When the fortune teller heard Yang Jingjing say this, he had a bitter face: "Alas, I still have a lot of things to explain, and I want you to send it to me again." ”

Yang Jingjing pouted: "If you want to be beautiful, just this time, write whatever you have to say." ”

The fortune teller continued to make a bitter face: "It's not that I don't want to write, but I don't have paper to write, and the few pieces of paper in the envelope are all densely written by me, and these are all saved by everyone for me from the review book to be written every month, have you seen this envelope?" I cut it out with my own hands. ”

Yang Jingjing pursed her lips, no wonder she thought the envelope was so ugly.

"You wait." Yang Jingjing rummaged through her schoolbag, then took out a brand new notebook and handed it to the fortune teller.

"This new book is for you, you have to write well, don't write the secret, this paper is too much, don't write so sparingly, let my friend be embarrassed."

The fortune teller took the book handed to her by Yang Jingjing with some surprise, opened it and saw that it was a snow-white brand new paper, and he was immediately very happy: "Yes, your friend is doing a good job!" ”

Yang Jingjing looked proud: "That's not." ”

The fortune teller asked again, "Do you have a pen?" ”

Yang Jingjing was puzzled, raised the ugly letter in his hand and asked him: "You don't even have a pen, how did you write this letter?" ”

The fortune teller blushed and said with some embarrassment, "It's written in charred charcoal." ”

He didn't expect that one day he would naturally fall to this point, holding a pen for half his life, and now he can't even find a pen to write, so he has to use this way to write a letter.

Yang Jingjing listened to him, and then remembered what her father said at home, these people who put down their subordinates have to write three reviews every month, but the paper issued to them is limited, and the pen must be taken back on time, so I am afraid that they will be messy and hide from writing something.

This is the rule of the commune, because most of the people who are laid down are some scholars, who used to like to publish something in some newspapers the most, and the commune is afraid that they will get into trouble, so they simply do not give them paper, do not give them pens, so that they cannot write.

Yang Jingjing took out a pencil from her schoolbag and handed it to him: "Alas, as a friend, I will sponsor you with another pen." ”

The fortune teller took the pen and asked Yang Jingjing, "Do you have a fountain pen?" ”

“？？” Yang Jingjing glanced at him, turned around and left.

The fortune teller shouted with a smile in the back: "Thank you, girl, I will write the letter tomorrow, and I have to trouble you to come over." ”

The fortune teller happily took the paper and pen that Yang Jingjing gave him, and put them on the table with a smile: "Old guys, we have paper and pen!" If you want to practice words, you can quickly practice words. ”

Feng Qiping was the first to smile and look up, he hadn't practiced writing for a long time, and he could only practice practicing words every time he wrote a review book, but the review writing was very against his will, and he felt uncomfortable every time he wrote, obviously he didn't have any mistakes, and he insisted on admitting his mistakes, so he didn't have the enjoyment of practicing words at all.

Feng Qiping smiled and asked, "Where did this pen and paper come from?" ”

Huo Tao walked over and looked at the book and pen, and instantly understood: "This is what Jing girl gave you, right?" ”

The fortune teller smiled and nodded: "Of course, who else is willing to help us unlucky ghosts besides her now?" ”

Several people smiled and fell silent because of the fortune teller's words, he saw that the atmosphere was wrong, and knew that he had said the wrong thing again, so he quickly picked up the notebook and walked to Lin Guoxue with a smile: "Old Lin, didn't you say what formula you want to calculate?" No, these pages are for you, so you don't have to lie around in the ash pile with a stick. ”

Lin Guoxue took a few pieces of paper from her, helped his glasses, and had a serious expression of an old pedant: "Thank you." ”

The fortune teller smiled again: "Thank you? The fact that several of us can be put together is fate. By the way, didn't you take Jingjing's younger brother as a little apprentice? Why didn't he give you a few books and pen messengers? ”

Lin Guoxue shook his head and said, "Xiaozheng's book has been used many times, and he himself is not enough, how can I take him." ”

The fortune teller pulled the piece of hair left by Yang Jingjing on his head, and said suspiciously: "It's also a sister and brother, how can my sister have a new book and give it away?" ”

Huo Tao: "That girl is very clever, isn't it normal to have a few more books?" ”

The fortune teller nodded, said yes, and didn't dig any further, how could he have thought that Yang Jingjing's book and pen were good deeds?

*

After returning home, Lao Yang's family except for Yang Lili and Lao Qi all sat in the courtyard to enjoy the shade, and Lao Qi went back to the room to do homework every day, but Yang Lili shouldn't sit in the yard at this time and say some big things to educate them?

Yang Jingjing asked, "What about my fourth sister?" ”

Suddenly, her father, mother, and her little brother turned their heads to look at their room with a strange expression, and then shook their heads at the same time.

Yang Jianguo: "I don't know what the fourth child is crazy about, he was still addicted to being a teacher a few days ago, and now he is actually endorsing in the room?" ”

Because she knew about the inner decision early, Yang Lili knew that she would definitely be able to be a teacher, so she didn't read at all, and only cared about the addiction of being a teacher.

It's quiet now, and they're not used to it.

Yang Jingjing dropped a sentence: "I'll go in and take a look." And he went into the room.

In the room, Yang Lili really lit a kerosene lamp and endorsed it, she heard the movement behind her, and knew that it was Yang Jingjing who came back, so she didn't turn her head and said, "You go to sleep first, I may have to read late tonight." ”

Yang Jingjing raised her eyebrows, yo, did you listen to her words? Decided to settle down and hone yourself?

Yang Jingjing walked over, wanting to encourage Yang Lili.

Yang Lili's language books were spread out on the table, there was no lamp on her left hand, and there was a notebook and a pen on it, and she was taking notes.

Yang Jingjing saw that there was something wrong with her book, Yang Lili was a person who loved books so much, but her book was broken, and the cover of the book was completely detached, as if it had been deliberately torn off.

Will Yang Lili tear up books? Yang Jingjing thought about it and felt impossible.

Yang Jingjing suddenly thought of the last time her third sister just saw through the true face of the scumbag, Yang Lili hid behind the door of the house to read, and when she went, she actually scared her book away? The cover of that book was a language book, but she didn't think the content was like it, and she wanted to pick it up and take a look.

But at that time, Yang Lili's hands and feet were very fast, and she picked up the book at once, and she didn't touch half a corner.