looks at it from a distance, but feels warm in her heart.

This is her hometown.

No matter where she drifts outside, there is a pure land in her soul for her to perch on, and there is no complaint.

It turns out that this is home.

The road inside was no longer easy to drive, so the master parked the car at the intersection, and Fu Qingyao got out of the car with her schoolbag on her back.

Someone had already discovered her, and then told Fu Aihua, who was weaving handmade products at home, and Zhao Guihua Fu Xiong, who was working in the fields, about her return.

When Zhao Guihua and Fu Xiong rushed home, Fu Qingyao was already at home.

"Yingzi, why did you come back suddenly, is there a lack of money?"

Fu Aihua, who was stupidly happy on the side, suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "Your daughter has made a lot of money, and she is planning to take us to the city to enjoy happiness." ”

"What?" Zhao Guihua's face was full of question marks, "Yingzi, how can you make money at such a young age, won't you secretly go to work." ”

"What are you talking about?" Fu Aihua was unhappy, "When Yingzi was born, did you forget what Xi Po said?" ”

Xi Po is the goddess of the village, and she is a fortune teller.

Fu Qingyao doesn't believe in these, but she can't stand the belief of people in this remote and backward mountain village.

This is also the reason why the Fu family asked Fu Qingyao, a female baby, to study, instead of Fu Xiong, a male baby.

Xi Po said, "Your Yingzi's eight characters are good, he will be a big man in the future, he wants to make a lot of money, and he has to train him well." ”

A few words established Fu Qingyao's status in the Fu family.

"Mom, don't worry, my daughter is really making a lot of money, and she will only earn more and more in the future. Hurry up and pack up your things at home, the master is still waiting outside. Fu Qingyao said with a smile.

"What about the fields, the farm work is not finished yet." Zhao Guihua was still a little incredulous, and said.

Seeing the simple appearance of her family, Fu Qingyao was amused and sad, "Mom, the family's field will be planted by the second uncle first, and we are not short of these two dollars now." ”

The Fu family has a total of more than ten acres of mountain fields, and it is hard to have a few dollars.

"Mom, this is the clothes I bought for Chunya, how are you going." Fu Qingyao picked up the dress that was placed aside and showed it.

"Really...... It's so beautiful, it's the same as what the people in the city wear. ”

"the kid, Yingzi bought a set for each of us." Fu Aihua offered treasures.

Zhao Guihua was overjoyed and didn't know what to say, "You kid, you should save for tuition after earning two dollars, your father and I are so old, where do you have to wear such good clothes." ”

Looking at the good clothes in Zhao's mother's mouth, Fu Qingyao was speechless.

This is already a bunch of cheap clothes that can be bought for a hundred dollars in the wholesale market, and she has never worn this kind of unbranded clothes in her previous life.

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