There was no light in the house, but the moonlight was bright.

Jiang Fanyue was wearing clothes that didn't fit well, there were many signs of wear and sewing on the cuffs, her hair was tied up with a black leather band, the ponytail hanging behind her was soft and yellow, and the flat bangs in front of her forehead were very heavy, and the length slightly covered her eyes, so she looked a little stunned.

Subconsciously leaning your back when standing......

It's not that there's something wrong with her posture, it's that the original body forgot to prepare a corset for her.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old girls have not yet had their periods, and their breasts have already begun to develop.

"You're back, why is it so late today than usual?" Yao Rong asked.

Jiang Fanyue silently poured out the small half bag of garbage in her hand, as if she was answering Yao Rong's question with action.

"Today's harvest is a little more than usual, is it because of this delay? It's better to go home early next time, it's dark outside. Yao Rong muttered a few words, pulled Jiang Fanyue to the water tank, scooped half a spoonful of water, and asked Jiang Fanyue to wash his hands.

When Jiang Fanyue dried his hands and walked into the house, Yao Rong had already prepared the meal.

Jiang Fanyue's gaze stayed on the scrambled eggs for a while, silently moved away, and picked up a chopsticks and sweet potato vine to send the rice to eat.

Yao Rong looked at her with his peripheral vision, and it wasn't until Jiang Fanyue raised her head in confusion that Yao Rong asked, "Why don't you pick up eggs?" Don't you like to eat? ”

Jiang Fanyue shook her head, sandwiched a chopstick egg, and continued to eat sweet potato vines.

Yao Rong pulled out half a plate of eggs with chopsticks and poured them into Jiang Fanyue's bowl: "I deliberately scrambled two eggs, and we just had one for each person, so I don't have to leave them all." ”

Jiang Fanyue bit her chopsticks, and the fragrance of eggs came to her nose, making her swallow her saliva involuntarily, but she still shook her head resolutely: "You are sick." ”

"My forehead isn't that hot anymore." Yao Rong approached her and smiled helplessly, "Besides, you are a child and I am an adult, how can I eat alone." ”

Jiang Fanyue probed Yao Rong's forehead with a slightly cool hand.

It's really not as hot as it was in the morning.

That's when she began to take a big bite of rice and eat eggs.

After dinner, Jiang Fanyue went to take a bath, and Yao Rong sat on the edge of the bed and drank water.

This is water that has been soaked in willow bark.

The willow bark is rich in salicylic acid, which can play a good role in reducing fever, there is no health center in the village, and it is already evening after receiving her memory, so she can only use local materials to reduce fever in this way.

Putting down the cup, Yao Rong turned out a rusty biscuit box, which was full of bits and pieces of money.

At present, the price of rice is six cents a catty, pork is two or three yuan a catty, and the average monthly wage per capita is about 170 yuan.

She had saved some money in her hand, but the tuition and miscellaneous fees for the first semester of the first semester of junior high school totaled 268 yuan, and after paying this money, she didn't have much left in her hand. Even if you sell all the scrap products that are hoarded outside, you can only get one or two hundred yuan.

Not to mention renovating the house, it is a problem for Jiang Fanyue to continue to study.

A flash of lightning swept through the dimly lit house, followed by a thunderclap and a storm of rain.

Jiang Fanyue sat under the eaves, her slender arms around her knees, her eyes fixed on the void, not focused.

She's thinking about "The Dancing Baby Elephant."

"Yiyi" is a character she created based on herself.

They say she doesn't like cleanliness, so Yiyi is also considered to be a baby elephant who doesn't like cleanliness.

They say she's a broom star, so Yiyi is also considered a broom star.

She loves to write and dreams that one day her work will be published in the newspaper, so Yiyi is a baby elephant with a dream.

The furthest she's ever been is in town, and in her little world, the world is the road from village to town. But the world of Yiyi is a vast grassland.

When she first conceived this story, she wanted Yiyi to be popular, to let Yiyi run freely on the grassland, to have Yiyi adventure on the grassland, and to make friends with all kinds of animals.

On land, in the air, in the water.

It even has a microphone that allows it to talk to animals that live in the sea.

In the end, Yiyi, who has experienced adventures again and again, will grow from a dancing baby elephant to the most heroic elephant in the herd.

But—

When she officially started writing, Jiang Fanyue found that she couldn't write.

She can't write about sunny, confident, and brave Yiyi.

Yiyi, who is hated by all animals, and Yiyi, who can't get any recognition, how can she be sunny, confident, and brave.

It's a loner in a herd, but it's a social animal.

Its habits make it reluctant to live alone, making it unbearable to be lonely, but its companions cannot accept it.

So in the end, she wrote the current version, which is completely different from her expectations, but more in line with the setting of "Dancing Little Elephant".

Yiyi's question is: Can baby elephants dance?

The answer from friends, elephants, and other animals was not "baby elephants can't dance", but "how can you dance if you're so bulky".

- In their minds, baby elephants may be able to dance, but Yiyi will never dance.

It is precisely when Yiyi reads the meaning of their words that she will become cringe and give up her dreams.

If they just thought that baby elephants couldn't dance, they could try to be the first to dance, but they were condemning their dreams to death.

……

Jiang Fanyue bit her lip hard, the frustration in her heart became heavier and heavier, and the faint light in her eyes dimmed a little.

Even the protagonist of a fairy tale cannot have a happy ending.

As a prototype, she will definitely be worse than Yiyi.

She never showed her stories to anyone else.

She doesn't want to spend her free time reading, she wants to pick up more garbage to reduce the burden on her mother, so that her mother can eat an egg every day to replenish her body.

"Yueyue, why have you been sitting outside for so long?"

Yao Rong's voice came from behind Jiang Fanyue, and then, a coat fell on Jiang Fanyue's shoulder.

She pulled a bench and sat down next to Jiang Fanyue: "Are you listening to the rain?" ”

Jiang Fanyue held back her tears and shook her head silently.

Yao Rong didn't seem to see the tears in her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Yueyue, you just entered junior high school, can you keep up with the teacher's teaching progress?" ”

Jiang Fanyue nodded.

"That's smart." Yao Rong said, "Then has the weekly diary you wrote been praised by the teacher?" ”

Jiang Fanyue was stunned.

As if misunderstood her silence, Yao Rong hurriedly explained: "When I was helping you clean up my things two days ago, I accidentally saw the homework you put on the table, and because the topic was so cute, I couldn't help but read the story you wrote in one go. For the first time, I knew that my daughter had the potential to become a great writer. ”

Jiang Fanyue's mouth moved, but she didn't speak.

"In just two or three hundred words, the image of Yiyi is written vividly, and the final ending is also philosophical and imaginative."

The original was a junior high school graduate, although her grades were not very good, but Jiang Fanyue didn't know her previous grades.

Besides, to interpret a fairy tale, you don't need much education.

"It's just that Yiyi's ending is too pitiful."

Yao Rong touched Jiang Fanyue's rough and cold cheeks, and stroked away the tear-stained rain that splashed on her face.

"It's not there. If its mother is still there, she will definitely support Yiyi's dancing. Like I will definitely support your dreams. ”

Jiang Fanyue muttered to herself: "But I can't become a great writer." ”

Children who grow up picking up garbage can't write interesting and wonderful works.

Yao Rong said: "It takes unremitting effort to become a great writer, but writing is very simple. As long as you have pen and paper, you can create anywhere, anytime. It just so happens that we haven't been shopping in town for a long time, so tomorrow is Saturday, so I'll take you to buy some stationery. You can save money anywhere, but you can't save in this area, and I want to support your dreams well! ”

Jiang Fanyue: "......"

She wanted to tell Yao Rong that she was about to give up her dream and not to spend this unjust money.

But when the words came to her mouth, Jiang Fanyue really couldn't speak.

Her fingers unconsciously grabbed the corners of her clothes and ravaged them repeatedly.

Otherwise...... Otherwise, hold on a little longer.

Stationery...... She picked the cheapest stationery to buy, and then picked up more waste products in the following days to make up for all the money spent.

"Hmm!" She struggled for a long time, and finally answered in a low voice.

"By the way, Yueyue, I have a small request, I don't know if you can fulfill me."

Jiang Fanyue raised her head and looked directly at Yao Rong.

Yao Rong was full of anticipation: "If you write any more stories in the future, I don't know if I have the honor to become the first reader of Jiang Fanyue's children?" ”

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips.

"Can't you?" Yao Rong's voice was lost.

“…… OK. Jiang Fanyue didn't want to tell Yao Rong about this afternoon, and she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she had to agree.

"Shall we pull a hook then?"

Yao Rong stretched out his right hand in front of Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue hooked Yao Rong's tail finger with her tail finger and touched her thumb.

After completing this ceremony, Yao Rong patted Jiang Fanyue on the shoulder: "It's windy outside, go back to the house and sleep." ”

There was only one bed in the house, Yao Rong slept on the outside, and Jiang Fanyue slept on the inside.

Jiang Fanyue was lying on her side facing the wall, thinking that it would be difficult for her to fall asleep, but she didn't expect to fall asleep in less than two minutes as soon as her eyes were closed.

There are a lot of chickens in the village.

As soon as it was dawn, the rooster began to crow.

Yao Rong got up lightly and exchanged the money for a small bag of eggs with the villagers.

Originally, she wanted to change a chicken, but at this time, in addition to the newly raised chicken seedlings in the village, there were only old hens used to lay eggs, not to mention the bad taste, and few villagers were willing to sell them, so Yao Rong had to give up.

After boiling the egg porridge, Jiang Fanyue also woke up.

She bit down on her spoon a little confused, not understanding how her mother had boiled eggs in two meals in a row.

However, thinking of Yao Rong's body, Jiang Fanyue swallowed her doubts.

After breakfast, Yao Rong pushed out the bicycle parked in the cowshed.

This bicycle was left by the captain, and it was embroidered in many places. But the quality of the bicycles of that era really has nothing to say, except for the occasional chain falling off for more than ten years, there has been no other problem.

"Sit down." Yao Rong said to Jiang Fanyue.

Jiang Fanyue propped up her right hand and sat in the back seat.

Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue live in the westernmost part of the village, and they don't need to go through the village, they can ride directly from a small road to the main road.

This body is indeed a little weak, Yao Rong only pedaled the bicycle for more than 20 minutes, and he felt faintly tired.

Luckily, it's almost time to town.

In recent years, the market has begun to be active, and even Jixiang Town, a remote town in the northwest, has opened many shops one after another, especially clothing stores, which sell popular styles from the south.

Of course, the price is really high.

So Yao Rong decided to take Jiang Fanyue to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy clothes first.

"I don't want it, I don't want it."

Hearing Yao Rong say that he wanted to buy her two sets of new clothes, Jiang Fanyue, who had just gotten off the bicycle, waved her hand again and again, and even resisted entering the supply and marketing cooperative.

She tugged at the hem of her clothes that had grown noticeably.

"I have clothes to wear, so there's no need to waste money."

The concept of saving money has long been deeply rooted in Jiang Fanyue's heart, and there is no way to correct it for a while, but fortunately, Yao Rong thought of an excuse in advance: "Yueyue, there is something that my mother forgot to tell you, I got in touch with your uncle a few days ago, and they are now living well in the south, no, I thought of me and you." I heard that you were in junior high school, and your uncle sent you a sum of money back, saying that he was buying you clothes and stationery. ”

Jiang Fanyue was a little incredulous: "...... Did my uncle's family send us money? ”

For as long as she could remember, she hadn't seen her uncle's family.

All her impressions of her uncle's family came from the gossip of the villagers.

So she always felt that her uncle's family hated her and didn't welcome her coming......

Isn't that so?

"yes, I was surprised when I first received the letter." Yao Rong directly led Jiang Fanyue to the supply and marketing cooperative, "But it's not surprising, I'm his own sister, you are his niece, if he is rich, he won't be the first to think of you, who else will he think of?" ”

Jiang Fanyue felt that this was not the case.

Just like she is Jiang You's own daughter, Jiang You is not also gone, and there has been no news since then.

Although he couldn't guess what Jiang Fanyue was thinking, Yao Rong also knew that Jiang Fanyue was a smart child, and it was difficult for Jiang Fanyue to believe her statement. After all, the two families have not been in touch for ten years, and even if there is family affection as a bond, there is basically not much family affection left.

Yao Rong took the long sleeves handed by the salesman, put them in front of Jiang Fanyue and gestured, bent down by the way, and whispered in Jiang Fanyue's ear: "Actually, it was your grandfather who gave him a dream." Your grandfather was most worried about you before he died, and the old man was distressed when he saw that I couldn't let you wear new clothes and use beautiful stationery, so he begged Lord Yama to be merciful and entered your uncle's dream. ”

Jiang Fanyue covered her mouth with her hands and almost didn't laugh out loud.

Yao Rong straightened up again and nodded her forehead: "Really, when I get home later, I'll show you your uncle's letter." If you still don't believe me, write a letter to ask your uncle. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Fanyue was still a little skeptical, but finally didn't resist buying clothes so much.

She tugged at the hem of her clothes, and saw that Yao Rong was going to continue to pick one after picking a set, so she hurriedly said, "Mom, it's enough to buy one." ”

"Buy two sets for easy washing."

Jiang Fanyue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Then let's pull the cloth, we can do it ourselves when we go back." ”

Yao Rongwen said: "It's okay, it's not much cheaper to buy cloth." Rather than saving money, I hope that Yueyue can put on new clothes as soon as possible. ”

Her previous consumption concept seriously affected Jiang Fanyue's consumption concept.

Compared with her peers, Jiang Fanyue is really very sensible.

Because of this, it is even more distressing.

Her sensibility is not innate, but is tempered by innate nature.

The salesman next to him sighed: "Your daughter is really sensible, if it were my grandson, I would definitely want to buy a few more sets, and I don't know how to save money at all." ”