It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    The hen croaked and lowered her head to peck at the rice on the ground. The vegetable field was lush and green, with green leaves, snow-white stalks, and crystal water droplets rolled down from the tips of the leaves. The vines are more dense, half of them are illuminated by the sun, and the green shadows are shaking to reveal a few red traces.

    "She was so embarrassed to talk about buying your bike? I'm dying of laughter, she can say that?"

    "Does she have a face? Why doesn't she find her man to go."

    …

    Yesterday, I vaguely heard the noise in the yard next door, Wang Xueshu came to Jiang Shuangling during the day to inquire about the situation yesterday, and Jiang Shuangling told her the whole thing.

    Wang Xueshu scoffed at Luo Hongchun's behavior.

    "I haven't become a teacher yet, with such a grand style, does she think she is Teacher Yao? I think she is a quality teacher, I guess she can't be a teacher..." Wang Xueshu picked it up casually I picked up a flower in my own yard and ripped it off one by one in my hand to play with.

    She very generously handed one to Jiang Shuangling, "One for you."

    Jiang Shuangling took the flowers handed over by the other party and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Wang Xueshu, you are still the master of destroying flowers."

    She thought that the other party had planted flowers all over the yard, and he was also a flower lover, but she didn't expect that she would fold if she said so.

    "Isn't there a saying that if there are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. Now the flowers are blooming just right, and when they are folded, they can be kept in a water bottle for a few days and eaten. It's time to keep your eyes peeled."

    "People grow vegetables to serve the table, and I also grow flowers to serve the table."

    Jiang Shuangling laughed: "Then I plant flowers and vegetables, all for the dinner table."

    Wang Xueshu covered her mouth and said, "It's interesting that you talk, it's fun to have your neighbor... Hey, if you sign up to be that elementary school teacher, then Luo Hongchun will have something to do."

    "I don't like being a primary school Chinese teacher, I like drawing."

    "You actually like to draw and don't like to sing. You really are blind to your good voice. By the way, I heard that you went to the art training class of the factory to learn how to draw?"

    Jiang Shuangling nodded and replied, "Yeah."

    "How is your study?"

    "It's okay."

    "Can you draw Western paintings?"

    Jiang Shuangling was stunned for a moment, but still said honestly: "A little bit."

    Of course, she knows not a little.

    Western painting, also known as oil painting.

    Hearing this, Wang Xueshu suddenly smiled charmingly and threw a wink at her, and said with all kinds of style: "I always wanted to find someone to paint me a picture."

    "Draw me dancing."

    "When you learn it later, how about helping my sister to draw a Western painting of dancing."

    Jiang Shuangling agreed very readily: "No problem, Sister Wang, don't think my paintings are not good-looking."

    "Oh, please don't call me sister Wang or sister-in-law. I get a headache when I hear these addresses, so just call me by my name."

    "I don't dislike your ugly paintings. No matter how ugly your paintings are, can they be as ugly as my old He's paintings?"

    Before she wanted to find a male painter to paint a Western painting for herself, her family elder He got jealous when he heard it, so he drew a painting and gave it to her.

    When Wang Xueshu saw the painting, he was so angry that he couldn't even eat.

    He is really thick-skinned and self-confident, and he even plans to frame his paintings.

    Jiang Shuangling couldn't help laughing: "...I will try my best to help you draw it well, I promise."

    Wang Xueshu: "Let's make a letter."

    Jiang Shuangling: "Then I won't paint anymore."

    "Forget it, you still have to paint it, and you have to keep a memory no matter what, we don't dislike your ugly painting, after all, you are just learning."

    "Hey, but you've been at home every day recently, and it's really boring. If you have time, do you want to go to our art troupe compound with me in a few days to see the little girl over there rehearse ."

    "Okay." Anyway, she is also idle. Jiang Shuangling is also very curious about the performances of art troupes in this era.

    "Then wait a few days and find a time when I'm free."

    After chatting with Wang Xueshu, Jiang Shuangling tidyed up her vegetable garden and went to find someone to find out when Qi Heng would return, but she still didn't hear the definite return date, which made her more and more uneasy. taste.

    Jiang Shuangling didn't sleep well at night, and she still felt very tired when she woke up. It has been fifteen days since Qi Heng left.

    The promised to come back in seven or eight days, how long has it been now.

    "I knew I wouldn't be back for so long. Why was I in a hurry to make clothes?"

    "Might as well keep it and do it later."

    Sending her two children to school, Jiang Shuangling also came to Rongcheng by car to attend the training class. She is different from the workers in the factory. She does not have a class. However, the workers in the factory would come for a few classes when they had free time, and some would not come because they were busy with work.

    Therefore, the number of students in each class is different.

    It has been a while since the submission letter they sent, and she and Xue Li have not heard back from Rongcheng Pictorial.

    In the days when it was just sent out, Xue Li looked forward to receiving a reply from the editorial department every day.

    The originally excited heart gradually sank to the bottom.

    Because they are all near Rongcheng, the editorial department can receive their submissions in one day at most, and at most three days. Now that more than ten days have passed, there should be some echoes, right? In the end is to, or to withdraw?

    Xue Li has a lot of thoughts every day. She felt that their manuscripts would definitely be selected, and then she felt unconfident and worried that their manuscripts would be returned.

    "Perhaps the processing link over there is slow, and it will take two or three months to receive an answer." Xue Li was very anxious, and every day passed like an ant on a hot pot. Tea does not want to eat rice, and the originally small round face has become thinner.

    Her mother also laughed at her: "You girls, you are in your twenties, and you are still playing with children. You only learned to paint for a few days, and then you learn to submit manuscripts."

    "The art students don't have that ability."

    After a few days, Xue Li gradually began to feel that the hope of successful submission was getting lower and lower. She bought a new issue of Rongcheng Comics, but she was listless and had no mood to read it.

    She comforted herself in her heart, "It's good to draw it."

    Xue Li now only hopes that if the submission is unsuccessful, the editorial department of the pictorial can reject the manuscript, so that she can collect those paintings for comfort.

    "Mom, I went to the training class."

      Press on the body.

    "Jiang Mei, are you also for the manuscript?"

    "You can rest assured, even if the draft is not selected, this is a good exercise for us."

    …

    "Huh?!" Jiang Shuangling, who was in a daze, was stunned for a moment, and when she looked back, she saw Xue Li, who cared about her, and she smiled, "I'm not worried about this, let's talk about it. , how many days did it take to send it, maybe it will take a few months to get a reply?"

    Jiang Shuangling is not in a hurry for the draft. She can choose whether she can choose it or not.

    "Then why are you worried?"

    Jiang Shuangling blurted out: "For a dog—" man.

    Xue Li: "???"

    "For a communication matter." Jiang Shuangling coughed and turned around abruptly.

    "A matter of communication? Did you quarrel with your lover?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "It's almost the same."

    "Perhaps more than a fight."

    The premise of a quarrel is that there is someone around her who can quarrel with her, and now there is no one on the other side.

    Xue Li opened her mouth, she was a single girl and didn't know how to comfort her, "You..."

    She held it back for a long time before she managed to hold back a persuasive sentence that she knew: "There is no overnight feud between husband and wife, don't they all say bedside fights and bedside peace."

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    She didn't know what Xue Li had misunderstood.

    Jiang Shuangling laughed: "I dare not fight him."

    The other party can press her down with one arm, of course... It may also be that she overestimated herself.

    But at this moment, a sneer came from their side, Sun Yanyan wearing a tailored pink dress, passed by their side, leaving a meaningful smile.

    "Women must have long eyes when they marry, and marry a young and talented man."

     "But don't learn to be a stepmother, be beaten or scolded, it is yourself who is wronged."

    "You!" Xue Li was so angry that she was about to rush to find her for a theory, but Jiang Shuangling held her back with a smile, "Don't be impulsive, the teacher is here."

    Xue Li sighed: "You have a good temper, don't you feel wronged?"

    Jiang Shuangling shook her head: "...Maybe you have misunderstood something."

    Xue Li: "Huh?"

    "She's the kind of person who just doesn't want to look for trouble, and quarrels with that kind of person in the classroom, I think it's a shame." Jiang Shuangling didn't want to quarrel with each other in public, and let the people around her watch it as a joke and fun , even if the quarrel wins, it is meaningless.

    Besides, the other party had something to say, and she, the client, listened to it, she just felt...wanted to laugh.

    Sun Yanyan sat down on the seat, and a female companion surnamed Zhang next to her pushed her with her elbow, "Why do you always have trouble with her?"

    "I just don't like her." After Sun Yanyan finished speaking, she suddenly saw Zhang Yuesheng walking by in the crowd, and immediately put on a smile and greeted the other party, "Mechanic Zhang came early today. ."

    Through Sun Yanyan's efforts, her relationship with Zhang Yuesheng has gotten better and better, and today she plans to tentatively suggest that the other party go to the cinema together to watch a movie.

    Sun Yanyan and Zhang Yuesheng said a few words, and they noticed the strange eyes of several female employees. Sun Yanyan regarded these eyes as jealousy.

    They all envy me for being able to climb such a young, cultured and good-looking man.

    The person next to Sun Yanyan asked her in a low voice, "Did you talk to Mechanic Zhang?"

    Listening to her question, Sun Yanyan pursed her lips and did not answer a word, but there was a smile in her eyes.

    The people next to her were anxious and asked her repeatedly: "Say, say, how have you developed?"

    Sun Yanyan waved her hand: "It's not the target now, don't talk nonsense, I just admire and admire Zhang Mechanic in my heart."

    The person who asked her covered her mouth and snickered: "That's a play."

    Other people in the art training class vaguely heard their conversation, and there were many discussions in private.

    "Technician Zhang is indeed a talented person. There were so many female workers in the factory before, but he didn't like any of them."

    "He's good-looking, literate, and has a lot of eyes."

    "If you want to marry him, marry him, young and handsome."

    "That Sun Yanyan is also very powerful."

    "Don't say, they're a good match when they're standing."

    …

    Even Jiang Shuangling and the others were sitting here, and they heard similar discussions. Another Aunt Liu in her 40s who was at the same table as Xue Li looked at her and sighed: "What do you think you are? Beautiful girl, why did you get married so early?"

    Be a stepmother.

    "If you are single, you are the best match for Mechanic Zhang in our factory."

    The corners of Jiang Shuangling's mouth twitched. Before she heard other words, she didn't feel anything, but now hearing Aunt Liu's words, it made her sick.

    Because she thinks Zhang Yuesheng is very greasy, before this man deliberately said something in front of her to pursue freedom, to be wronged, she is not a fool, you can guess what this man is thinking.

    "Auntie, how old is the technician Zhang in your factory?"

    Aunt Liu heard her question, thinking that Jiang Shuangling was interested, she immediately looked at her with a look of good drama, and said frivolously: "Twenty-six-seven, for a man, he is still young It's the prime of life."

    "Really? Twenty-six-seven? Not too young, haven't you married yet?"

    Aunt Liu: "It's alright, it's been a few years since I was newly transferred, and I'm not too old."

    Jiang Shuangling: "He is older than the old man I married."

    Xue Li: "???"

    Aunt Liu: "???"

    Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you joking? Is your lover not yet thirty?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "I haven't even reached the age of twenty-five, and I don't know if you are considered fake."

    Aunt Liu smiled shyly, "Mechanic Zhang in our factory is literate, a literate person is considered young at twenty-five or sixty-six, look how good-looking he is wearing eyes. ."

    Jiang Shuangling shook her head, that Zhang Yuesheng, with a Chinese character face, wearing a pair of glasses... She didn't understand why she looked good even with glasses?

    Unable to understand the aesthetics of this era.

    "My love is better looking."

    Xue Li curiously said: "Really, I really want to see your husband."

    Aunt Liu snorted: "Your husband went to college, did he go to high school? Or elementary school?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "I graduated from high school, my wife studied early, a college student who graduated in the 1960s."

    Aunt Liu was choked for a moment. The mechanic Zhang she knew had only graduated from high school and did not get a college diploma.

    She muttered in a low voice, "It must be made up."

    Jiang Shuangling laughed, not interested in talking to her anymore.

    This time it was an oil painting class. The teacher instructed them to draw a still life, a simple earthen pot. Jiang Shuangling finished the painting very quickly, while Xue Li next to him racked his brains to draw a very abstract painting painting.

    It's so abstract... Jiang Shuangling felt that she drew a distorted vat.

    Xue Li herself thinks that Western painting is much easier to learn than Chinese painting. She thinks that the clay pots she paints are very expressive, and she is a little proud: "Maybe my talent is not in Chinese painting, I should study oil painting hard, Look at it, it's all in shape, you can see what it is."

    The corner of Jiang Shuangling's mouth twitched: "..."

    It does have a shape, a big vat.

    Compared with the scribbled Chinese paintings that Xue Li painted before, the abstract oil paintings she paints now do seem a little more advanced.

    But this senior definitely does not mean that she is good at drawing.

    Jiang Shuangling covered her forehead.

    After class, Jiang Shuangling was called by He Wenjin to say a few words, and the other party lent her a few books.

    "Seeing your progress these days, I really think I've discovered a genius."

    "Mr. He, you shouldn't say this even to encourage me, I'm not a genius." Jiang Shuangling smiled and shook her head, she clearly knew that she was by no means a genius, just Others have learned more than 20 years of painting, and she can only be regarded as a little gifted at best.

    He Wenjin took her hand, "I heard that you and your husband..."

    "My love and I have a good relationship."

    "That's it." He Wenjin nodded and didn't ask any more, "Learn to paint well, I know you came here to learn painting, and you have come here with your heart. Master Qin Guangyuan, he communicated with me and said that he will come to class in a while, if you come across his class, you must observe and understand it carefully, and you can ask him if you have any questions."

     "Yes, thank you Mr. He."

    "I've been asking for letters from my family almost every day these days. Our postman is getting tired of asking me." After the training class ended, Xue Li held Jiang Shuangling's hand together. Go outside.

    "Then take it easy, be careful that the postman will not dare to pass through your door."

    "Sister Jiang." Xue Li sighed, she felt that she had read it, and she was afraid that Jiang Shuangling would be hit, "What if we were rejected?"

    "What else can I do, Xue Li, keep working hard, I believe there are other opportunities."

    "You're right, that is... what if I go to write a new story?" Xue Li felt that their comic strip was not selected, and it was possible that she was the original author. The story is boring, not because Jiang Shuangling's paintings are not good-looking.

    She has come and gone in the past few days to read the story she wrote countless times, and the more she reads it, the more boring she feels.

    "Then you can write, and I can be your reader." Jiang Shuangling thinks that Xue Li herself is very talented in writing. If she is interested in this aspect, she can keep writing, maybe In the future, she can also have a writer friend.

    "Then I'll write, Sister Jiang, I still have a lot of ideas in my mind!" After thinking about it, Xue Li felt that the last bit of depression in her chest was gone. If she is not selected once, she can still write new stories.

    Time and time again, there will always be progress.

    "It's that...that, are you still willing to help me draw the story into a comic strip?"

    "Of course I do, as long as you write, I will draw." Jiang Shuangling has no writing talent, but she thinks Xue Li's story is very interesting to write, and it is also very fun to draw.

    "That's great."

    The two of them walked out of the door of the large classroom with a smile. Walking on the wide avenue, because the art get out of class was over, a large number of people poured out all of a sudden, and the bicycles of Linglingling kept reminding pedestrians to give way.

    A few people stopped under the plane tree in front.

    "That man is so handsome, is he looking for someone?"

    "Do you dare to go up and talk to him..."

    …

    Jiang Shuangling took Xue Li's hand, and after walking a few steps, she felt that she was being stared at. She glanced obliquely forward subconsciously, and saw the underside of the plane tree in front of her. standing man.

    I haven't seen each other for more than ten days, the other party seems to be a little darker, the outline of his face is clearer, and the lines are more severe, he stood there, the momentum around him was too strong, and the people around him dare not approach him.

    Jiang Shuangling blinked, a little unbelievable, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly spread in her body.

      Surging heartbeat.

    "Qi Heng..." Jiang Shuangling called out his name in a low voice.

    Xue Li tilted her head to look at her, "What did you just say?"

    She also noticed the man standing under the tree in front of her. He was taller than the people around him. He was the most conspicuous presence in the crowd. Many girls in the factory stopped. , leaned over and peeked at him.

    But Xue Li found that the man was looking at her, and it seemed that she and Jiang Shuangling were holding hands.

    Xue Li suddenly felt like a awn on her back.