When Zhao Huanhuan tried to give a speech on stage, Huo Taipei's eyes kept staring at the stage, and he didn't pay attention to Yang Yi's fire-breathing gaze when he looked at him beside him.

The voice of Zhao Huanhuan's speech on the stage was sonorous and powerful in the dimly lit theater, full of convincing magic.

Yang repeatedly disliked Zhao Huanhuan, and he was secretly surprised in his heart: when did Zhao Huanhuan's speech turn out to be so good.

Her voice is crisp, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, but it is not immature, which makes people fall into her arguments and logic as soon as they hear it.

Unlike myself, my speech is simply a list of boring stories and a pile of blunt slogans.

And this speech was written by the mother of my elementary school Chinese teacher, who was excellent at writing.

Who did Zhao Huanhuan's manuscript come from?

Zhao Huanhuan's parents are illiterate, and her manuscript must have been written for her by her homeroom teacher.

Thinking like this, Yang Yi had one more reason to be jealous of Zhao Huanhuan.

"Huanhuan's draft this time is more complete, more persuasive, and Huanhuan's speech has also improved, Yang Yi, what do you think?"

Huo Taipei's words suddenly sounded in his ears, and Yang Yi replied lukewarmly: "Maybe." ”

"Wait until we get home, let's listen to Huanhuan's speech again, Yang Yi, you can also find her strengths from it."

Huo Taipei's instructions made Yang Yi very uncomfortable, she was the first in the school, okay?

Huo Taipei immediately found out the truth: "During the school competition, I originally thought that Huanhuan's speech was better than yours, so I gave Huanhuan the highest score, but your Chinese teacher also served as a judge, and the other judges were familiar with your Chinese teacher, so you took advantage of the score, and it was different to compete in the county, and those judges and teachers didn't know you." ”

Is it necessary to be so heart-wrenching?

Yang Yijue was forced to insert a knife in his heart by Huo Taipei.

On the way home from the theater, just because Zhao Huanhuan took a look at the sugar gourd, Huo Taipei walked to the woman carrying the sugar gourd and stopped.

The woman carried a special wooden stick on her shoulder, and a string of sugar gourds was inserted into the stick, like a small tree full of fruit.

The red hawthorn berries are arranged in order of size and worn on bamboo skewers, and the outside is wrapped in crystal clear syrup, which is very tempting.

The woman is not from the county seat, nor is she from the township under Taoli County, but from the county next door.

Although it is the county next door, it spans a province.

The woman made her own sugar gourd every day, and then rode a motorcycle to Taoli County, sold a whole sugar gourd, and then went home.

The woman is in her early twenties, her skin is dark, and because of her work and livelihood, she looks masculine.

And the reason why Zhao Huanhuan looked at the woman more was because in her previous life, she often took her daughter to buy this woman's sugar gourd.

At that time, the woman was in her forties.

I didn't expect her to start selling sugar gourds at such a young age.

"Huanhuan to pick a sugar gourd." Huo Taipei greeted Zhao Huanhuan warmly.

Zhao Huanhuan originally didn't like to eat sugar gourds, but because he saw the familiar faces of women and remembered the happy time with his daughter, he couldn't help but walk over and take one and give another one to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was stunned at the sugar gourd stretched out by Zhao Huanhuan.

Huo Taipei, who didn't ask her to pick a sugar gourd just now, made Yang Yi feel uncomfortable.

And Zhao Huanhuan doesn't want to do this favor, maybe her actions are still nosy with rats in Yang's eyes, but she wants to take care of a woman's business, so she must buy a few more sugar gourds.

"Yang Yi, you can eat one too."

Seeing that Yang didn't pick up Zhao Huanhuan's sugar gourd for half a day, Huo Taipei urged.

Huo Taipei's urging was not enthusiastic in Yang's eyes, but because he was afraid that Zhao Huanhuan would be tired.

It seems that Zhao Huanhuan will break his hand if he lifts the string of sugar gourds for a while.

Actually, Huo Taipei is not so exaggerated, but he is afraid that Zhao Huanhuan's hands will be sore.

Yang Yi took the sugar gourd, and Zhao Huanhuan pulled out a string of sugar gourds from the woman and handed it to Huo Taipei: "Teacher, let's eat a bunch too." ”

"I don't eat it." Huo Taipei felt that he was a big man, and it was not good to eat sugar gourds.

Zhao Huanhuan smiled and said, "I'm in for a treat." ”

Huo Taipei hurriedly took the sugar gourd, "The teacher is not distressed about money. ”

How could he, a big man, let his students pay for him to eat.

The woman has been wandering around the county for most of the day with a sugar gourd, and not a single sugar gourd has been sold, and she can't help but sigh that the living standards of the people in Taoli County are not good.

Now that she has suddenly sold three, the woman has changed her opinion of the people of Taoli County.

Happily saying goodbye to the woman, Zhao Huanhuan and the three of them gnawed on the sugar gourd while walking.

The houses on Zhongshan Middle Road are all wooden houses of some years, but they still do not affect the fact that this is the most prosperous area of the county.

I didn't go to high school in my previous life, which is a big pity.

After graduating from junior high school, I plan to come to the city to study high school.

Zhao Huanhuan thought in his heart, and suddenly heard Yang Yi scream.

"What's wrong?" Huo Taipei asked.

Yang Yi's expression was painful: "The sugar stuck my teeth. ”

At this moment, Yang Yi secretly scolded Zhao Huanhuan in his heart, if it weren't for her troubled and stuffed her with a sugar gourd, her teeth would not be stuck with sugar.

Yang Yizheng was annoyed, and Huo Taipei's sword was replenished again: "Yang Yi, are you eating sugar gourds in the wrong way, Huanhuan and I will not stick to our teeth." ”

Yang Yi: "......" is either your teeth are problematic or your sugar gourd has a problem, how can there be a sugar gourd that does not stick to your teeth?

Yang Yi scolded Huo Taipei in his heart: Teacher Huo Taipei, I don't like you anymore, whoever likes you is a puppy!

After Yang finished scolding, Yu Guang glanced at Huo Taipei's handsome side face and regretted it again.

Whoever doesn't like you is a puppy!

Yang Yi glanced at Zhao Huanhuan again, wondering whether Zhao Huanhuan liked Huo Taipei or didn't like Huo Taipei.

In the end, after Yang Yi struggled, he came to the conclusion: Whether Zhao Huanhuan likes Huo Taipei or not, she is a puppy!

Yang Yi's expression was inexplicable and erratic, and Huo Taipei's concern said: "If Yang Yi is not used to eating sugar gourds, throw it away, although it is a waste." ”

Yang Yi: "...... "Is this for her to throw it, or not for her to throw it?"

Looking at the four sugar gourds left in his hand, thinking that this sugar gourd was given by Zhao Huanhuan's little slut, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and threw the sugar gourd into the trash at the risk of being said to be wasted by Huo Taipei.

The nearest garbage can on the side of the street was also 100 meters away, and Yang ran over to throw it.

When Yang Yi threw the sugar gourd back, Huo Beitai was talking with Zhao Huanhuan about the origin of the sugar gourd while eating the sugar gourd.

The picture was inexplicably harmonious, and the conversation was inexplicably harmonious, causing her to seem out of place with them because she didn't have a sugar gourd in her hand.

Yang Yi was annoyed in his heart, only to hear Huo Taipei's soft voice ask Zhao Huanhuan: "Does Huanhuan know the origin of the sugar gourd?" ”

Damn, why is Mr. Huo's voice gentleness when he speaks to Zhao Huanhuan eight points higher than that of ordinary people?

Just as Yang Yi pricked up his ears and was about to listen to Huo Taipei's story about the history of the rock sugar gourd, he only heard Zhao Huanhuan say: "I know! ”

"Oh?" Huo Taipei's eyes lit up, "Huanhuan actually knows the story of the rock sugar gourd?" ”

"Very clear." Zhao Huanhuan didn't have a sense of shame at all.

"Then Huanhuan, you can tell me and Yang to hear it." Huo Taipei's smile and glanced at Yang Yi.

Damn, who's going to listen?

Yang Yi was reluctant in his heart.

I had already listened to Zhao Huanhuan torture her ears for several minutes in the theater just now, and now I want to continue listening to her?

However, although Huo Taipei's eyes were full of smiles, they seemed to imply something.

It's like a teacher's eye knife in the face of a reminder to the students who are about to desert during class.

Yang was reluctant again and again, and he could only listen to it.

I only heard Zhao Huanhuan say: "When it comes to the origin of rock sugar gourd, we have to start with Emperor Song Guangzong of the Southern Song Dynasty......"