Under the pillow, a small red cloth bag lay quietly.

Qingqing picked it up with her hand and touched the hard particles inside.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had seriously discussed with the women in the village how to transfer before leaving.

Qingqing listened to it, and there was a way to wrap a few red beans and mung beans with a red cloth and carry it with her for a few days.

She just thinks it's nonsense, people's luck, in her opinion, should be fought for by her own strength.

The greater the ability and the more problems that can be solved, the better the luck will be.

But I didn't leave but listened seriously, and when I came back, I didn't know when, so I secretly sewed one for her, and stuffed it under the pillow while she wasn't paying attention.

The fine stitches, just like his previous handwork, Qingqing grabbed the bag, thinking about the expression when he did this, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled.

When she was confused, it was like she was in an extremely arid place, dry and didn't know how to solve it.

The appearance of this red bag was like a clear stream, slowly flowing through her heart.

The two of them are actually quite busy now, in addition to solving the "household registration" problem of more than ten people at the moment, village affairs of all sizes are also constant.

Buli still has time to tinker with this for her, and he also said that she is energetic, but in fact, he is, he has done so many things alone, and he still has time to tinker with these little things.

If this red bag was not made for Qingqing, if it wasn't from the hands of high-achieving students, Qingqing would definitely laugh at the people who believed in this were very stupid.

But he is a highly educated talent, he himself does not believe in ghosts and gods, and he is a staunch materialist, but he is still willing to spare precious time and patiently make a small bag for her.

In my impression, only her mother likes to do this kind of meaningless thing.

In Qingqing's impression, the IQ of her parents is completely extreme, the treacherous and cunning father, and the silly and sweet mother, but these two have been together for half their lives.

When she was a child, on the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, her mother would drive two hours to the nearby mountains with great interest, drag the whole family, and other housewives to snatch mugwort, taking the opportunity to go green.

When he returned, he hung the mugwort on the door in a thoughtful manner, saying that it was a good omen for some evil spirit.

One year, in order to pick this thing, I twisted my waist, came back and lay down for half a month, humming and chirping, Qingqing, who was still a child at the time, asked my father curiously, is this a blessing or a disaster?

The mother, who was lying on the bed and couldn't move, said that this was a small disaster to prevent a big disaster, and it must be good.

Qingqing, whose IQ is inherited from her father, doesn't believe in her mother's self-consistent logic, but Comrade Chen is spoiled, and seems to have said something unique philosophical to her, what is it?

Qingqing looked at the red bag in her palm and unconsciously repeated: "The greatest happiness in life is not in what you have, but in the process of pursuing." ”

I guess that's it.

These words were too awkward, and Xiao Qingqing didn't know what they meant at the time, but this would seem to understand a little.

The feeling of tension in my heart is much less, and it is replaced by a sense of relaxation. Although she can't fully understand the fireworks in this world for the time being, she is also working hard little by little.

After all, she has such a good teacher by her side, and she will always learn.

I made up for a little sleep, and then I woke up close to the end of the day.

Yan Mei'er had already gotten up, folded the quilt, helped Qingqing clean up the house, and when she saw that Qingqing was awake, she brought warm water.

Qingqing saw that she was so virtuous, and thought of how she behaved like an uncle on weekdays, so she coughed twice weakly.

"Mei'er, are you still used to living?"

"The blessings of the Trotten grandmother are very good."

Qingqing wiped her face, got up and was about to go out, Yan Mei'er stopped her, stopped talking, and her eyes fell on the top of Qingqing's head.

Qingqing followed her line of sight, maybe her hair was a little messy.

"It's okay, I'll just put on a hat." Qingqing casually grabbed her hat and was about to put it on, Yan Mei'er's expression seemed to faint.

"I comb my grandmother's hair?" Yan Mei'er asked cautiously, and added, "Grandma, don't you know how to comb your hair?" ”

Qingqing coughed twice weakly.

"Is it your grandfather who helps me on weekdays?"

"Grandpa would do this?!" Yan Mei'er's voice raised several degrees.

She boasted that her father-in-law already loved her very much, but she didn't pull her hair in a bun like her grandfather?

"Well, it's because I'm too stupid, it's not that I can't, it's just that it's always a little broken." Qingqing's voice became smaller and smaller.

She followed the coiled hair that Shake Niang had learned for so long, and her eyes would know, but her hands would not.

It looks like it's pretty simple, but it's always not quite right to do it, and it's still a high level of understanding, just take a few looks.

"The grandmother of the clan came from a big family before, so she must have been served." Yan Mei'er quickly helped Qingqing make a complicated bun, Qingqing was dumbfounded at the bronze mirror, and held Yan Mei'er's little hand exaggeratedly.

"Mei'er, do you have a spell in this hand, such a complicated bun, how can you do it?!"

This expression made Yan Mei'er laugh, covering her mouth and laughing.

"I'll be more than that, I'm in—"

Yan Mei'er wanted to say that she learned it when she was a singer, but she swallowed it back when the words came to her mouth.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter where you learned it, it's true that you are skillful, you have been living with me these days, teaching me, and those needles and threads, and tell me carefully." Qingqing played the round empatheticly.

"But you're so close to me, won't people outside gossip?" Yan Mei'er still thinks a lot.

Her background is also disgraceful, and the women of the good family avoid it, not to mention that the grandmother is still the ancestor of the Yu family, and she has a lot of prestige in the local area.

Qingqing lifted her hair bun and pinned the wooden hairpin that she had given her.

"You reminded me that there will be a meeting in the village in a while, and I will introduce you to everyone."

Yan Mei'er's shoulders shrank, Qingqing didn't give her a chance to refuse, grabbed her little hand, led her out, and praised her: "Mei'er, your hands are so soft." ”

Yan Mei'er squeezed out a wry smile that was more ugly than crying, and followed Qingqing out like a sentence, she was ready to meet everyone's disgusting eyes.

Although she had seen many such eyes in the past, when she had decided to say goodbye to the past, it was always sad to face such eyes again.

The ancestral hall courtyard was crowded with people.

It's so dense that I almost can't squeeze it.

When the men returned, the population came up all at once, and it was lively.

Seeing Qingqing leading Yan Mei'er over, the crowd parted, leaving a way for her to come over.

At the door of the ancestral hall, there was an extra chair in the position where Qingqing was standing, and on the chair, Yu Donkey sat steadily, and when he saw Qingqing coming, his brows were twisted together, and his face was full of displeasure.

"How can she enter our ancestral hall? Dirty the feng shui of the ancestral hall! ”

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