Ruan Xi put the borrowed books away like treasures, carefully placing them in a camphorwood box.
Although in recent years, these books are considered as garbage and waste paper that is too hard to use even in the toilet. But after the college entrance examination was resumed, these books are things that many people may not be able to get even if they fight hard at the recycling station.
After putting the books away and covering the camphorwood box, Ruan Xi sat down and said to Ruan Jie, "I have found a teacher who will only teach you and me. Let's agree on a time every day to study together, and don't tell anyone else."
Ruan Jie was curious, "Who?"
Ruan Xi whispered, "Ling Yao."
Ruan Jie blurted out, "The idiot in the hanging building?"
Ruan Xi raised her hand and patted her, "How can you talk like that?"
Ruan Jie subconsciously shrank her shoulders and said embarrassedly, "I didn't mean it. People in the village say that. Gao Haiyang and his friends always bully him, but no matter they scolded him or beat him, he never said a word, nor did he run away. He just stood there and let Gao Haiyang and his friends beat him. Everyone thought he had a problem with his brain and was a fool."
Ruan Xi took a breath softly, "He He looks cute and tender, and doesn't like to stir up trouble. He is afraid of getting into trouble, so he doesn't say anything when being bullied. But he is not a fool, he is very smart, a little genius."
Ruan Jie blinked, "Really?"
Ruan Xi nodded, "Yes."
Ruan Jie didn't understand, "Then why can't you tell others?"
Ruan Xi looked at her, "Because his mother doesn't let him have much contact with people in our village, let alone let him meddle in other people's affairs, for fear of causing trouble. His mother might be unhappy if she knew, so this matter, it's enough for us to know."
Ruan Jie could understand what he said, and she nodded to Ruan Xi again, "Okay, I'll remember it."
After traveling through time for such a long time, many things, big and small, have happened, and Ruan Xi has completely adapted to the current life. Freed from the high-pressure, fast-paced modern life, she got used to the slow life in the countryside.
Here, there are no entertainment facilities, and communication and transportation are not developed. She is trapped in this small world every day, and only needs to think about food and clothing. So she feels that time passes very slowly, watching the sun rise slowly and then slowly set. She
goes to bed early at night and gets up when she hears the rooster crow in the morning, breathing the freshest air in the mountains.
She appears on the mountain road at about the same time every day, walking lightly to find the old tailor to learn the craft, and it is no exception today. She sits down at the old tailor's house and steps on the sewing machine to step out straight lines, wavy lines, and circle lines.
When she goes home in the afternoon when the sun sets in the sky, she will meet Ling Yao again by chance.
Seeing Ling Yao on the hillside today, Ruan Xi waved at him from a distance and called out, "Baby!"
Ling Yao heard the voice and looked at her, then stood up and walked towards her with a smile on his face.
He seemed to be very happy just by seeing her, because in his extremely poor and miserable life, it was rare to have such a little joy that filled his heart, so he didn't even try to hide it, and it was all hanging on the corners of his mouth and eyes.
When he came to Ruan Xi, he asked, "Have you found the books?"
Ruan Xi nodded, "Yes, I have. The Chinese and math textbooks for grades one to five, as well as the junior and senior high school textbooks, are not available for the time being. But we won't need them for the time being, so let's learn elementary school knowledge first and lay a good foundation."
Ling Yao replied, "Shall we start tomorrow?"
Ruan Xi relaxed his muscles and took a deep breath, then went to sit on a stone, "It won't be possible tomorrow. I have to talk to my teacher tomorrow. "Father is going to make clothes for other people, maybe he will be gone for two days."
Ling Yao sat down beside her, "Then let's talk about it when you come back."
Ruan Xi relaxed his body and leaned back, lying directly on the stone, squinting at the sun setting in the sky, and suddenly said, "I wonder when I can go outside the mountain to take a look."
The life scenes in the original body's memory are very limited. Apart from Fengyan Village in Fengming Mountain, the farthest he has been is the town. Because her third aunt married in the town, she went to her third aunt's house to play for a few days before.
And Ruan Xi's words evoked more emotions in Ling Yao's heart.
He lowered his head and carved the slightly round wood in his palm with a knife without saying a word.
Ruan Xi turned his head to look at him, and after looking for a while, he sat up from the stone. She now treated Ling Yao as her own person, so she stopped avoiding the question and asked him directly, "Do you miss home?"
If this happened in front of others, Ling Yao would not say a word. He did not dare to say that he would miss his previous home, that he was tired and miserable here, and that he wanted to fly out of the mountains and leave here every day, so he carved the small airplane.
But at this moment, he held the knife and carved the wood for a while, and responded with a muffled voice, "Yeah."
After responding, the thread that had been tied in his heart for several years seemed to loosen unconsciously, and he even had some unrealistic imaginations in his heart. He stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked at Ruan Xi and said, "If there is a chance in the future..."
But he stopped again at this point, because he knew more clearly in his heart that there would be no future, and there would be no chance.
Ruan Xi seemed to know what he was going to say, but she didn't show any sorrow in her eyes.
Instead, she relaxed her tone, as if she was talking about something very casual, and complemented his words by saying, "If there is a chance in the future, I will go to your house to see you." Perhaps influenced by Ruan Xi, Ling Yao suddenly felt that there was nothing to be sad about.
He raised the corners of his mouth and nodded to Ruan Xi, "Yeah."
He felt that this was empty talk, but Ruan Xi knew that sooner or later he would return to where he belonged. He didn't belong to this mountain, and he wouldn't stay here in the future. He had his own world.
Let's not talk about this anymore. Ruan Xi looked at the log in Ling Yao's hand and changed the subject by asking him, "What is this?"
Ling Yao raised the log in his hand and showed it to her, "It's a pig."
Ruan Xi laughed - it was just a pig, she asked him to carve a pig.
Ling Yao said, "After I carve it, I'll go to the mountain to find some materials to make pigments and dye it pink."
Ruan Xi pointed at the pig's nose that had not yet taken shape, "So it's called, pink pig."
Because this trip to make clothes for someone, it was likely that she would have to stay overnight at someone's place, so before leaving, Ruan Xi packed a change of clothes and toiletries at home and said hello to Liu Xinghua.
Liu Xinghua saw her out and told her, "Take care of yourself."
Ruan Xi smiled, "Not only can I take care of myself, I can also take care of my old master."
Liu Xinghua raised her hand and patted her, "He's your master already, and you still call me old man."
Ruan Xi didn't bother to tease her, but kissed her on the forehead and left with her schoolbag.
Grandma Zhao, an old partner of Liu Xinghua, came to see her and happened to witness this scene. She smiled and teased her, "I think Xiaoxi must be the reincarnation of saccharin. You are so sweet that your old face is about to bloom with smiles."
Liu Xinghua glared at Grandma Zhao with a smile on her face, "You are the one who is blooming!"
Grandma Zhao didn't tease her and asked her, "Xiaoxi, are you going to the old tailor's house to learn crafts again?"
Liu Xinghua said, "This time, not only will I go to the old tailor's house, but I will also follow the old tailor to make clothes for other people."
Grandma Zhao's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Oh, the old tailor has never taken anyone out to make clothes before, right? He has really set his sights on Xiaoxi. Maybe Xiaoxi can bring you some wages this time when she goes out."
Liu Xinghua She felt proud and couldn't help feeling happy. She said with a smile, "Before our Xiaoxi, he had never taken anyone else out to make clothes. Don't you think that he had never seriously acknowledged anyone as his apprentice before?"
Grandma Zhao said with admiration, "Xiaoxi is like her father, she is a promising person. Your eldest son is really promising. In our Fengming Mountain, he is the only one who can be an official."
Liu Xinghua felt more and more proud and smiled, but she said, "Alas, being promising is not necessarily a good thing. He is far away from home and has not been seen for many years."
This is something that both the young and the old understand. Grandma Zhao said, "There is no way. The army is busy..."
...
Ruan Xi came to the old tailor's house with his schoolbag on his back. He had just poured a bowl of water and drank two sips when four strong men knocked on the door and came in.
Because the old tailor is now old and has difficulty moving, whenever someone wants him to make clothes, they have to ask four strong men to come. Two of the men carried the machine and the iron, and the remaining two men carried the old tailor.
Ruan Xi put down the bowl of water, and saw two of the men carrying a sedan chair and placing it in front of the old tailor.
The old tailor went to sit on the sedan chair, holding a wooden cigarette holder in his hand.
Judging from the shape of this sedan chair, it is an old item, that is, a round chair with a sedan chair installed on the side. Ruan Xi felt that she had seen this thing before. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that she had seen it in palace dramas, and the emperor had sat on something similar.
Sitting in a sedan chair and looking at the scenery of the mountains while smoking a pipe, this is really like the life of an emperor.
Ruan Xi carried two yellow schoolbags on her back, one for her own things and the other for some small tools she needed. She followed the old tailor and asked him curiously, "Master, where did you get this chair you are sitting on?"
The old tailor took a puff of his pipe and said leisurely, "It was originally something from the landlords and rich people. Later, they were all taken back by the team when they started the revolution. My legs have been bad in the past two years, so the team sent it to me to use."
Ruan Xi nodded, indicating that she understood.
Because she didn't have a watch, Ruan Xi didn't know how long she had walked since she left the old tailor's house. Anyway, when we arrived at the plaid shirt lady's house, it was not yet noon and the sun was hanging high in the east.
In those days, in Fengming Mountain, hiring a tailor was considered a big deal.
As soon as the old tailor's chair arrived in the village, it attracted a group of children to come and see it. The children also knew the old tailor, and came over to greet him in a casual manner: "Old tailor, whose house are you going to make clothes for this time?"
The old tailor didn't want to talk to them. He sat on the chair and said directly: "Climb farther away from me!"
So the children came over to ask Ruan Xi: "Who are you? What are you and the old tailor doing here?"
Ruan Xi was very tired after walking on the mountain road for so long, and he took a breath and said: "Didn't your family teach you how to talk to elders? Can you call them old tailor?"
The children rolled their eyes at Ruan Xi immediately, "What's it to you?"
Ruan Xi directly used his ultimate move, "Do you know Ruan Changsheng? He's my fifth uncle."
The expressions on the children's faces gradually disappeared, and then they turned around and ran away, coming and going in a swarm.
After a while, the leading child suddenly ran over again, followed Ruan Xi and said, "I see, you are the apprentice that the old tailor took in, you are the young tailor."
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