As soon as the uncle left, the grandmother would turn around and say to Yemei categorically: "Don't listen to him, read your book well." ”

However, grandma has no say at home, grandma has no culture, grandpa and father have the final say in family affairs, and grandpa and uncle have the same thoughts. Father, neutral, a little hesitant.

My mother was sick and had a heart attack, and it cost a lot of money to see a doctor. My father had already mentioned that he was scared of borrowing money, so there was no way, and my father, who didn't have much hope for studying, decided not to let Yemei continue to go to school. Mother was a little reluctant to go, but there was really no way.

As a result, Fang Yemei dropped out of school, just like many students who were left behind by fate, and was placed in the countryside by life. She was a sophomore in high school that year.

No one came to comfort Yemei, but Grandma cried.

Grandma was unwilling, took out the dowry at the bottom of the hidden box, a gold bracelet, and had to sell it to Yemei to go to school.

"Girl, just think of it as fighting for me, just read it for me, you go to school, anyway, I'm half cut into the ground, it's useless to keep this play. Back then, when my parents gave me this as a dowry, I almost threw it away in a bad mood, because they didn't send me to school, and I was so angry. Girl, take it, go, send it to the city and sell it! ”

How so?

"Thank you, grandma, but how can I sell your bracelet to study? In that case, I will feel guilty and my heart will not be able to calm down. An impetuous person can't read books well, and if you don't get good grades, you will be disappointed, and I will feel even more guilty. This is your heirloom, keep it as a souvenir! Grandma, let me tell you a secret, in fact, I can also teach myself at home. ”

Grandma can't resist Yemei, and she doesn't know what to do to get Yemei back to school.

In the early morning in the countryside, the air is good and the surroundings are quiet, which is a good time for morning reading.

Before dawn, Yemei got up, and she had to cherish the morning time to read a book.

Grandma got up early, passed by the front of the hospital, and saw Yemei who was buried in a book, stunned, surprised and delighted.

Who knows how many dreams of reading have been to my grandmother who hasn't been to school for a few days? Who knows what dreams she had too? Who knows how desperate she was when her three children didn't like to read very much? Who knows how many tears she shed when her two sons married their daughters-in-law? How long did you quarrel with Yemei's grandfather?

Yes, Yemei's grandfather, like his elders, doesn't like his daughter-in-law to learn too much knowledge, he thinks that women who go to school less will not think about everything, and it is easy to manage. Therefore, the two daughters-in-law he picked were not highly educated (of course, there were few women with high cultural culture at that time.) ）

No one knew that when Yemei got the admission letter from City Middle School, she was so excited, so excited! Yes, it's exciting! Finally has a granddaughter like herself, and finally sees the shadow of her girlhood in this granddaughter!

She was so happy that although she couldn't read a few words, she still flipped through Yemei's book over and over again.

She is not worried that her grandson will not have a book to read, she deeply understands that no matter how poor she is, for men, as long as they can read, wherever they can get in, their family will send them to school.

But her granddaughter is different, so she always thinks about her granddaughter's studies.

She hates her son who likes to be a matchmaker, and she can't figure out how she could raise such a son: when she sees a girl all day long, she wants to find someone else's in-law......

Yemei knows that her grandmother's obsession is to read, but she doesn't read books for grandma.

Yes, it's not purely to comfort grandma, Yemei does like to read.

Therefore, every morning, Grandma and Yemei tacitly glance at each other and smile. Yemei reads seriously, and grandma is busy happily, for fear of arguing Yemei.

It was the beginning of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and the snowflakes were floating outside, Uncle Fang was wearing a cotton jacket, looking at the sky from time to time, and Aunt Fang kept muttering. Zhang's mother next door shouted in a loud voice: "Our cabbage!" It's all frosty......" Aunt Fang sighed loudly. Fang Yemei opened the diary, countless thoughts floated in front of her, and her thoughts became chaotic: Twenty years old, what should I put on this youth pattern? She cut her hair, blinked her wise eyes, and smiled. For several years, farmers spent Chinese New Year's Eve eating, drinking, and dressing, and their greatest entertainment was around poker tables, gambling tables (and later mahjong). "What if...... Yes, that's all. Her eyes brightened, excited about her bold idea.

In recent years, rural life has become very fast, with beautiful firecrackers, sweet fruits, and different forms of clothing...... "What if you added something new to this land?" So, Fang Yemei remembered the ball, and her thought made Fang Luting, who was two or three years younger than her, happy, curious and confused, which gave her courage. So, she rushed to plan, set up, and succeeded—the ball kicked off in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

At the dance, most of the young people came, and a few middle-aged people who liked to be lively also sat and watched. The hearts of boys and girls were filled with an inexplicable joy.

Beautifully dressed and with innocent romance flashing in their eyes from time to time, the girls eagerly awaited the boy's invitation, and the boy was also eager to find a female companion, and they wondered, "Will she refuse me?" "Will she hate me for being clumsy?" "Will she be upset by my normal looks?" "If she likes ...... very much"

A young man walked up to Fang Yemei, hesitated for a moment and went back. After he left, Fang Yemei sneered, and at this time, her eyes were attracted by a corner. A young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old, dressed in a school uniform (as if deliberately comical), leaned back with his head back, his eyes twitching across the dance floor, smiling from time to time. "Ah......" Fang Yemei's heart moved suddenly, and her face gradually turned red. How could he be so similar to me? Informal, perhaps his mind was full of strange thoughts...... "She walked over and paused again when she reached him. The young man also paid attention to her: a thin figure, dressed in light but delicate clothes, and a pair of eyes that showed a hint of aura from time to time. He smiled, and Fang Yemei stretched out her hand: "Please dance, okay?" The young man hesitated for a moment, and then extended his hand to her.

However, they did not look harmonious, one tall and handsome, the other petite (she didn't wear high heels, "why do you have to decorate yourself?"). Flat shoes are free and comfortable. Although their dance moves work together quite well. When a girl named Fang Shuihua saw this scene, she turned around and spoke out loud to her companion in harsh words. A handsome young man looked at them and smiled disdainfully. The young man knew what they were laughing at, and he had a girlfriend and was very beautiful, but something seemed to be missing in his eyes. His girlfriend was at the ball, and the young man had a little palpitations: "If she is angry......" Fang Yemei smiled and tiptoed: "You like sports?" "Yes." "I guess you like literature, too, don't you?" He froze for a moment and thought: this girl...... Fang Yemei's words were always endless, and he was a little flustered inexplicably: Lu Xun's sharp language, Maupassant's passionate and unrestrained, and Mérimé's wildness...... His thoughts were jumbled again.