Over the next six months, they began to associate closely, and of course, for his reasons, their correspondence was almost secret. I can't describe that feeling, so I'll borrow the poetry of my predecessors, "The body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a little understanding" to prevaricate the dilemma of poor words.

Occasionally, when they are together, they feel extremely excited and happy. Once, when she cried when she talked about it, he boldly wiped her tears, and she burst into tears and laughed: "Liu Shaoqi died so miserably!" Sometimes she would burst out laughing: "What are you going to do if I'm crazy?" He made a gesture of pinching her: "You! "I'm also trying to make myself crazy!"

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the weather is clear, and the blue sky is particularly bright under the embellishment of white clouds. According to folk customs, on this day, it is necessary to "fry cockroaches" - move out the local products accumulated this year, corn, fruit slices, soybeans, melon seeds...... To fry, it is said to eliminate cockroaches. Young people also take advantage of this to get together to drink a few glasses of wine, talk and laugh.

Fang Yemei brought a large bag of "black rice flower" (a very rare food) from her aunt's house. She packed another bag for Zhang Da, and to be honest, it was really a little palpitating to go to his house.

"Hey, friends, let's be quiet!" There was a young man who was indeed a little tired, and he did not want to leave the excitement. Everyone also felt tired, so they quieted down.

Zhang Da walked out of the courtyard and took a deep breath.

"Fat Zhang!" Before she entered the door, she saw the person she loved, not to mention how happy she was, and then she saw that his face was wrong......

"Ah...... Fatso? The thin monkey Fang Jiancheng also ran out of the yard, and whispered in Zhang Da's ear like a child: "She calls you fat, how affectionate." The young men inside all ran out and coaxed. At first, Fang Yemei smiled awkwardly at the monkey, and then she raised the food bag in her hand: "For you!" Guess, what? "Fruit slices!" "Black Beans!" "Corn!" "Rice cakes!" …… Everyone is active again.

Zhang Da didn't expect her to easily resolve the embarrassment, however, he was still afraid that his companions would make fun of him.

Fang Yemei quietly left in the midst of everyone's noise, thinking of his face, tears of grievance in her eyes. He once told her a joke: "When I was a child, my aunt gave me a school bag, and I loved it very much - it was different from other classmates. They were all yellow soldiers' bags, so I happily carried them to school and took them out to show off. However, they laughed at me and said that it was my daughter's school bag. I threw it away at night and haven't used my bag ever since......"

"You boys are so bad, girls are not terrible animals, if I, boys, I dare to use it, don't hurt the heavens and reason, I like it!"

- There will be some people in life who have nothing to do, "there is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs themselves", but it is a pity that many times, their words and actions will become a stumbling block for some people to move forward.

One evening after the Qixi Festival, Fang Yemei and a few girls went to the bridge at the edge of the village, and they discussed with each other whether there were more fruits this year than before, and they occasionally mentioned some new things. The neighbor's child cried sweetly from afar:

"Sister, Brother Zhang Da told you to go to 'Lanwan Road' at 7 o'clock."

"Really? Why didn't he come himself? Fang Yemei asked.

The child obviously didn't expect this problem, he handed a letter to Fang Yemei in a panic and ran away.

Fang Yemei took the letter and put it in her pocket.

"Who wrote it?" A girl, with her lips painted red, but not dressed beautifully, reached out and snatched the letter, and brazenly tore it open.

Fang Yemei looked at her steadily:

"It's against the law."

"It's the first time I've seen a boring person like you, and hopefully it's the last time, so please don't bother me in the future! Yes......! Who wrote it? Fang Shuihua screamed gloatingly.

"It's a very meaningful letter." Fang Yemei gritted her teeth to restrain her emotions, and said with a wry smile, "However, Fang Shuihua, you are also a very cultivated and connotative person!" ”

It took Fang Yemei a long time to calm down her mood, when Fang Shuihua returned the letter to her, she didn't answer it, Fang Xiaoyuan took it, but she pulled it over, tore it up, and threw it into the stream.

Yemei was really angry this time, she didn't expect Zhang Da to write such a letter!

Although I vaguely felt that something was wrong, I couldn't say why.

She wanted to ask Zhang Da face to face, but her pride didn't allow her to do so.

It just so happened that Zhang Da had something to do in the city again, and she had to take it seriously.

She thought about it a lot.

Maybe he wrote it on purpose to make himself hate him?

Maybe he wanted to break up and was afraid that he wouldn't forget him, so he was so angry with himself, right?

……

Of course, she will also blame him for being too unkind.

In fact, this is a sentence that Zhang Da came up with one day when he was idle and shameless, and wrote it on the draft by the way, but somehow it fell into the hands of Fang Shuihua and them, so she and Zhang Lin planned to play tricks on Fang Yemei. They think it's very lively.

It took a long time for the misunderstanding to be cleared up, and it was the neighbor's child who told the truth.

Many times, we will always ignore suspicious points, be occupied by emotions, and lose the ability to analyze rationally.

Their interactions were carried out in secret, and Yemei never mentioned it to anyone, but everyone seemed to know that the village was so small that there were no impermeable walls. What's more, there are so many tongue-chewing people in the village. Grandma is even more discerning, Yemei is angry, grandma, a bystander, can be clear.

"You fell out with Zhang Da?"

"Ah...... Yes......" Yemei hesitated, but told her grandmother very frankly.

"I can't figure out why he wrote a letter like that."

"Maybe someone is playing a prank? Wouldn't you ask the boy who delivered the letter to know what's going on? ”

Alas, why are you angry? What a mess! Grandma's words broke the confused wild plum.

"Yes...... Be...... Fang Shuihua asked me to give you the letter ......" The neighbor boy was frightened and didn't know what he had done wrong.

"That's not your fault, it's theirs, okay, thank you for telling me the truth." Of course, Yemei can't blame the boy who is not yet sensible.

Yes, the women in the village like the club opened by Yemei in their hearts, but some of them are inexplicably jealous. Yes, it's jealousy, and jealousy is also a feeling.

What Yemei did was what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

They can only prove themselves by sabotage, to prove that this is really unnecessary, and thus find a reasonable excuse for their cowardice.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, Yemei was annoyed for a while because of her careful eyes, feeling that she didn't trust Zhang Da too much.

In a sense, this prank played the role of a seasoning, Yemei trusted Zhang Da more, and the common language between them was more.

"You can actually write a screenplay?"

Although talking about the script seems a little distant, they are happy and interested.

Of course, they all laughed at Fang Shui's behavior.