Reborn 1980, Mountains Have Spirits, I Have Fields

Chapter 92 Exposure
Zhou Zicheng looked at Lingmei Xuebai's hands lining the transparent glass bottle, her bright red mouth biting a straw, and a few strands of black hair stroking her cheeks with the wind, it looked like a painting.

He could feel his heart beating wildly, he didn't dare to look any further, he lowered his eyes and turned his body sideways.He remembered that when he was packing the books just now, for some reason, he deliberately took away Lingmei's notebook.

In the notebook are her handsome handwriting, the residual warmth of her hands, and perhaps the fragrance of her hair.

Zhou Zisheng originally thought that he could hide this hazy and beautiful memory to warm his life.

"Shengcheng is back." All the aunts in the community showed appreciative smiles when they saw him, "Your mother said you went to the city to record an English tape today? That's amazing. I think you will be the No. [-] student in the college entrance examination next year in our community. "

Zhou Zicheng smiled.He had heard too many such compliments.Whenever I get a certificate and participate in some activities, my mother must make the whole world know.

Opening the door, he smelled the familiar smell of food.

"Shengcheng!" He Wan came up to him with a smile on her face, wearing a bib, and took his schoolbag. "How is it? Did you record well today?"

"It's pretty good." Zhou Zicheng washed his hands and wiped his face. "Mom. This is the labor fee from the city."

15 yuan is not much, but it is also a lot.It is nearly half a month's salary for many ordinary people.

He Wan is satisfied with what her son thinks.Her family is not short of money, but she will never let her son spend money indiscriminately.

"This money is just for you to buy drawing paper, brushes and paints. Come, let's eat. Today I made cold water celery, steamed shrimp with bitter gourd, boiled meat, loofah egg soup."

Zhou Zicheng held his breath, picked up a piece of bitter gourd and brought it to his mouth. He didn't dare to chew hard, and almost swallowed it whole.

He Wan smiled and gave him another piece: "Bitter melon, the best nutrition. Eat more."

Zhou Zicheng nodded, and quickly drank a mouthful of loofah soup to relieve the smell.

The loofah egg soup should be clear and sweet, but the soup made by Wu Wan is so weak that it can only be drunk as plain water.Can't even taste the salt.

Zhou Zicheng endured the nausea brought by the bitter gourd, and forcibly swallowed a piece of white meat: at least the white meat was mixed with a bowl of sauce, and it was still edible, but there was too much ginger.

After eating a bowl of rice, there are still many dishes on the table.He Wan frowned and reminded him: "Shengsheng."

Zhou Zicheng's chopsticks swiped a few times in the bowl, raised them up and put them back.He summoned up his courage and said, "Mom. I don't like eating bitter gourd and water celery."

He Wan's face turned cold: "Eat it if you don't like it. You are not in good health. These dishes are for your nutrition."

Zhou Zicheng closed his eyes: "But I feel like throwing up after eating too much."

He Wanba knocked the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "If you want to throw up, eat it! It's better to eat it in your stomach and then spit it out than not to eat it!" As he said, his eyes turned red, "How many diseases have you had since childhood? My medical records are full of drawers. If you don’t take good care of your body, how will you take the college entrance examination? How will you go to university? Are you trying to keep me from worrying?”

Zhou Zicheng stopped talking nonsense and buried himself in hard work.

Only then did He Wan turn anger into joy: "Eat slowly."

Zhou Zicheng swallowed the last water celery, couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed into the toilet.

He Wan's face darkened.

This kid is here again.Every time I go home to eat, I have to vomit several times.no.I have to cook some good dishes for him tomorrow.

So on the dinner table at noon the next day, in addition to steamed meat with bitter gourd, there was also a cold Houttuynia cordata.

Zhou Zisheng was suffering in every possible way, and he missed the simple but delicious meals in the school cafeteria.

After dinner, He Wan tidied up the room, and accidentally discovered that there was an English notebook on her son's desk that did not belong to him.The name on the notebook was "Xiao Lingmei, Class One (Third) Senior High School".She frowned and flipped through it casually. The English handwriting was handsome and unrestrained, which was somewhat better than her son's handwriting.

Why does the son have the notebook of a female classmate in the lower grade?

The alarm bell in her heart rang loudly, and her face was a little ugly.

She handed the notebook to her son, and asked tentatively, "Whose notebook is this in your schoolbag?"

Zicheng's head exploded.Calm down quickly.

"This is from the classmate who participated in the English tape recording with me yesterday." He resisted the urge to snatch the notebook back.He said indifferently, "After the recording ended, I probably got mixed up accidentally."

He Wan's complexion got better.Continue to test: "The female student who recorded the tape with you. She must have good grades."

Zhou Zisheng stared at the TV, his tone a little impatient: "Probably. Anyway, English is quite good."

He Wan smiled: "Then don't forget to return it to others when you return to school."

"Got it." Zhou Zicheng watched his mother enter his room and come out empty-handed out of the corner of his eye, and then slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Zhou Zisheng regretted it immensely.He knew his mother too well.He shouldn't have stolen Lingmei's notebook in a whim.If this caused trouble to Lingmei, he couldn't forgive himself.

He was extremely glad that he kept his ambiguous feelings hidden.No matter how secretly his mother inquired about the investigation, nothing would be found.

As he expected, He Wan took the opportunity to go to school to collect information about Xiao Lingmei.A peasant girl, poor as hell.But the grades are very good, the high school entrance examination is the first in the city to enter the first middle school.The most important thing is that Xiao Nongnv did practice oral English with her son for a while under the supervision of English teacher Cen, and there is no connection other than that.

He Wan was still a little worried.Because she saw Ling Mei's appearance from a distance.Although it wasn't clear enough, it was a very, very beautiful person with a fairy-like temperament.Her silly son, don't be fooled by Zhang Huapi.

She observed her son carefully for a period of time, but she didn't find any signs of puppy love.She felt that she might be too sensitive.

The radar she opened all over her body slowly closed.

God knows how hard she endured, the faint burning pain made her unable to eat well and sleep well, as if her son would be far away from her in the next second.

Living alone at home, she was bored reading the newspaper at night, and suddenly saw a piece of news "Registration for the Nth Youth Cup Art Competition Begins".

She came alive suddenly.

She has been waiting for this game for a long time.If the son gets the ranking, he can get extra points in the college entrance examination!

Overjoyed, she ran into her son's room to look through his picture album.

She remembered that several of her son's paintings were deeply loved by the instructor.There must be no problem taking it to participate in the primary election!
A smile froze on her face suddenly.

Among dozens of thick picture books, this small picture book the size of a palm fell out.

The picture book fell to the ground, and it was opened to reveal the pages inside.

It was a very delicate portrait of a character.

Portrait of a young girl.

The face in the portrait is unearthly beautiful.

Xiao Lingmei? !

Wu Wan flicked through the picture book with stiff fingers, there were dozens of pages full of pictures, the front, side and even the back were all filled with Xiao Lingmei.

Wu Wan felt that she couldn't breathe.

She closed the picture book with a bang, rushed to the living room and made a trembling call.

"Dad. You have to help me!"

　Some readers said that He Wan's character is vulgar.I just say that I don't write useless characters.thanks.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)