Song Fusheng was unprepared, and he was making the final sprint for the examiner.

It's also annoying to take the test too well.

The lights of the third watch and the fifth watch of the chicken are when the boy is studying.

In the first three days, Song Lingling didn't go anywhere, didn't do anything, just stared at her father.

On the two days of the exam, it was delayed for so many days by the rain, and Poria was worried that her father would not be able to sit on the stool again.

She always got up before dawn to knock on the door, and said, "Dad, it's time to study." ”

And Song Fusheng is completely using his parents' patience, and when he is restless, he thinks:

I am a parent, and I should be a role model.

The girl is most willing to sleep lazy, now get up early every day, don't hurt the child's heart.

Anyway, if you persuade yourself with all kinds of reasons, you can get up.

Early in the morning, Song Fusheng finished reading a book, and Song Fuling handed over half of it.

The reason why it is half a book is because some parts of the book are not written for exams, so you don't need to read them.

Song Fusheng took it resignedly, pinched his eyes, yawned and continued to look.

Three days later, Comrade Lao Song was inexplicably happy, because his daughter finally stopped sitting in front of him.

"What are you laughing at there?" Qian Peiying passed by carrying a mop cloth.

"As long as she doesn't sit in front of me, I look at her dizzy, and your daughter is just like the book."

"Look at your little bit of interest", I don't dare to expect my daughter to leave the house, as long as you don't dangle in front of you, you can be happy.

Back garden.

"Milk, all of this is unplugged?"

"Then you can't pull out all the replanting, you look at the milk," Mrs. Ma demonstrated to Song Fuling: "Pinch here and knock it, and break it to the soil." You put on some gloves and don't hurt your tender hands, but you don't have to work. ”

"I'd better do it, we have too much work in our family."

After a while, Song Fuling took the grass, and there was still soil on the grass, stood at the back window and said, "Dad, what are you doing?" ”

Oops, Song Fusheng covered his heart and looked at his daughter: "Scare me." ”

Song Fuling didn't say much else, it was her own father and elders, and she was also very helpless, reminding her to leave with such a sentence, and then helping her milk grow vegetables for a while, and then she didn't show up.

A little face wearing a mask tilted his head and said, "Dad? ”

Song Fu was angry, why was he always found just lying down, and he was angry and beat the tatami mat hard after his daughter left.

And in these days, no, until Song Fusheng's exam, everyone is tacitly providing a good environment for prospective candidates.

Like picking up the nest on the ground, the little babies wore epidemic prevention sachets around their necks and masks on their faces and shouted: "It stinks," there is a lot of sludge and rainwater stored there, and it is so hot, can it not stink.

What to shout and shout.

The women will grab the child's neck and warn them in time, shut up, help if they are willing to help with the work, and are not willing to get out of the way, but they can't make loud noises that affect your third uncle's reading.

Examining people is a major event of a lifetime.

I can't pass the test this time, and if I can't do it, I have to wait for three years, it's not every year.

It's like everyone coming back from a day's work in the field, carrying water to wash their feet as low as possible, and everyone is sitting in the yard silently washing their feet with water.

If you want to chat, you can go out and chat, do you have to chat in the yard? Sometimes it's not because they're afraid of being disturbed, but because they're afraid that Fusheng will be distracted by what they say.

At night, everyone helped each other to disinfect and relieve fatigue with moxibustion, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Si Zhuang was lying on the kang with his solid and dark back exposed, and he turned his head to look at Fugui.

Fugui is the mosquito with his eyes staring around.

Just when Fugui wanted to slap the big mosquito to death, Si Zhuang stretched out his long legs and kicked him.

"What are you kicking me for? Oops, it's hot," Fugui hurriedly picked up the moxibustion strips, and even the sound of "ouch yo" lowered the volume.

Next to Song Fusheng's house, Qian Peiying was giving Song Fusheng two glasses of water, "wolfberry water," and nodded another cup with his chin: "Physical energy." ”