Chapter 70 Chapter 70

After closing the drawer and making sure that the shirt was hidden, Jia Yourui felt relieved. She glanced outside the door. Xiao Hei was lying in the nest, taking a nap peacefully. Jia Guoye was washing dishes, and the sound of dishes and chopsticks hitting the edge of the pot could be heard faintly.

Jia Yourui walked to the bed and sat down. She yawned slowly. She

really wanted to sleep.

Because she had eaten a lot, it was noon, the temperature was a little high, and the sun was dazzling. Jia Yourui's mind was fuzzy.

She took off her shoes and lay down, pulling the corner of the quilt to cover her waist and abdomen, her head fell on the pillow, and she fell asleep soon after.

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After waking up from a sweet sleep, Jia Yourui stretched her back and felt extremely satisfied.

She filled a basin with water and washed her face with cold water to refresh herself.

Refreshed, Jia Yourui walked into the room. There were still some small water drops hidden in the broken hair on her forehead. She looked in the mirror, untied the braid that had been tilted when she slept, and reached into her hair to shake it twice to get the water out.

Although the hair was a little wet, it was very obedient in her hands. Jia Yourui re-braided her hair into a bun, revealing her clean and refreshing neck, and then took out the needlework from the dressing table.

She took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat

cross-legged by the window, ready to continue working. The bamboo outside the window is evergreen all year round, and the bamboo leaves sway in the wind. The breeze blows on her face. The green leaves not far away set off the girl's rosy cheeks because she just got up. The picture is beautiful.

Jia Yourui thought, it's a good thing that she used a clip to pin up all the loose hair, otherwise it would cover her eyes.

In the past, when Jia Yourui's eyes were tired, she would look outside and feel very comfortable.

But the afternoon work has not started yet.

Because Jia Yourui took the unfinished shirt in her hand, but she couldn't find the silver needle stuck on it.

Where is it? In

the drawer, on the floor, and on the bed.

Jia Yourui thought, it can only be in these three places.

First, she searched the drawer of the dressing table twice. She even poured everything in the drawer onto the dining table and used her fingers to search for it one by one and put it into a pile, but she still couldn't find it.

All of a sudden, an idea came into her mind and Jia Yourui broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh my God! Could it be that she didn't pay attention and dropped the silver needle on her bed?

She slept in the bed at noon. Don't let it get stuck into her body.

Jia Yourui remembered that she had read in the news that people unconsciously put many needles into their bodies while sleeping and didn't feel any pain. At this time, she squatted down in a hurry, pulled open her pants legs, and carefully checked whether there were any needle points on her skin.

There was not even a single red spot on the two white calves. Jia Yourui stretched out her fingers and pressed a few times, but she didn't feel any pain.

What about the arms?

Jia Yourui lowered her trouser legs, pulled up her sleeves, and checked again, but there were no traces.

Jia Yourui was relieved because her skin was fine, but when she searched the sheets, quilts, and mattresses over and over again, and even lay on the ground to search for several times, she still couldn't find any trace of the silver needle... After searching

back and forth, Jia Yourui, who was physically exhausted, was already very tired. There

were only two possibilities left:

a small silver needle had disappeared out of thin air; or it had been inserted into her body while she was sleeping, and it had penetrated very deeply into her skin and flesh, so that she could not feel it.

One is unrealistic in the physical sense.

As for the other, in the physiological sense, she may have to go to the hospital.

Jia Yourui sat weakly on the chair, and her little face, which was originally rosy, turned pale with fear.

...

After waking up from a nap, Jia Guoye ran to Jia Mingzhang's rice field.

Walking on the road, Jia Guoye thought that Mingzhang Bo should be able to give him an answer today. He was looking forward to it vaguely about Xiaorui's re-study.

Sure enough, at about four or five o'clock, Jia Mingzhang came back.

After eating at his sister's house and talking for a while, he hurried back to Dongjia Village.

Without even going home, Jia Mingzhang came directly to the field. He saw the tanned Jia Guoye from a distance, facing the loess and working for him with his back to the sky.

Jia Mingzhang shook his head, his expression somewhat emotional.

Thinking back to many years ago, the past events were still vivid in his mind, Jia Mingzhang smiled.

(′з(′ω`*)轻(灬ε灬)吻(ω)最(*￣3￣)╭甜(ε)∫羽( -_-)ε｀*)毛(*≧з)(ε≦*)整(* ￣3)(ε￣ *)整(ˊˋ*) When Jia Guoye was a child, he was not very tall, but he was very strong when doing things, and he could hold his head against an adult. This kid has been a talkative kid since he was young. He doesn't like to say hello when he sees people. He has a very dull personality. He only shows some expression to a few people, such as Jia Mingzhang, Jia Qiheng, and the former Zhang Xiuhua...

Jia Mingzhang is kind-hearted. He knows that Jia Guoye is not having a good life at home, so he will pay more attention to this kid when he is working. Sometimes he takes him to rest under a tree and talks to him. He thinks that children should not always keep everything in their hearts, which will make them bad.

Sometimes, Jia Mingzhang would buy him some snacks, and when he bought something his son wanted to eat, he would buy one for Jia Guoye if he remembered it. But he could not do it too often. If he did it too often, his family would have some opinions. The family situation was like that. How could he have the time to take care of other people's children? But he would do it two or three times a year.

Jia Mingzhang really liked this child who didn't talk much but had a pure heart. He also admired Guoye's ability. He didn't understand why Jia Pailin, Jia Guoye's father, didn't like such a good son. He must have been crazy.

...

Jia Guoye would repay his kindness. Many years later, when he became rich, he often asked the driver to pick up Jia Mingzhang to go to the city for fun.

In addition, he also covered all his daily expenses and took care of him like a son.

...

Jia Mingzhang pulled Jia Guoye's sleeve, "Let's go and talk under the tree."

Although Jia Guoye's expression did not change much, he could feel that he was very excited: "Okay."

...

The two walked quickly under the tree.

Jia Guoye sat down, bent his long legs, and stepped on the ground in front of him.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, Jia Guoye opened the bottle cap with one hand without saying a word and drank a big sip of water.

He tilted his head back, and sweat dripped down his face in a stream onto the ground.

He wiped his mouth with his arm, covered the glass canning bottle with water, turned his head to look at Jia Mingzhang, and asked expectantly:

"Uncle Mingzhang, how is it?"

Jia Mingzhang was still wearing the clean clothes he had changed into in the morning to go to his sister's house. In order to facilitate socializing and meeting guests, he always put a pack of better cigarettes in the pocket of this clothes.

"Smoke a cigarette first, and then talk slowly."

Jia Mingzhang opened a cigarette for Jia Guoye.

Jia Guoye took it, twisted it casually with his fingers, and smiled and said, "Thank you."

Jia Mingzhang lit the cigarette and handed him the remaining matches. Jia Guoye took it, lit the cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The two smelled each other's secondhand smoke.

"Time flies so fast~"

Jia Mingzhang sighed inexplicably, looking at Jia Guoye with a kind and complex look, squinting his eyes and taking a puff of cigarette, with a smile on his lips:

"I remember that I taught you how to smoke for the first time, and now you are an old hand, blowing circles more easily and skillfully than me."

Hearing him say this, Jia Guoye also thought of his childhood. How old was he at that time? I forgot, but he was relatively young anyway.

Uncle Mingzhang sat on the ridge of the field with him, teasing him, saying:

"Cigarettes are good for relieving fatigue, Guoye, do you want to try it?"

Jia Guoye was too tired to move, he nodded, put his head to the mouthpiece in Uncle Mingzhang's hand and took a puff... and then? He was coughed non-stop because of the choking.

The first time he smoked, it felt like cotton wool had entered his throat. Uncle Mingzhang laughed as he coughed: "You are no good."

Later, he naturally learned to smoke, and took a few puffs when he was tired. He started smoking early and could exhale circles, while Jia Guoda could only inhale and exhale. He was more addicted to smoking than Jia Guoda.

...

Jia Mingzhang continued: "Now you have grown up so much, you have a wife, and you are very loving."

The old man said, his expression a little sad.

"Hey, but I still remember the child who followed me, as thin as a monkey."

Jia Guoye was silent, and his words were hidden in his heart.

"To be honest, I really didn't want to help you and send your wife to school." Jia Mingzhang said:

"I just don't want you to suffer the loss that is destined to happen."

"I watched you grow up. When you are alone and all your money is spent on Xiaohuabao, I will feel bad."

"You are too kind and sentimental." He said.

...

"Thank you, Uncle Mingzhang." Jia Guoye looked up at Jia Mingzhang, who was speaking earnestly, with a little moisture in his eyes, and said softly: "You are doing this for my own good. I know and remember it."

Jia Guoye is usually like a cold stone. Even when facing the person he likes, he has never shown such a moving expression as now. For many years, no one has seen what he looks like when he cries.

But today, because of Jia Mingzhang's words, he was touched and his eyes were red. Although Jia Guoye still didn't cry, it was very rare.

Jia Mingzhang shook his hands and refused repeatedly, saying: "I don't want you to remember, I didn't expect to get anything in return from you, and I didn't do anything for you." He pressed the burning cigarette butt on the ground. "

You were disfigured back then, and I couldn't afford to help you." This matter has always been a thorn in his heart. Jia Mingzhang looked at the two crawling ants...

He finally got to the point and said: "Re-reading the school..."