She is no longer the best female match for period essays

Chapter 92 The First Sister of the 60s Art Troupe (31)

Xia Zhaoyun nestled obediently in his arms and listened curiously. Every time he said a word, she would solemnly nod in response.

She is beautiful, and logically she is very popular, but Xia Zhaoyun doesn't know why, it is difficult to have people around her who are devoted to her, and such warm care is even rarer.

Xia Zhaoyun thought, probably because of her good looks, people attracted by her love her superficially. Otherwise, why would the life in her memory be so miserable?

She is a person who lacks love, but she can't control whoever treats her better, she can't wait to show her heart and soul to others!
Similarly, it was also the first time for Huo Tianhao to have such an experience.

They were novel and delighted with this kind of ordinary happiness, and after a while they got tired of it, it was Huo Tianhao who pulled people off his body with the perseverance that he was proud of in the past.

"I'll pick you up on the weekend," he kissed her forehead, turned around and strode out.

Xia Zhaoyun followed to the gate, watched him put on his helmet and ride on the motorcycle, pursed his lips and smiled softly: "Brother Tianhao, can I write to you?"

Huo Tianhao was taken aback for a moment, then he nodded with a smile, "Of course!"

In fact, in his opinion, the time to write letters in the same city can be back and forth. Since the young daughter-in-law likes this romantic way, he also wants to get to know each other better through this.

When the man left, Xia Zhaoyun seemed to have taken away her energy.

The children went to school, He Qingran went to work, and reporter Zhang hurried back to the office to sort out the manuscript.

All of a sudden the house seemed empty, and she was not interested in doing anything.

She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then went into the room with a chuckle and followed her heart to write a letter.

She was the one who made the request, but when she really brought up the pen, she didn't know how to write it anymore. After dawdling for more than half an hour, it was like squeezing toothpaste, and dryly introduced her basic situation, just like a blind date.

Even so, the letter seemed to be ignited, which made her feel a burning shyness. She hurriedly stuffed the letter into an envelope, wrote the addressee's address on the envelope, and waited until she bought stamps tomorrow to post it.

After completing a major event, she calmed down, left the man behind, changed into comfortable clothes, and started stretching in the living room.

Ever since she inherited the memory, she has been rushing one by one, and has no time to think carefully.

Xia Zhaoyun actually doesn't know whether the things in her memory appeared out of thin air, or if she really experienced it. Anyway, looking at everything in front of her, she feels vaguely familiar, like a ghost who has been cultivating for a long time and has forgotten that she is a dancer. Those who need to do their homework every day.

She gradually became familiar with her body, and was surprised to find that the flexibility, softness, stability and control of her body at this moment were better than ever before!

Xia Zhaoyun tightly clenched her right hand, then opened her hands and looked at her palms.

I still remember that when she first came out of Song's house, the doctor issued her an injury certificate, which clearly stated that her right hand tendon was scratched, which made it difficult for her to move in the future, and it was difficult to hold a pen and write.

But just now she really took a pen and wrote a letter to the man in beautiful cursive script.

There was no abnormality in the grip of her right hand, and her palm was bloody and bloody from her nails. Only two days later, the wound had healed, leaving only a hideous blood scab that had not yet fallen off, and there was no pain at all!

Xia Zhaoyun lowered her eyes, walked to the mirror and took off her clothes to look. Sure enough, the embarrassing old scars left on her body that were intertwined and intertwined in different shades were now so faint that they could hardly be seen.

Therefore, she is indeed reborn from the future, because she has been cultivating ghosts for decades, her physical fitness has been strengthened, and her healing ability is amazing!
Can't tell what's in her heart, Xia Zhaoyun took a deep breath, since she can have such an adventure, she should not be confused by hatred and sorrow, live hard, and fulfill the regret of being forced to say goodbye to the stage in her memory.

He Qingran stopped by to pick up the children after get off work, and Xia Zhaoyun had already made cold noodles and was waiting.

The hand-rolled noodles are smooth and have a strong wheat fragrance. They are opened to one side after cooling down. There are tomato scrambled eggs, minced meat eggplant, refreshing cucumber and shredded carrots as side dishes, plus a spoonful of sesame chili sauce, and then poured Sesame juice, mashed garlic, crushed peanuts, stir the full ingredients together with chopsticks, all kinds of salty and crispy in the mouth, can make this early summer evening dyed with a layer of warmth.

A few people put their heads down and worked hard. If Xia Zhaoyun hadn't done it carefully, each of them would be unable to stand up again.

He Qingran took the initiative to wash the pots and dishes, and after tidying up, he walked over to Xia Zhaoyun who was holding a pen in his left hand.

"Yunyun, teach me how to cook in the future!" Xia Zhaoyun wanted to teach her before, but He Qingran was only interested in eating, and couldn't bear his temper at all, so he learned to cook delicious food little by little.

But this time she has something in her heart and she is full of motivation. Whenever she thinks about making such delicious food for the one she loves in the future, and seeing the satisfaction of the other person's food, her heart will be agitated.

Xia Zhaoyun smiled and nodded, "Okay, you will wake up early with me in the future, and I will teach you little by little."

She also wanted to maintain her character as deaf and hand injured, so the previous letter could only be kept at the bottom of the box.

At this moment, she was fiddling with the pen with her left hand, without any jerky feeling.

Xia Zhaoyun lowered her eyes and had more guesses in her heart. She took a pen and wrote out the results of half an hour of dawdling in the afternoon silently. The font is still beautiful and free and easy!
He Qingran was playing with the children, glanced at them, and asked in surprise, "Yunyun, are you left-handed?"

Xia Zhaoyun pursed her lips and smiled, "I have practiced calligraphy hard since I was a child, and I can use both hands."

To be precise, she can write different characters with her left and right hands at the same time, but this time she feels more comfortable. I am afraid that the left hand and the right hand can be evenly divided, probably because of the ghost's cultivation.

Amazing healing ability, excellent physical attributes, and excellent imitation ability, this is the benefit she clearly feels brought by her rebirth, and it is commonly known as the golden finger!
Xia Zhaoyun felt that such incredible things as rebirth had happened, and having three golden fingers was a very natural thing, and she felt more confident about the future in her heart.

The next day, at dawn, Xia Zhaoyun woke up contentedly from her sleep. The weather was still slightly cool, and the two little ones beside her were curled up and sleeping cutely, but the towel quilt on her body still slipped off.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled as she covered their stomachs, stood up slowly, boiled water and boiled millet porridge, tied up their hair and washed, then began to stretch.

After she came out of the shower, He Qingran rubbed his eyes and muttered in a daze, "Yunyun, wake up so early?" Then he floated to the toilet.

Xia Zhaoyun asked with a light smile, "Sister, do you want to learn how to make breakfast? What do you want to learn?"

After hearing these words, He Qingran regained his energy, tilted his head and thought for a while, and whispered a little embarrassedly: "Otherwise, you can teach me the simplest things first, such as how to cook eggs and porridge."

Her mother died when she was very young, and her stepmother took measures to flatter and kill her, of course it was because of her to play around, how could she kindly teach her the most basic life skills?
Xia Zhaoyun nodded: "Okay, go wash and grab your hair."

Speaking of this, her eyes rolled slightly, and she said with a smile, "I will teach you the simplest and basic things in the morning. As long as you memorize these essentials, you don't have to be afraid of making any meals in the future."

"By the way, I'll write you two more menus, one meat and one vegetarian, to give you momentum when reading your work manuscript."

Xia Zhaoyun has a lot of future things in her mind. After all, Ghost Cultivator is somewhat capable, and her memory is better than others. She has inadvertently saved a lot of recipes with zero failures, and they can all be recorded into a booklet.

In this era of lack of material and spirit, she wants to do something to change, but she can't do it in a big way, but she can add some fun to the life of the family and put less energy on gossip.

At the same time, she only provides such manuscripts to He Qingran, which can be regarded as giving him a kind of competitiveness that no one else can take away.

If He Qingran is really married to Liu Mingkun, he will try to transfer to the city just like himself.And this can be regarded as a stepping stone.

He Qingran hummed, trotting to the toilet to solve his physical problems.

After washing and tying up her hair, she came over with a pen and a new notebook, and carefully wrote down what Xia Zhaoyun said, just like a primary school student.

Boiled eggs and porridge are actually very simple, as long as you know how to use a stove, you can follow the steps to cook them well.

He Qingran looked at a few short lines on a page, full of confidence in learning to cook.

"Yunyun, when I'm successful, I'll take care of all the cooking and washing up at home!"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded with a smile: "Cooking requires countless practical operations to be handy. Without specific steps, you can figure out the cooking method, heat and seasoning by yourself."

"Let's not rush for success. The simpler something is, the more we must study hard to lay a solid foundation."

What she said, He Qingran nodded in response.

Xia Zhaoyun asked He Qingran to write down two prescriptions. The lack of supplies and limited purchases made some families with a large population even if the wages were not low, the dining table was very simple, and they did not pay attention to richness, taste or texture, as long as they filled their stomachs Every now and then, add a little bit of meat, and the days will be particularly busy.

Even if the family has a vegetable plot, people are careful and will not eat with their stomachs open, because they still have to save part of it to dry and store it to survive the long winter when supplies are more scarce.

At this time, picking wild vegetables has become a must-do activity for many housewives after finishing their housework.

After the wild vegetables are picked, they deal with them in a very simple and violent way. They can either blanch them with salt and minced garlic, add soy sauce and vinegar for extravagant ones, add some sesame oil or lard, or steam them with whole grains, or boil them. Porridge to drink.

A single treatment method cannot bring out the deliciousness of wild vegetables, making the wild vegetables that are sought after by later generations become a reluctant choice here.

At least the leading family members who maintain their identities in the family courtyard disdain to participate in such activities.

Among Xia Zhaoyun's recipes for He Qingran, there is a kind of wild vegetable that is suitable for eating at the moment: amaranth, as the saying goes, amaranth in June is used as an egg; amaranth in July is not exchanged for gold!Amaranth has a good taste and high nutritional value.

She said that this recipe is the famous "stinky amaranth stalk" in the south. The pickling method is simple and does not require oil and salt, but the pickled pickles are the same as stinky tofu. After steaming, the amaranth root smells stinky It tastes delicious, tender and juicy, especially with rice!
Although it is said that it is best to eat during the dog days, it can also enrich everyone's dining table and save more vegetables to be dried in the sun for the winter.

The other is steamed fish. There is a large area of ​​water outside the factory. Because the water quality is not polluted and the aquatic plants are lush, it is a particularly beautiful wetland. There are many types and quantities of fish, shrimps and crabs, which also attracts many water birds.It's just that people lack the means to deal with it. Occasionally, there are pregnant women or confinement women at home, and their family members will fish a few fish to make soup.

The steamed fish recipe mentioned by Xia Zhaoyun is suitable for many common fish, and the oil used is rapeseed oil.

He Qingran carefully recorded it, including the steps that Xia Zhaoyun emphasized. After finishing, she carefully copied the steps of steaming eggs and cooking porridge, and said with a smile:
"I think our life is getting better and better now. Many lesbians are pampered by their families and have never been in the kitchen or on the stove. So I want to share what I have learned."

"Yunyun, you are so smart. You don't know that I have only been on the job for two years. I rummaged through newspapers and magazines every day, transcribed educational articles and read them to everyone. Occasionally, I would pull out a handful of hair when I received a task. Write it yourself."

"There is a gay man in our office who went in two years earlier than me, and his forehead is bald here!"

"Anyway, the content of our radio station is boring and the format is single, and it is often criticized by the leaders, but we can only receive so much information, and the broadcasts of other units and places are also like this..."

"However, today I will broadcast it well and see how everyone responds!"

Inspired by Xia Zhaoyun, many ideas came to her mind. Like other colleagues, she used to stay in the office and wait for materials to come to her door. The only time she spent was listening to and studying the content of other units and radio stations, and reading the latest newspapers and magazines.

But she feels that she can be like a reporter. After completing her broadcasting tasks, she wanders around the factory, looking for people with real skills, broadcasting their deeds, sharing experiences, life tips, etc., and being close to the people , and get rid of the boring daily broadcast.

The more he thought about it, the more heroic He Qingran became in his heart, with the passion to roll up his sleeves and do a big job.

She hugged Xia Zhaoyun tightly, and said with a smile, "Yunyun is really my lucky star." After finishing speaking, she packed up her things and ran out, "I'll go to work to find you for dinner at noon..."

Xia Zhaoyun shook her head with a helpless smile, and tidied up a little. After taking her children to school by bicycle, she went to the art troupe.

She went to the office first to sell her holidays, and by the way, she put a few wedding candies on each desk with wobbly eyebrows.

Although she is not a martyr now, she has indeed become a hero's daughter-in-law. Everyone in the office, including Director Yuan, smiled and congratulated her.

Head Zhen also deliberately left her behind and asked her about her health, "You girl has the biggest idea. You left the Song family suddenly and didn't report any difficulties to the regiment. Comrades from the Women's Federation came to help solve the problem."

"Are you treating our group as a family?"

Xia Zhaoyun smiled and shook her head: "You guys are busy with work every day, and I don't want to trouble you for the problems I think I can solve."

Fortunately, Captain Zhen didn't get too entangled in this issue. Seeing that her complexion was indeed rosy, her cheeks had some flesh, and her condition was better than ever, she nodded in satisfaction:
"You are the most talented child with the most solid basic skills in our regiment. Since joining the regiment, I have trained you as our pillar."

"This time the factory's work summary meeting in the first half of the year, according to the usual practice, will invite art troupes from many units in the north of the city to show condolences. At that time, one, two, and three will be selected. The first prize is three rolls of fabrics of different materials for each person, and the second prize Two volumes for the first prize, one volume for the third prize, and the rest of the comrades participating in the performance can also share some fabrics."

"The prizes come next. It's just that we, as the host, cannot be suppressed by other units! The leaders said that if our group wins the first place, each actor will get an extra [-] yuan, [-] tickets for [-] catties, and [-] catties for meat. And a catty of fuel tickets."

"Our group will also give some encouragement. If you get the first place, you will be the first ones to report to you when the city selects and presents programs for the autumn festival in August!"

"There are no other rankings, so, Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, do you have confidence?"

Xia Zhaoyun nodded emphatically, "I can do it, thank you for your trust!"

Head Zhen looked at her confident face, and inexplicably had some expectations for this discussion: "Well, it's easy to say, but you also participated in the sympathy performance held by the steel factory last year, and you know very well the comrades in the art troupe of other units. Their strength is extraordinary, so there are people beyond the human realm."

"Our group just won the third place, so this time you all go all out, so that no one will see our host's jokes."

"Time is very tight, you have heavy tasks, but you must also pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and remember that the body is the capital of revolution."

Xia Zhaoyun responded one by one.

After changing her clothes, she walked into the practice room.

Colleagues who were doing stretching and warming up were more or less emotional when they saw her walk in, but the incident in the dormitory had already spread among them.

Some people said that Xia Zhaoyun was kicked out by the Song family, and she had given up on herself like a mad dog, who would bite anyone she caught, and would never stop until she tore off a piece of flesh.

They are all little girls with little experience. They may be arrogant and short-tempered, but they are paper tigers, timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

Xia Zhaoyun is a mess to them now!
Instead, a girl with a pretty face came forward with a light smile, stretched next to Xia Zhaoyun, and said in a low voice: "Comrade Xiaoxia, we have already learned the dance roughly, because you asked for leave before, so the teacher asked me to take your place." s position."

"My basic skills and comprehension skills are not as strong as yours, so everyone's progress is very slow, and the teacher is very dissatisfied. He got angry several times, and everyone cried and yelled not to dance."

"It's a good thing that Comrade Xiaoxia is here, otherwise my legs would break off. I believe that with your joining, our condition will be better."

　In the past two days, I tried the live broadcast in dy, and connected with other authors, which is indeed a bit efficient~
　　You can search for Xia Beinan, and immediately remind you to update~
　　However, the new home is being renovated, so I can only code in the self-study room temporarily, so don't expect the author to respond positively, at most I will give you a few words...

　　No music, no mechanical keyboard, lack of sense of ceremony.

　　When thinking about activities, I bought a mechanical keyboard with my friends, and I fell in love with Luo Fei Xiaoqiao. Regardless of the shape, texture, and color matching, it is very comfortable~
　　For codewords, the process was ups and downs, and it was not easy to get into the state at the beginning. Refer to your Monday scene.

　　I still have to face the huge temptation of the mobile phone, but the immersion time is also very fast, crackling for a while, just like playing the piano, and I will enjoy this state.

　　I am a warrior who taps on the keyboard, and I have to equip myself to go into battle. Let the lovely keyboard decorate my mood~
　　In fact, the author may have fallen into the pit of the keyboard...

　　DY is very harmful. The author is forced to have too many interests that he wants to develop, and he has already secretly poked and wanted to act, painting (I think I can do it with a few strokes!), making clothes (a branch of the development of literary youth) ), video clips (to catch up with popular tails), dancing (to get rid of body fat), as well as baking, handicrafts, and travel. Three hundred and fifty-seven phrases can be omitted here.

　　Look, I've been abused so badly that I've come here to babble~ Save the child...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)