After Su Qingluan arrived at the place where the notice was posted at the head of the village, he immediately knew why the notice he had posted was destroyed.

First of all, she posted the position of the notice, although it was within the height range - after all, Su Qingluan's body was only thirteen or fourteen years old, not particularly tall - and she had tried her best to get up, but because the middle position was occupied by other notices, Su Qingluan could only put her own one aside.

The paste placed next to it can be taken at any time, but the pasting ability of this thing is very closely related to the thick state of the paste at that time and Su Qingluan's own paste painting technology.

As a result, the amount of paste on one side was too small, and she only dipped a little paste in each of the four corners, so when the wind blew, half of the notice fell down.

Although there are eaves on this notice booth to ensure that most of the notices are not beaten by the wind and rain, but like this half of the signs are hanging outside, and the wind blows and scatters and flutters, but half of the traces are wet by the rain that drifts over, and when the wind pulls, the damp rice paper can not withstand the force of the pull, and some of the contents of the recruitment notice are lost.

Su Qingluan: ...... This was something she hadn't imagined.

The old one was completely useless, and it was still unsightly to take up space in mid-air like this, so Su Qingluan simply tore it off and threw it away.

Looking down at the newly written one, Su Qingluan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, no matter what she wrote on the blank rice paper, she would leave a space around it according to the habit of framing it in her previous life, and this time she must be covered with paste.

After finishing the paste, Su Qingluan looked at the handwriting on the sign that was destroyed by the rain at the bottom of the place, and decided to work hard this time to try to post this one higher.

However, the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, Su Qingluan's height is limited, no matter how hard he tries to stand on tiptoe, it still has little effect on improving the position of the notice.

Just as she felt as if she had transformed into a giant gecko and was trying to climb in front of this notice board, a somewhat familiar voice sounded behind her: "...... Big girl? What are you doing? ”

Su Qingluan twisted his neck backwards with great difficulty, and he vaguely saw Tian Xing'er and a few others in his afterglow.

"I want to post this notice a little higher, but it's not tall enough......" Because of the movement of twisting his neck and standing on tiptoe, Su Qingluan had some difficulty speaking.

Probably watching Su Qingluan maintain this strange speaking posture was really unusual, Tian Xing'er walked a few steps to her side, and said impatiently: "Give it to me!" ”

Although Que Er was the oldest among these girls, although Tian Xing'er was two years younger, she was almost as tall and short as Finch, so she was half a head taller than Su Qingluan.

I saw Tian Xing'er take the notice from Su Qingluan's hand, and without much effort, she pasted the piece of paper a lot higher than Su Qingluan's previous position.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly thanked him.

Tian Xing'er waved her hand: "Huh, thank you for what?" Then he turned to look at the notice, "Who wrote this?" ”

Su Qingluan pointed at herself, and Liu Er, who was originally standing behind, immediately rushed over when she heard this, and said in surprise: "Big girl, you can write!" You're amazing! ”

Tian Xing'er was also very envious: "I asked my father and mother to invite my female master to teach me to read and write, but my father and mother said that it was useless for me to recognize those many words......"

Su Qingluan patted her shoulder comfortingly, moving her arm that was a little sore because she had been holding it high just now, but she was sighing in her heart: Sure enough, it is not an isolated phenomenon to believe in the set of "women are virtuous without talent", I am afraid that this literate and hyphenated girl is "outlier" in this world.

When he turned around, Su Qingluan could see clearly: although Tian Xing'er and a few of their friends were still in one place today, there was one person missing.

"Where's the finch?" Su Qingluan said curiously.

As soon as she asked this question, the air around her seemed to be a little low, and everyone quieted down.

…… Did she say the wrong thing? Su Qingluan was a little uneasy: Do you want to change the topic?

When she thought so, Tian Xing'er spoke.

Her voice was a little low: "Sister Qi'er's previous marriage of the Chen family has finally been decided-from today onwards, she will start sewing wedding dresses, and she will choose a day to marry after the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

Su Qingluan was surprised: "So rushed? Even if it's ...... It's not in a hurry, is it? She endured it, but she didn't say the words "sell her daughter for money".

These words are too harsh and harsh even for the girls in front of them.

But thinking that such a gentle and lovely finch at the prime of life was going to marry an old man who was more than enough to be her father, Su Qingluan felt as if a stone had fallen in her heart, and she was so dull that she couldn't speak.

Tian Xing'er sighed: "I heard that it is the Chen family's side, the man's body is not very good, and I want Sister Qi'er to marry as soon as possible...... Said to be happy. ”

Hello to his grandmother!

Su Qingluan scolded in her heart, but she understood that no matter what she thought in her heart, she couldn't say a word.

Otherwise, if the Chen family really has three longs and two shorts, and Su Qingluan is a friend of the finch, then any ugly words can be directed at the finch.

"Although Sister Qi'er can't come out, we can go to see her," Liu Er leaned over, "Now we are going to Sister Qi'er's house, big girl, are you going?" ”

Su Qingluan asked where the Que'er family lived, it turned out that it was in the same direction as his home, and even his own house was closer to here about a cup of tea!

Thinking that he could just stop by and go home to talk to his father about going out, Su Qingluan nodded: "I'll go too!" ”

Along the way, because Xu knew that his good friend was about to enter a marriage that was destined to be unhappy, everyone's mood was a little low, and they were much more silent than the previous time.

Su Qingluan wanted to find a topic to divert the attention of a few little girls a little, so he asked, "I found that many of the handwriting on the notice board I looked at before was the same, is there a person in the village who is specifically responsible for writing notices?" ”

As soon as Su Qingluan asked this, sure enough, the attention of several girls was attracted and looked at her.

Tian Xing'er looked at her with a very strange look and asked, "You don't know?" ”

"What?" Su Qingluan didn't know why.

"You don't know who the best writing font is?"

Su Qingluan shook her head: She should know?

Tian Xing'er looked at Su Qingluan's out-of-condition look and sighed: "I only understand now, you really didn't prevaricate and fool us at the beginning......

Su Qingluan: ......

What a mess is this...... Can you not play pantomimes?