A Rural Life in the 70s

On the way back from Otaru, Xiaoqiu’s heart is secretly pondering. The more he thinks, the more his instincts are still not accurate. Women like Song Xiuju, Cheng Yu The kind of family origin, from the small and smooth, is not suitable, but it is more suitable for those who pass through life, who are hard-working, tough, and less critical. Moreover, as can be seen from his words and demeanor, the appearance looks rough and informal, but the inside is more delicate and knows the size. If Xiao Xiao can be loved by such people, it is her blessing.

Of course, this kind of thing, the two feelings are happy, Xiaoqiu only quietly watching, silently blessing.

Back home, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening. Song Xiucheng sent her and Song Xiuju to the gate. When she saw the door, she turned and went back.

Qiufen's nephew greeted him and asked if he would stay up late. Xiaoqiu and Song Xiuju were quite full at night, so they let Qiufen's nephew go to rest first.

Everyone is getting more and more busy. When they come back, they are less. When Song Xiuju comes back, they still live with Xiaoqiu. The girls are lying in the bed, just like going back to the bandits of their homes. I will sleep after talking for a while.

Xiaoqiu wrapped his quilt and felt the warm blanket sighing comfortably. Then he smiled and went to Song Xiuju to make up, whispered: "Xiao Xiao, do you have a final exam?"

Song Xiuju sighed and explained: "It is not called the final exam. It is just a summary of the participating topics. Then it is written into the papers, and then wait for the tutor to pass... It is equivalent to the exam. No. Passing is equivalent to hanging the subject, and the subject is required to retake the exam. The paper will be rewritten, the same."

Xiaoqiu did not have a topic with Professor Wen Wei, and he was familiar with this program, but he was looking for a topic to communicate with Song Xiuju.

She turned around and looked at the outline of Song Xiuju in the dark night and continued: "Small, when can you have a holiday?"

Upon hearing this question, Song Xiuju smiled and said: "We have no fixed holidays, how many days of vacation can be placed, depends on the tutor's arrangement... It happens that there are problems, and only two days and three days of tutors are also available. If the subject is finished, the tutor is more benevolent, and it will be given for twenty days in half a month. However, our tutor is fairly reasonable, and it should not be too embarrassing. The sisters and sisters said that in the past, there were almost two weeks of leave. This year should be about the same."

Speaking of this, Song Xiuju turned and asked: "Are you going to the countryside after the winter vacation? The summer vacation is so hot that it is hard to get rid of the winter vacation. There is no stove in the village without heating, it can be cold."

Xiaoqiu smiled silently and said: "I still want to go... cold is not afraid, there are winter-specific cases in winter. And, if it is really cold, you can run in the south, it is not so cold."

"South...smoke rain Jiangnan?" Song Xiuju had some martyrdom.

Xiao Qiuqi smiled and said: "That is the matter of March and April... It is said that the cold in the south is not like the north, it is the kind of wet and cold, and it is quite uncomfortable to drill the bones in the bones. Or do you let us go with us?"

Song Xiuju snorted and did not answer. There is a voice in my heart. If it is ok, she wants to cross Japan, and Wenyu is on the other side of the sea.

Thinking of Yan Wenzhao, Song Xiuju was a bit ecstasy at the moment: his vows before his departure were still in his ear, but only half a year later, she had already clearly felt his coldness.

When he left, his letter was almost one or two or three days later. In less than two months, the frequency of letters was reduced. What he said in his letter was no longer a deep miss and attachment to her. It is to complain that the pace of life there is fast, and that life is hard to learn. He has to work hard to learn the language, overcome the language barrier, and also go to the restaurant to work. His language is not enough, he still takes a student visa, so he can only work as a black worker. The work is the most tired and dirty, and the reward is the least...

She always uses the other party too hard, no time to write letters to comfort herself. In fact, deep down, there is no bad hunch.

However, this evening, a sentence of Cheng Yu let her determine the guess in her heart. Cheng Yu said that one of his seniors, Dongdu, had completed his studies in a language school for half a year. Hearing and communicating were not a problem.

Xiang Chuanwu also said that there are many connections between Japanese and Chinese, and it is much easier to learn than English. As long as it is not particularly stupid, it is enough to learn the language for half a year.

What is stupid? of course not!

When she left the house, Song Xiucheng also whispered to her and said, let her not worry, Yan Wenyi is studying at public expense, tuition and living expenses are not taken care of themselves, and it is not easy to work while studying as a self-funded international student. It is still relatively easy...

Xiaoqiu has no sound, breathing is fine, probably falling asleep.

Song Xiuju Ping lay on the pillow. In the dark night, her eyes widened. There were two tears. She slowly slid down the corner of her eye and flowed into her horns.

Early the next morning, Song Xiuju still got up very early. After washing, she went to the kitchen to help Qiufen scorpion cook together, prepare breakfast, and made a pot cake for Xiaoqiu.

Xiaoqiu eats the fragrant pot cake, while discussing with Song Xiuju where to go shopping... With the growing prosperity of the capital, several shopping malls have been opened, stroll around, find a small shop at noon to eat some food, no Lost is a lighthearted weekend arrangement.

As a result, the two of them have not discussed where to go shopping, the door is ringing, Wu Ge Qin Yu actually came in together.

Since Wu Ge returned to school, the number of times he came out was very small. However, unlike going to Xijiang and the south, he couldn’t see anyone. Xiaoqiu estimated that this one came back very regularly, as if he came back once in two weeks. And, every time she can see people.

Seeing these two entrances, Xiaoqiu took a moment to react. It seems that Wu Ge had just returned last week, so she subconsciously asked: "How come you come back this week?"

When is the military school’s leave so easy? Doesn't this always ask him not to specialize?

Wu Ge smiled and pointed to the pot cake on the table. "Do you do it?"

Song Xiuju had already taken the dishes for two people, and Qiufen’s scorpion went into the house and took out the soup.

When I heard Wu Ge’s inquiry, Song Xiuju smiled and said: “You didn’t eat it, just eat it together, it’s hot and delicious.”

Wu Ge unceremoniously sat down, picked up a roll of pot cake and ate it. Three or two mouthfuls, a burrito was laid down. He took a soup and took a sip. This answered Xiaoqiu’s question: "We have a next week. Training, specially gave us a day off..."