(She wanted to pull out their filthy souls to bask in the sun and see how sloppy and filthy they were.) ）

She threw the crescent pouch in her hand onto the bed, then threw herself on the bed like a handbag. The bed, which was obviously not a virgin, was attacked by a pervert, and she screamed pretentiously, and immediately fell silent again. Ever since Ying Yingning invited it into this room, it has been accepting the owner's lazy attitude with a loose stance. It is used to the attack of its owner as it is to screaming, very suddenly and naturally.

Why did you dig out your mind and spare a lot of money to go to the routine spring ploughing? Is it because of the misfortune of history or the cruelty of reality? For this man who has read herself for the first time, or the man she has read for the first time, does she love him in her heart or hate him in her bones? Reuniting with him after a long absence this time, is there an account to be settled or a fate to be renewed? With so many questions pouring out of her mind at once, Ying Yingning didn't know how to answer them. She hugged the back of her head with her hands and lay on her back on the bed, and the past was like a frame of video, constantly appearing in front of her eyes.

After returning from the city hospital that time, Ying Yingning stayed at home for three days, and the reason why she hid and didn't dare to go out was because she was worried that someone would know about her affairs. Mother also bought her a lot of supplements according to Chungengniang's words, but Ying Yingning believed that even if Chungengniang stopped giving money and didn't say anything at that time, her mother would buy her a lot of supplements, because she loved her mother and her mother loved her. Of course, the mother is also worried that someone will know about it, but the mother is more worried about her daughter's body.

When the homeroom teacher Yuan Mei sent her the admission letter of the city's No. 1 Middle School, it was on the morning of the fourth day. When she came out of her room to greet her teacher, she saw that the sun was shining brighter than usual that day. Because the No. 1 Middle School in the city is a key middle school, she was admitted to more than 20 fresh graduates in the village. This was a joyous event for the family, and for this reason, the carpenter set up several tables of celebratory wine for his daughter. This naturally adds glory to his own family, and it is self-evident that he makes others lose face. The parents of those classmates who did not do well in the exam, in addition to scolding their children for not being angry, complained that the carpenter's two in-laws were too angry. Isn't it just to get into high school? It's not a prestigious university, why do you make such a big show? Many people think so in their hearts, but they don't dare to say it, and they are afraid of laughing at it. Therefore, even if they are jealous, they can only swallow their anger.

Until finally one day, they learned about Ying Yingning through their personal relationships, and thought that the opportunity to raise their eyebrows had come. cheered for a while, rushed to tell each other, compiled several versions of the incident, and spread it loudly. Some people say that her belly was made big by the teacher, and some people say that she was made big by her classmates. There is also a more bitter and mean and vicious statement, and some people actually say that her father, the carpenter, made her belly bigger.

The carpenter was originally a craftsman, but he was said to be unable to hold his head up, and after beating his daughter, not only could he not stop others from making irresponsible remarks, but he added more fuel to the fire. In order to purify his ears, he simply quit his job in the rattan factory and returned to his home to cultivate the fields, shrinking his life circle to the minimum. It was from that time that Ying Yingning was publicly accused of being a cheap person, and he was scolded as a small watch for the slightest quarrel. The villagers also like to talk about small tables before and after tea. They always wanted to see her in their hearts, and taunted her a few words to prove their nobility; and always pretended not to want to see her on the surface, saying that they were incompatible with her to reflect their nobility. This kind of hypocritical and funny ugliness made Ying Yingning feel that their faces were so shameless that they were more shameless than their real qualifications. She wanted to pull out their filthy souls to bask in the sun and see how sloppy and dirty they were. But she couldn't, she was too young, as weak as a feather in a hurricane.

After the start of the school year, she boarded in the school, and finally got out of the humiliating environment. She no longer wanted to see those hateful faces; I don't want to hear those harsh voices anymore. She usually wouldn't go back to the countryside if she didn't need it most. She immersed herself in the vast crowds of the city and immersed herself in the sound of the school's books. Half a year later, at noon in the cold spring, her brother, who was two years younger than her, suddenly came to the school to look for her, crying and saying that her mother was dead. She didn't bother to ask for leave, so she followed her brother back home crying. At the first glance of entering the door, she saw that her father, who was once strong and strong, had suddenly aged for ten years, and had become haggard and haggard. The mother lying on the bed was still well-proportioned, but stiff; The face is still beautiful, but pale. A bruise on my mother's neck was bluer than the blue sky, and the strip of cloth that took my mother to another world was whiter than a white cloud. She found a half-worn yellow tape measure in her mother's pocket, which her mother often used to measure the length of those people's bodies before her death, but after all, she couldn't measure the conscience of those people. Or maybe this ruler is used to measure other things, and it can better reflect its meaning. Ying Yingning thought so, so she put it away. As for the spring roots that she used to measure the spring ploughing, in an alternative way to express her contempt for those who had been measured by it, it was what happened at the Red Leaves Hotel many years later.