Li Yiling applied the red stigma oil, and his sore knees felt warm and comfortable.
Seeing that it was getting late and the weather was freezing, I prepared to lie in bed and do my homework.
My feet felt warm, so I lifted the quilt and saw that it was a hot water bottle. No wonder the quilt was so warm, it turned out that she had put a hot water bottle there.
Thinking of Yang Zhaozhao's concern, Li Yiling's heart felt warm in this cold and snowy night in the north.
At night, Li Yiling had a dream. In the dream, he was hugging a warm woman. The woman moved in his arms, making him laugh.
When he lowered his head while holding the woman in his arms, he saw her looking up, revealing a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes. Her little face was flushed and charming, and her wet eyes stared at him, which almost killed him.
If not Yang Zhaozhao, then who is it?
Li Yiling's heart was pounding, he opened his eyes in shock and found that he had had a beautiful dream.
His pants were wet and he buried his head in the quilt in shame, feeling lucky that he was the only one who knew about it.
When Yang Zhaozhao woke up, she heard some noise in the yard. She opened the door and saw Li Yiling shoveling snow.
There was a thick layer of snow in the yard, almost up to the knees.
The cold wind made Yang Zhaozhao become much more sober.
Li Yiling turned around when he heard the noise and looked at Yang Zhaozhao, who was bare-faced and sleepy-eyed. He greeted her a little uncomfortably, "Good morning."
Yang Zhaozhao narrowed his eyes and said, "Good morning. I'll make breakfast later."
Li Yiling nodded and continued to sweep the snow.
Yang Zhaozhao washed her face with the hot water in the thermos, brushed her teeth, drank a large glass of warm water, and then began to busy herself with making breakfast. There was not much to eat at home, but there was plenty of space.
Seeing that there were ready-made steamed buns, Yang Zhaozhao took the steamer, heated up the steamed buns and dumplings, and boiled three eggs, one for each person.
Prepare to heat a cup of milk for Xiao Cui.
Xiao Cui also drank milk last night. She said she drank it so fast that she almost licked the cup clean.
Yang Zhaozhao had no shortage of food, so he would not let Xiaocui starve. Instead, he was thinking of ways to nourish her body.
When breakfast was ready, Xiao Cui woke up to the smell and called out, "Sister!"
Yang Zhaozhao took her clothes and smiled. They were warm and comfortable to wear.
Yang Zhaozhao asked Li Yiling to come in for dinner. This room had a kang, which was warmer than other rooms, so they lived and worked in this room.
Li Yiling was standing at the door with a bit of hesitation, but after being looked at by Yang Zhaozhao, he gritted his teeth and went in.
The heat was on, and Li Yiling didn't want to leave.
Knowing that Li Yiling had a big appetite, Yang Zhaozhao steamed twenty buns. The buns were soft and not very big, and Yang Zhaozhao could eat three of them by herself.
Xiao Cui can eat two, plus an egg and a glass of milk.
Li Yiling ate ten of the remaining buns and would eat the remaining one when he was hungry.
This amount of food makes me want to cry!
Li Yiling looked at the sumptuous breakfast, which included meat buns, steamed buns, an egg for each person, and a plate of delicious pickles. The small table was almost full of space.
Looking at Yang Zhaozhao who didn’t care about the food at all, Li Yiling chose to shut up and just eat!
After eating and drinking, Yang Zhaozhao said, "It's cold now, so there's no school. Xiaocui, just study at home. I'll teach you later."
Xiao Cui nodded: "It's too hot. It's very cold when you go out."
Li Yiling also knew that in this weather, he could only stay indoors for the winter, going out would be seeking death.
He also decided to study at home. He almost failed the Speed test last night. He needs to read more books tomorrow. He is not alone now.
Looking at the two people, one big and one small, busying themselves on the kang, Li Yiling thought of his dream last night. His face became hot and he suddenly felt that he should go out for some fresh air.
At this time, the loudspeaker sounded, and it was the temporary team leader who said: "Fellow villagers, educated youth, it is snowing so hard that you cannot go out. Everyone, please come to the educated youth camp. We have something to discuss."
Yang Zhaozhao knew that it was because of the work and food. At this time, there was nothing to do in the countryside and the land was frozen, so they could only wait for the rain.
Yang Zhaozhao took out some thick clothes and put them on, then said to Li Yiling, "Look after Xiaocui and teach her. I'll be here soon."
Li Yiling frowned: "Don't you need me to help you get your things?"
Yang Zhaozhao shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "Forget about me not paying for it. I don't think I can take much home. But don't worry, I won't starve to death."
Li Yiling was not worried about this. It was not like he didn't see the rice jar. It was a jar of rice, all prepared by her. She was becoming more and more open about it.
What can Li Yiling do?
Play dumb,
Playing blind,
Just pretend you don’t know!
Yang Zhaozhao, wearing a scarf and a hat, wrapped up tightly, went to the educated youth center. The others lived in the educated youth center, just a few steps away. When Yang Zhaozhao passed by, everyone else had arrived.
When they arrived at the place, it was a bit hot, so Yang Zhaozhao took off his worn military coat, scarf and hat, revealing the red cashmere sweater underneath.
Compared with the all-too-tattered sweaters, army green, brown, and earth-colored sweaters, Yang Zhaozhao's red wool sweater is so dazzling.
As soon as she showed her sweater, everyone looked over.
Lihua recognized at a glance that it was a style imported from abroad. This kind of high-necked sweater with a protective neck is not available in China. She used to have one, and it was warm and soft when she wore it.
Seeing Yang Zhaozhao, who was so poor that he could not even afford to eat and was starving to death in this winter, wearing a festive bright red wool sweater that none of them had, Lihua was almost jealous to death.
It wasn't just Lihua, everyone else was the same, their eyes were glued to her, and they wanted to pull her sweater off and put it on themselves.
"After a few days in the city, she has really become capable. She even wears a woolen sweater. The father of that little girl must be no ordinary person!"
"Tsk, she's the only one who can be so shameless as a stepmother!"
"It's just a sweater. What's there to show off? It's just like raising a daughter for others."
Amid their contemptuous, disdainful and sour gazes, Yang Zhaozhao put down the small stool, took out a thermos, peeled a candy and put it in his mouth.
Realizing the terrifying silence, Yang Zhaozhao held a piece of candy in his mouth and looked up at him.
Seeing that everyone was staring at her, she swallowed the candy, her left cheek puffed up, and she smiled with the sweetness of the candy: "Why are you all looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
Lihua sneered, "You have nothing to lose, but the sweater you are wearing doesn't look cheap. It must be over ten thousand. After all, this style is only available abroad."
"hiss!"
After hearing more than a dozen words, some people took a deep breath.
No matter how they looked at it, they felt that a red sweater was not worth more than a penny.
They work so hard on the farm, can they earn more than a dozen dollars?
No.
For example, Yang Zhaozhao was wearing a sweater that cost more than 1 kg, eating White Rabbit milk candy that cost 1 cent each, holding a long and delicate thermos cup in her hand, and she was very angry when she saw it cost a lot of money.
I was very jealous.
Very jealous.
Lihua was about to cry: "It seems that the girl's father is quite rich. What does he do? He actually bought you such an expensive sweater. I envy you for being unable to have children, yet still being able to find such a handsome man!"
They say they are envious, but every word they say hurts the wound, allowing everyone to mock and look down on them.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the educated youths, both men and women, with contempt, ridicule, disdain, and sympathy in their eyes, and smiled: "It wasn't bought by Xiaocui's father. Xiaocui's father and mother are both gone. She only has a grandmother."
Lihua thought that she could use her to get close to a man, stand on the moral high ground, and severely humiliate Yang Zhaozhao, but she got slapped in the face.
"Who is that? I remember your family is not rich, how can you afford such expensive clothes? Could it be you..." Lihua's eyes widened in shock: "Stealing is against the law!"
Yang Zhaozhao narrowed his eyes and his hands itched!
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