Ridiculous revolution?

These words popped out of Ye Zhenzhen's mouth, but Ruan Zhenhua didn't feel ridiculous, but froze his expression.

Isn't this just a ridiculous farce?

Only, will this really come to an end?

"Girl, you're not very old, where do you have so many twists and turns in your head. I...... My heart, which has been dead for many years, has been disturbed by you. ”

It's good to mess up.

"Actually, last time, my dad was almost like you. My dad was a teacher at Yunhai College, because his good friend and colleague wanted to climb up, so he wanted to step on my dad and that uncle's stepping stone, because my dad was alert, so he avoided the disaster. But another uncle was framed, and the process of framing was witnessed by my own eyes, but it was just an expression of some opinions that are different from the mainstream today......"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't say anything later, Ruan Zhenhua didn't understand.

"Hey, this world is hopeless."

This world is like it is full of sores, and it is so bad everywhere that it can't get better.

Once upon a time in her previous life, Ye Zhenzhen also thought so.

But this is not the case in later generations, it will soon be seventy-three years, seventy-three-seven-four-seven-five, and in seventy-six years, with the death of several important people, the country will stand up again.

She knows.

But she couldn't speak.

He could only lock Ruan Zhenhua's eyes firmly with his eyes and say righteous words to him.

"No, one day, the world will be fine. Just like when a person is sick, no matter how serious the illness is, as long as it is not terminally ill, as long as there is a new life, it will definitely get better. ”

Ruan Zhenhua has said this to himself countless times in his heart, and he firmly believes that this country will get better one day.

Year after year, reality hit him hard.

He saw no hope, only a dead air.

But looking at the bright eyes of the girl in front of him, for some reason, he wanted to believe it again.

"Hey, it's good to have hope, you're still young, it's good to live with hope. Okay, you've helped a lot, hurry back, you won't come back when it's dark, Yang Huaming and the others should be in a hurry. ”

Ye Zhenzhen thought for a while, said two words to him, and turned to leave.

But in the days that followed, Ye Zhenzhen would always secretly bring something to see Ruan Zhenhua, and Ruan Zhenhua's body was getting better and healthier day by day, and Ye Zhenzhen was deeply pleased.

The days of hope pass exceptionally quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it came to the end of the year.

"Zhenzhen, it's twenty years old today, are you going home for the New Year, or do you want to stay with us?"

In the winter of Changping Village, the north wind is whining and the cold is bleak.

Approaching the end of the year, there are fewer and fewer villagers working in the fields, especially in the evening, when the family eats early, they burn a fire at the door of the stove and sit around to roast.

Spring, summer and autumn are busy, Teng Jianxiu basically has no time to touch the needlework, at most, if any clothes are torn, she will mend and sew them, and she will not rest until the thick winter, when the paddy fields outside are frozen in the cold weather.

I couldn't stop, so I picked up new bamboo shells, cotton cloth, needles and threads, sprouted new shoe patterns, and began to tie the soles and make shoes.

First make thick cotton shoes that you will put on your feet soon, and then make single cloth shoes for tomorrow's spring and autumn.

No, she was holding the soles of her shoes, thinking that it was almost the New Year, and the eldest and third child in the family were about to come back, and the family didn't know if she could live in it, so she opened her mouth to Ye Zhenzhen.

It's not that she's picking people up, it's just that if Ye Zhenzhen doesn't come back, she has to make plans early.

"Eh, can I have a few days off for the Chinese New Year? Uncle Yang, how many days are there? ”

Yang Huaming was not idle, with an old dress around his waist that was almost impossible to wear, holding straw in his hand and weaving straw sandals in summer with his teeth bared.

Liberation shoes are easy to wear, but they can be ground in the ground all year round, and liberation shoes are not wear-resistant, especially for him.

Every winter, he has to make a few more pairs of straw sandals to save a few dollars to buy liberation shoes, which is also a kind of earning in disguise.

Hearing Ye Zhenzhen's question, he hurriedly let go of his hand and touched some ears that couldn't be roasted.

"It's a cold day, you educated youths can't get off the ground, if you want to go back, it doesn't matter if you leave early and come late, is ten days enough?"

For more than ten days, Ye Zhenzhen certainly wanted to go home.

"Then I'll go back, but don't worry, wait two more days." So saying, the man tumbled down from the fire barrel, ran back to the house, and returned to the fire with a letter paper.

"Write a letter, yes, you should write a letter, and ask your dad to come to the city to pick you up when the time comes."

Yang Huaming saw Ye Zhenzhen spread out the pen and paper to write a letter, and thought that Ye Zhenzhen was reporting to her family.

As everyone knows, Ye Zhenzhen actually did not write letters to Ye Chunhua and Zhang Suwen, but to Lu Yuheng.

Educated youths are on holiday, and there should be holidays in the army, and the Lu family is not far from the Beichen Military Region, and Lu Yuheng should be going back. But she didn't know when he was on vacation, and she was afraid that he would come later, so she wrote to him first to tell him that she was going home.

"Uncle Yang, auntie, are they coming back for the New Year?"

She is gone, should the Yang family be left with the village chief and the two to celebrate the New Year by themselves?

"Yes, they come back every year."

Speaking of his children, Teng Jianxiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Ye Zhenzhen was silent, she understood, she went home, just to move the Yang family boss and them.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhenzhen's heart tightened, when she went home, she had to take away all the things in the basket that she brought back from Lu Yuheng last time.

If you put it in the house and turn it out for the person in the Yang family, it will be troublesome.

"Zhenzhen, remember to tell your aunt when you leave one day, there is nothing else at home, that is, my pickled pickles still have some weight, and when the time comes, you can pack some home and let your parents taste it."

In the past few months, Ye Zhenzhen has lived in their house, buying meat and making tooth sacrifices from time to time, and she and Yang Huaming have not been less touched.

Teng Jianxiu thought that although she didn't have any good things at home, it was better than Ye Zhenzhen going back empty-handed.

When Ye Zhenzhen heard this, she knew her intentions and nodded hurriedly.

"The pickles made by my aunt are particularly fragrant when used to fry Shaozi, and my mother will definitely like it."

Hearing her praise like this, Teng Jianxiu didn't say anything, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

As long as you don't dislike it, it's fine.

Two days, a few pieces.

Early in the morning of the twenty-second day of the lunar month, before dawn, Ye Zhenzhen got up from the bed, reconciled the only two catties of flour left in the bag, steamed a large pot of steamed buns, packed a few as dry food on the road, and handed over the rest to Teng Jianxiu.

"It's hard to do, you can take it with you on the road to eat, you don't have to leave it for us."

"I brought several of them in the basket, and there was enough for me to eat at home. These are left for you and Uncle Yang to eat, even if it is hard work, my Uncle Yang sent me to the town to take the car. ”

After speaking, Yang Huaming carried a basket full of things for her, and walked towards the mountain road with a sigh.