Chapter 388: The Supporting Woman in the Chronicles is Reborn (4)

Xia Yan cultivated until the second half of the night, when she heard footsteps approaching, and it was right behind her earthen house, separated from her by an earthen wall.

Slowly sat up, Xia Yan quietly went to the ground, put on his shoes, and did not go to the door, but directly turned to the roof, and looked down, and a bright smile was imprinted in his eyes.

"Why is this time coming?" Xia Yan laughed unconsciously.

"Let's take a look at you first." Mo Yan said softly, and then raised the little milk cat in his hand, "I've sent you a little guy." ”

"I'm worried I can't find the cat." Xia Yan happily took it and touched the cat's head, the little milk cat meowed, and the dark green pupils revealed intimacy.

"It's seventy-three years now, and there are still four years to take the college entrance examination, or, looking for a relationship, you go back to the city first?" As for the plot? What is that? The quality of life without a wife is important.

But Xia Yan has to think about the plot, so naturally he disagrees.

She didn't answer, but asked, "Are you in a nearby barracks?" Then you should know the male protagonist, Cheng Jia. ”

"It's him." Mo Yan frowned and said, "My original owner's name is Zhou Hai, and I am a competitor to Cheng Jia. "What about the background?"

"Zhou Hai's parents and grandfather are still locked up in the cowshed, but not here, the distance is a bit far, he came here to be a soldier, and his grandfather asked his old subordinates to take care of him, and no one in the barracks knows his identity." Mo Yan said: "I estimate that after a few years, after his family is rehabilitated, he will be able to return to Beijing." ”

"Then his family has to wait until he is rehabilitated." Xia Yan reminded: "Your identity is cannon fodder. ”

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes, of course he understood what cannon fodder meant, generally speaking, the family members of cannon fodder and cannon fodder ended up miserable.

"I see, I'll take notice."

"You don't have to worry about me, the female protagonist is by my side, I can't make any flowers, the male protagonist is in the barracks, and there are not many chances to come back, take your time, don't worry."

The plot happened in the past few years before the college entrance examination, and it was a slow simmer, and she didn't need to be in a hurry to break up the two.

The female partner is not a hard-working person, and she is hypocritical, she will do something by herself if she ignores her, and when she pushes it, it is estimated that she will fall into the pit.

"You just have a good idea in your heart, take care of yourself, wait a few years, well, you graduate from college, and then we will get married."

Xia Yan looked helpless, what kind of marriage madman is this.

Early the next morning, the village chief came.

He took them to divide the fields of responsibility, and told them to help each other and come back to him if there was anything.

Xia Yan looked at the male protagonist...... His father is honest and shrewd.

Looking at the attitude of the people in the village towards the educated youth, you know that when the educated youth came, there must have been a conflict between them, but now how honest the educated youth are, it can't be said that it is the credit of the village chief.

Xia Yan is very strange, just this shrewd village chief can let their young son marry Lin Mei? said that it wasn't the impact of the plot, and she didn't believe it.

Holding the cat, following the village chief to his share of responsibility field, Xia Yan put the cat down and worked hard.

Cultivate while working, and don't delay.

She didn't say that she would finish the work soon, but kept it at a similar pace to the people next to her, so as not to attract attention.

But even so, other educated youths also looked at her with admiration, they thought that this was a delicate girl, but they didn't expect that people could really work.

At noon, Xia Yan found that the attitude of these educated youths towards her was much better.

Lin Mei is a little unpopular, she complains about doing some work, and wants others to help, no one will have a good impression of such a person who drags her feet.

"Don't think that everyone is indifferent, it's really uncomfortable to be hungry, and the family is not rich, so it is impossible to send us money and food stamps all the time, we have to be self-reliant." Fang Xiaoyun, who was also from Haicheng, smiled bitterly and said, "We may live here for the rest of our lives, and we are not used to it." "Heavenly

"How old are you?" Xia Yan asked.

"Twenty-two." Fang Xiaoyun knew what Xia Yan wanted to ask, so he said directly: "I've been in the countryside for four years, and it's not that I haven't thought about finding a villager to marry, but I'm just unwilling and can't take that step." ”

"There are only nine of you in the current educated youth, just because those who want to get married have already married, just us people still have delusions."

"It doesn't have to be delusional." Xia Yan smiled and said, "Anyway, I won't get married in the countryside." ”

Fang Xiaoyun pulled out a wry smile and said without taking it seriously: "When I first came, I thought like you, and I knew how naΓ―ve I was after suffering hardship." ”

Lin Mei, who had been eavesdropping at the door, suddenly interjected: "Isn't it just as tiring to get married?" Could it be that if you get married, you don't have to go to the ground? ”

"Not necessarily, depending on who you marry, some families do not lack labor, and the wages earned are enough, and the daughter-in-law who married in the past only cooks and washes clothes, just like Luo Yingchun, she married the year before last, and she was pregnant with a child this year, and she is doing well." There was not the slightest jealousy in Fang Xiaoyun's tone, he just stated a fact.

Lin Mei pouted, "I definitely won't marry here, no matter what, I have to go back to Beijing." ”

Xia Yan looked at her, the heroine is from Beijing, and it seems that Jingshi is the second copy.

It's a pity that the original owner didn't even break through the first copy.

After eating, resting for a while, continuing to work in the afternoon, then eating and sleeping at night, occasionally having to carry water and chop wood, life is so monotonous.

Until, half a month later, the heroine was reborn and returned.

It was when he was working in the field, Xia Yan could only notice that something seemed to have changed, but when he looked around, he didn't find anything special, it was the same as just now.

She thought she was a little tired and lost her mind for a while, but Lin Mei suddenly threw away the hoe, turned around and ran, this move was too unusual.

"Hey, where are you going?" Someone shouted, Lin Mei didn't stop, and ran back to the Zhiqing point.

Everyone looked at each other, didn't explore, just lowered their heads and worked.

Lin Mei stared at the mirror on the table in a daze.

Inside was her young face, so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

Lin Mei caressed her face with her right hand, and tears fell down her eyes.

She's bitter, really bitter!

Xu Qianrou married a good man, from the wife of the company commander to the wife of the regiment commander, and later heard that Cheng Jia was going to be promoted to brigade commander.

But at that time, I was in prison.

Because Cheng Jia wanted to attack Xu Qianrou, she was later caught by Cheng Jia and sent to the police station.

That bastard was useless, and he admitted it as soon as they scared him.

But she didn't admit it, she pretended to be pitiful, saying that the gangster had taken a fancy to Xu Qianrou and threatened her to provide information, otherwise, she would be ruined.

Maybe she acted well, and those policemen really believed it.

So even if she provided information and almost hurt someone, she didn't get too heavy.

But for her, a ten-year sentence is already a heavy sentence.

Life in prison was like hell, she endured, endured, and finally couldn't survive anymore, and in the eighth year, she died.