Chapter 66 Chapter 9 The old wooden door creaked.
The old wooden door creaked.
The two people inside the door turned around at the same time, looking at the person who opened the door, feeling guilty, like thieves.
When the two men saw the person coming, their brows relaxed, as if relieved, and their hands moved a little faster.
Xie Qingyu took a glance and found that what they were hiding in a hurry seemed to be a piece of paper.
A piece of torn paper, so precious?
Xie Qingyu didn't believe it, so he took two quick steps and walked up to the two of them, wanting to see what was going on.
"What are you doing so close?" Song Jiale was the first to notice Xie Qingyu approaching and shouted.
Xie Qingyu saw that Fu Chen had already put the things away, so it was hopeless for him to peek, and there was no way Song Jiale could defeat him.
Directly preemptive strike: "Is it not okay for me to go back to my own place?"
Xie Qingyu leaned forward and said jokingly, "You? You don't belong in the Youth Hostel. Why don't you go to work in broad daylight? You're hiding in the Youth Hostel and acting suspiciously. What are you doing?"
Song Jiale seemed to be caught by the tail. He hesitated for a long time, feeling guilty and didn't say a word.
However, Fu Chen, who was standing by, couldn't bear to see the person he loved so aggrieved, so he started to explain.
"I called Jiale here. He came to see me for a solution to a problem."
Fu Chen replied politely, with a hypocritical face and a false explanation.
Xie Qingyu only spoke to defend Song Jiale after seeing Fu Chen put away the paper in his hand.
Unable to spy on anything else, Xie Qingyu was too lazy to bother with the two of them anymore, so he walked around them and came to his bed.
Seeing the danger, the two of them didn't stay any longer. Xie Qingyu had already left when he passed by them.
Xie Qingyu looked at the two of them, and his expression of joy was revealed just from their backs, but he was very dissatisfied.
What on earth made these two people so happy?
Xie Qingyu took out the original plot and planned to find out what was going on. The original plot did not elaborate on this part, but it did say that two teachers in the village primary school seemed to have retired recently, and they were planning to find two people to replace them.
In the original plot, it seems that Fu Chen and Song Jiale took office.
There was nothing wrong with Fu Chen taking the position; after all, he was an educated youth sent to the countryside, and at least he had completed high school. However, the other person, Song Jiale, was criticized by many in the village.
The villagers don’t know the specific situation of Fu Chen, but how could Song Jiale not know?
Can a person who is spoiled at home, needs persuasion even when studying, and has terrible grades really teach good students?
But the village chief had already made his decision, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
What did the village chief say at the time? "He's only a high school student, more than qualified to teach elementary school. Besides, if he doesn't show up when the job is open, and then he gets selected but isn't satisfied, what would he be doing in the first place?"
The villagers sensed the anger in the village chief's words. Although they didn't know what the second half meant, they understood the first half.
But the village chief was right. There shouldn't be any problem with Song Jiale teaching elementary school students. He just assumed Song Jiale had connections, and didn't want to offend the village chief, so he didn't investigate further.
The matter was left unresolved.
Xie Qingyu noticed what the village chief said and pondered in his heart.
I don’t think that was the school’s recruitment notice just now!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was true, and as he was thinking about it, he arrived at the village chief's house.
It was a good opportunity, because it was the end of the month and the village chief was at home, counting the villagers' work points for the month.
Since he was at home and someone came to look for him, the village chief couldn't stand Xie Qingyu's daily behavior, but he couldn't leave him out in the cold.
Putting down the pen in his hand, he asked, "What's the matter with Xie Zhiqing coming to see me?"
Xie Qingyu couldn't ask about the teacher directly either.
Thinking of the injured Song Boyuan, I asked the doctor to see him last night and passed by from one end of the village to the other. In addition, Song Boyuan, who had never missed a day of work, did not go to work today.
There are no secrets in the village. I think most people in the village should have known about it so early in the morning.
"Song Boyuan was injured because of me, I can't just leave him alone!
"But village chief, look at me, I can't lift anything with my hands or shoulders. I don't know what to do."
Xie Qingyu spoke tactfully, but his meaning was clear.
The village chief immediately understood what Xie Qingyu meant. His expression, which had been stern, had become a bit kinder since Xie Qingyu's words. Looking at Xie Qingyu's appearance, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had a son who was beginning to grow up.
The others didn't know about Xie Qingyu's situation, but the village chief did know a little bit, and was also aware of Xie Qingyu's previous decadent behavior. Although he understood, he had to agree.
In the eyes of the village chief, it was okay to be sad, after all, the gap was so big, but it was wrong to be depressed. Now that Xie Qingyu had the ambition to make progress, he also thought seriously about what was suitable for Xie Qingyu to do.
"The school wants to select two new teachers to teach the elementary students." A hint of doubt flashed in the village chief's eyes. "Didn't I hand the notice and registration form to Fu Chen of your Youth Academy yesterday?"
"Why don't you know the news yet?"
Xie Qingyu looked bewildered: "I haven't heard of this news!"
The village chief suppressed his kindness and spoke solemnly, "Here's another registration form. Take it and have a look. I'll go to the Youth League House tonight and talk to the comrades there."
"Okay, thank you, village chief." Having gotten what he wanted, Xie Qingyu didn't want to pay attention to the suspicions, so he thanked him repeatedly and left.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the village chief couldn't bear to see Xie Qingyu continue to fall into depravity, so he counseled him: "You are an educated youth sent to the countryside. This opportunity is rare. Go back and prepare well."
Knowing that the village chief was doing this for his own good, Xie Qingyu calmed down and answered solemnly: "I was wrong to do that before, and I won't do it again in the future."
The village chief looked at Xie Qingyu's back as he left, a hint of relief appearing on his face.
Maybe this time it can really change?
Xie Qingyu wasn't worried about this exam; it was just a test of relevant knowledge. Unlike the educated youth who hadn't read in years, for a time traveler still studying, a small recruitment exam wasn't going to be easy for him.
The village chief is going to the Youth League Home in the evening, probably to discuss this matter.
Passing by the Youth League Home, it was almost noon and Xie Qingyu saw that quite a few people had gathered there.
The original owner not only had a bad reputation among the villagers, but also in the Youth League Institute. Thinking of the village chief coming back, Xie Qingyu left with peace of mind.
Let’s go back and make lunch first and talk about this in the evening!
Anyway, I will go there sooner or later tonight, and I can watch a good show by the way. Thinking of this, Xie Qingyu felt more at ease.
Anyway, the culprit is Fu Chen.
"Why are you in the kitchen? You're still injured! I'll cook." She went straight to the bedroom as soon as she got home, but didn't see Song Boyuan. She didn't expect him to come to the kitchen.
"It's okay, it's not your leg that's injured." Song Boyuan glanced at Xie Qingyu with no expression on his face and continued cooking.
"But you have to stand while cooking! It's not good for your legs, let me do it!" His eyes were full of worry.
Song Boyuan glanced at Xie Qingyu, then looked at the dilapidated kitchen that had been cleaned up but still looked like ruins after the explosion.
"Are you sure?"
The dark wall was painted once, but it still looked yellow. Xie Qingyu lowered his head and said guiltily, "Well, I'm here to help. Let me support you!"
He silently supported Song Boyuan's waist to prevent him from exerting force with his feet.
A pair of hands appeared at my waist, my body felt lighter, and my feet, which were originally on tiptoe, were now off the ground.
My legs feel much more comfortable, but I can't tell what's wrong.
Xie Qingyu was holding him from behind. She couldn't see what was in the pot, so she subconsciously moved closer to Song Boyuan and asked, "What's in the pot?"
He didn't know if it was because the temperature was too high or because he was too hot inside, but Song Boyuan felt that the slightest breathing sound of Xie Qingyu in his ears was burning.
Not to mention the face, it's already so hot that you can boil water there.
"Didn't you hear it? Or are you feeling upset? Why don't you answer?" Xie Qingyu didn't get a response for a long time and asked three times anxiously.
"No...no, it's just too hot." The heat grew stronger as Xie Qingyu spoke, "It's potatoes."
"Potatoes?" As expected, this kind of high-yield food can be eaten for a long time.
The potato-head thanked Qingyu, who liked potatoes the way they looked: "That's great."
The person he was hugging on his back was trembling slightly, and his joy was extremely contagious. Song Boyuan noticed it and felt happy too.
"Really? I'm glad you like it."
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"Come on, eat more if you like it." Song Boyuan used the serving chopsticks to pick up a large piece of potato for Xie Qingyu.
"good."
Song Boyuan was lucky yesterday and managed to catch a lot of prey before falling off the cliff. Unfortunately, when he came back, there was only one hare left.
Fortunately, there was still some meat left.
A cute grey hare.
"Where did you go today?" Xie Qingyu rarely went out in the past, and he was nowhere to be seen the whole morning today. Song Boyuan asked this question subconsciously.
"I went back to the Youth Hostel." Xie Qingyu put down his chopsticks. "Oh, by the way, I have to go to the Youth Hostel again tonight."
Song Boyuan lowered his head to eat. After Xie Qingyu finished speaking, he raised his head three times after taking a bite of food and looked at the young man opposite him.
Xie Qingyu asked, "What's wrong? Do you want to say something?"
He couldn't eat properly because he kept looking up at him.
"Are you going back?" The voice was very soft, as if it was said unintentionally.
But Xie Qingyu couldn't ignore that burning gaze.
"You mean going back to the Youth Hostel?"
Song Boyuan nodded.
Xie Qingyu was puzzled. Didn’t he just say that he wanted to go back?
Didn’t you hear?
"Yes, I have to go back."
When Song Boyuan got the definite answer, the puppy's ears drooped and it looked at Xie Qingyu with a strange look.
Xie Qingyu felt uneasy because of the look on his face, and he always felt that he had not answered well just now.
After pondering for a while, he still couldn't guess: "Is there something wrong?"
I knew if I didn't ask, I wouldn't know what would happen next: "It's you, you're going back to the Youth Hostel, aren't you planning on coming back?"
After saying this, Song Boyuan looked lonely. He was originally like this and should have felt this way long ago.
Why was Xie Qingyu being stared at by a gaze that looked like a heartless man? She finally understood what Song Boyuan meant.
He hadn't thought much about it before because he was self-aware, but he didn't expect that Song Boyuan actually wanted him to stay.
Xie Qingyu understood what he meant, and the mischievous part in his heart jumped out again: "Yes, I have to go back. I was sick before, so I rested here with you. Now that I'm better, it's time to go back."
"Really? Then go!" Song Boyuan answered subconsciously.
I felt extremely resentful about his injury. Why did he get injured at this time?
"Are you chasing me away?" Xie Qingyu temporarily ignored Song Boyuan's sadness and asked.
Song Boyuan waved his hands quickly: "No... no. I didn't chase you away."
"That's good. I'll go back and pack up my things in the Youth League Home and live with you from now on." Xie Qingyu said cheerfully.
It was as if an insignificant matter was decided.
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