I feel like I'm sick.

Scrubbing the dirty clothes, the cold water soaked her fingers white, Ping paused and continued to wash clothes.

Sometimes I feel inexplicably uncomfortable, thinking back on my short life, I never have anything to be proud of.

Chi Ran hasn't written for a long time. Ping saved a lot of letters to Chi Ran, and locked them all in a small cabinet in the study.

He is Apple's only relative, and now his fate is uncertain.

"I really ......"

She didn't know what she wanted to say, she just wanted to find an excuse, a reason that was worth it.

After washing her clothes twice and wringing them out of the water, Apple stopped moving again, as sluggish as a sculpture.

Sitting?

Ping didn't understand Chi Ran.

It was Chi Ran who didn't want her to participate in the trial, and it was Chi Ran who let her carry out the task.

Does Chi Ran want her to stay in the small mansion and live a stable life, or will joining Guangyi become the same as him?

Apple grinned helplessly, she couldn't do anything anyway.

After drying her laundry, Apple climbed onto the roof and barely lay down.

She looked at the blue sky, the white clouds, the sun was warm and comfortable, and the winter sun was a little dazzling.

Actually, everything is fine.

"Click."

She snapped her fingers, and the flames drifted to one side.

In the distance, she heard the loud old men greeting each other, and the children suddenly cried and laughed...... Aunt Lin said before that the day after tomorrow is a happy day for flowers.

No wonder, I haven't seen flowers in the past two days.

The neighbors were broken, and Aunt Lin listened to it and then read to Ping and Huo Qingniang, Peihua's family picked out a good husband for her, and directly locked Peihua at home and didn't let her go out.

During that time, Ping was on a mission again, recuperating from her injuries, and half a month was spent back and forth, and Cheng San's group, who had a snowball fight together, hadn't seen each other for several days.

"Raise again, drive Ming'er to the school to follow Mr. to learn ......"

"Your aunt has already paid the tuition." Huo Qingniang saw that Ping was confused, and added.

As soon as these words came out, Ping knew that after paying the money, it would be a waste if she didn't go.

The next day, Ping walked into the temporary school empty-handed, saw Cheng San sitting in the middle, and went over to call him: "Cheng San." ”

Cheng San turned his head, his expression changed from cold to surprised: "Eat apples? When did you come back? ”

Ping was slightly stunned, Cheng San knew that she was going on a mission?

"I went to your house and knocked on the door, and Aunt Lin said that you were far away."

"Oh, I'm really out of the house." Ping pointed to the table behind Cheng San, "Is there anyone here?" ”

"Yes, you can sit next to me."

Beckoning Ping to sit down, Cheng San told her about Mr. Xuetang.

"Mr.'s surname is Yang. Hi, the name that people have culture is different, do you know how to write, I will write now. As he spoke, Cheng San took the paper and brush on the side, dotted some ink, and wrote three words dryly.

Yang Ruilin.

The words are ugly, but there is no mistake in writing one stroke at a time.

"That's right."

"Can you do it, I've learned a solid job."

"Cheng San, why did you come to the academy?"

"My eldest brother asked me to come here because he said he could learn something so that he could marry a daughter-in-law."

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old men should have started a family a long time ago, that is, Cheng San followed Cheng Er every day, and the brothers mixed up, and the whole family lived on the eldest brother Cheng Shou, married his daughter-in-law and opened a carpenter shop to work all day long.

Cheng San approached, and Ping looked at him, unable to tell what it was like for a while.

The other early children saw that they were boisterous, and some of them laughed.

There was an extra hand in the middle.

"Hello, I'm Yang Ruilin."

The two of them leaned back, and then turned their heads to look behind, it was a man in his twenties, with a kind expression and stretched out his hand, took Ping's hand by himself, and said, "You are Chi Apple, right, it turns out that you are discussing my name, Cheng San wrote it correctly this time, which is worthy of praise." ”

The palm was warm, Yang Ruilin shook it, and the movement was very natural.

Apple froze, "Hello sir." ”

Cheng San's face was not very good-looking, his eyes rolled, he looked at Ping for a while, looked at Yang Ruilin for a while, and muttered in a low voice: "Walk silently......"

The other students laughed.

"Okay, you're okay too. Apple, how about we learn your name today? ”

Yang Ruilin kept staring at the girl's eyes and never let go of his hand.

Cheng San was not happy, and clamored for Mr. to hurry up and go to class.

Mr. Yang let go of his hand, put his finger against his thin lips, and made a secret gesture to Apple.

Apple nodded, a little dizzy.

Doesn't Mr. Yang live in Lizhi County?

Could it be that the fire that day also burned down the school where Mr. taught?

"Dumb." Apple muttered to herself.

She was a little lucky, after all, Yang Ruilin was a very good teacher, and it was a surprise to be taught by him again.

Cheng San approached curiously: "What?" Exhaling and ruffling Apple's broken hair, her ears tickled.

"Ahem, Cheng San, can you write the name of a new classmate?"

Yang Ruilin knocked on the table, and his voice was a little loud.

"Yes, I would have written it a long time ago."

"Now write one and show it to me."

"I'll really be able to write."

Yang Ruilin tilted his head: "Well, I know, come, write one." ”

“……”

The irritable Cheng San grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled three big characters "Chi Apple".

Yang Ruilin smiled slightly, he liked the names "Yang Ruilin" and "Chi Apple" next to each other.

But......

Yang Ruilin tilted his head: "Apple sit here, there are a lot of seats, you are scattered, it is convenient for me to maintain order." ”

Cheng San and Chi Apple are not very good next to each other, whispering or something, Yang Ruilin is not allowed to happen in his class.

So after Cheng San's protest was ineffective, Ping and Cheng San sat down two people apart.

The environment of the temporary school is actually good, the walls have been repainted, the wear and tear of the tables and chairs is low, there is no shortage of four treasures in the study, plus a personable and elegant gentleman, a group of illiterate people who farm and do small business have come into contact with books.

For a while, the matchmaker broke through the door of the school, and there was an endless stream of people who wanted to say goodbye to Yang Ruilin.

The young gentleman, who had not yet married, laughed it off.