2. Chapter 2: Clarify for yourself



Chapter 2: Clarifying Yourself

What she said was all true. At that time, because of Luo Yecheng, she and Jiang Xiaowan started arguing and cursing at the riverside, and then they started pushing each other. In the end, she stepped on a stone and accidentally slipped into the water.

Her voice was a little weak. “Who on earth is spreading this rumor? You should be able to tell where I fell into the water. The traces of slipping and falling are different from those of jumping.”

Hearing his words, the aunts in the car opened their mouths wide.

"I remember when Jiang Xiaowan went to call for help, the first person to rush over was Niu Pozi. It seemed that she was the one who shouted that Song Zhixiao had jumped into the water for Luo Zhiqing, so everyone thought so too."

Liu Guifen: "Bullshit! My mother-in-law didn't say that."

That old woman Niu was exactly the old woman with whom the original owner had a conflict not long after he went to the countryside.

Liu Guifen is also her daughter-in-law.

Song Wei sneered in her heart: "It seems that Granny Niu still cares about what happened before. She is trying to ruin my reputation by making up stories about me."

Everyone: …………

With the way you chased after Luo Zhiqing before, what kind of reputation do you still have?

Song Wei smiled bitterly: "There is a reason why I am chasing after Luo Zhiqing."

The people on the ox cart immediately pricked up their ears.

She said angrily, "Luo Zhiqing and I grew up in the same courtyard. His family was much poorer than mine. When he went to the countryside, he asked me for a lot of money and said he would treat me well in the future.

Later he wrote to me and told me how difficult it was for him in the village. I sent him some more votes and money. Tell me, I have voted for him, so if I don't chase him, can I get those votes back?"

Everyone's eyes widened; they didn't expect there would be such a thing.

Song Wei pretended to be sad: "If he doesn't like me, why did he take my tickets and the money? There was even a bicycle ticket among them."

"hiss……"

Tickets are precious these days, bicycle tickets are even more so.

The number of people who have bicycle tickets in their county town can be counted on one hand.

Rural people have never seen it.

Anyway, except for the captain's family, no one else in their Ping'an Brigade has a bicycle, and that bicycle is a second-hand one.

"How could this educated youth Luo be like this?"

If they were in their shoes, they would also feel heartbroken and their hearts would ache.

And why is this girl so naive? She just gave the bicycle ticket as soon as I asked.

Li Juan opened her mouth wide: "That Luo Zhiqing is too... too much!"

Liu Guifen said sarcastically, "Who knows whether what you said is true or not? I don't think Luo Zhiqing is that kind of person."

It’s not that she has a good impression of Luo Yecheng, but she just can’t bear to see Song Wei feel comfortable.

Song Wei raised the corner of her mouth: "Of course I have evidence. He mentioned it in the letter he wrote to me, and he also wrote an IOU for the bicycle ticket he gave to Luo Zhiqing."

As he recalled, when Luo Yecheng knew that the original owner had a bicycle ticket, he took the initiative to write him an IOU in order to coax her to give it to him.

The aunties in this village are all good at gossip, and what she said on the ox cart will soon spread throughout the village.

Song Wei no longer chased after Luo Yecheng, and even had a suitable reason to turn against him.

The aunts, who were gossipy to begin with, were so excited about this big piece of news that they all started discussing it heatedly.

Song Wei's image in their hearts also successfully changed from a silly girl who was confused and committed suicide for love to a poor little girl.

Of course, they were stupid. No one would give so many tickets, including bicycle tickets! My goodness, they had never seen what a bicycle ticket looked like.

The journey was a bit far, and they were embarrassed to talk too much about Song Wei, the person involved, so they quickly changed the subject and talked about other gossip in the village.

The road was bad and the ox cart was bumpy. Song Wei felt like her butt was about to split, but she was still quite satisfied after eating the melons from the village along the way.

She really likes this simple atmosphere of fireworks, without any calculation or fighting.

She also blended smoothly into the gossip group of these old ladies, and her occasional comments further aroused the aunts' desire to chat.

Li Juan stared blankly at Song Wei, who looked pale and weak, but had sneaked into the group of aunts and was eating a handful of pumpkin seeds.

This... How come this is different from before? The ox cart pulled them back to the village. The aunts were still a little reluctant to leave, and so was Song Wei.

She held Aunt Ma's hand with sparkling eyes: "Aunts, I just realized that I get along so well with you. Please remember to look for me when you chat in the future."

Aunt Ma was softened by her look: "Don't worry, my girl. If you have any difficulties, come to me. Leave the rumors you and Luo Zhiqing spread to me. I promise to explain them clearly to you."

Song Wei looked at her with gratitude.

"Auntie, you are really my auntie."

After reluctantly watching the aunts leave, Song Wei went to the educated youth point with Li Juan with a relaxed expression.

Li Juan is still a little dazed and can't recover.

"Song Wei, how did you do it?"

The villagers are actually somewhat xenophobic. In their eyes, the educated youth who went to the countryside are weaklings who can't do anything and can't even support themselves.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Especially someone like Song Wei who looked sickly at first glance, even though she was pretty, was not liked by the aunties and grandpas in the village, or even the uncles and grandpas.

The people at the educated youth training centers were from the city, so they looked down on the country people to a certain extent.

So both sides are basically in a state where neither looks down on the other.

She really learned a lot today.

Song Wei raised an eyebrow: "It will be fine if we chat for a while."

Who doesn’t have a hobby of eating melons?

At this time, most of the educated youth had gone to work, and only one educated youth stayed at the educated youth site to cook for everyone.

I was also surprised to see them coming back.

"Hey, Song Wei, you are finally back."

The female educated youth spoke in a sarcastic tone, with a gloating look in her eyes. Song Wei didn't believe that she was greeting him out of kindness.

Without paying any attention to her, Song Wei returned to her residence according to her memory.

The houses at the educated youth site are all adobe houses. These were the houses left behind by the old landlord for his servants to live in. There is a row of houses connected together.

But each room is very small, about 17 square meters.

But this house was not given by the village for free.

If the educated youth wanted to live there, they had to pay rent, ten yuan.

After paying ten dollars, you can stay there forever.

If you don’t want to pay rent, you can sleep on a dormitory bed.

Song Wei has her own small single room, which she is very satisfied with.

However, even if the original owner did not have a single room, she would find a way to get the money to live in one.

Song Wei opened the door and went straight to a package placed on the bedside to look for money.

She took out a dollar and twenty cents from a pile of change and put it back, then turned and left the room.

"Thank you, Li Zhiqing. This is to pay you back, and the remaining two cents is to thank you for taking care of me before."

Li Juan was delighted to receive the one dollar and twenty cents.

"This... it's only natural for us educated youth to help each other. You should take it back."

Song Wei shook her head: "Nothing is as it should be."

She would not take it for granted that this was the way it should be.


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