After dinner, Zhen Zhen went back to her room early and came to Su Weiran's house in the imperial capital in a flash. As Su Weiran expected, the house was not as tidy as it was before he left. The door was half hung from the door frame, the stools in the house were gone, and there were signs of being beaten on the table and wardrobe.

Zhen Zhen closed the door and looked towards the big wardrobe. Fortunately, the big wardrobe was made of solid wood, and it was wide and high. Most people couldn't lift it, so it was still intact. Zhen Zhen opened the closet, the contents in it had been looted long ago, not even the original clothes rack was left.

Zhen Zhen didn't move the wardrobe, but went straight to the basement with a flash of her figure. The area is about 20 square meters. There are shelves around the walls, and various papers, paints and brushes are placed.

Putting these things into the space, Zhen Zhen's eyes fell on a row of painting tanks in the corner, because it was underground, it was cold and damp, and in just two years, the edges of some scrolls were faintly yellowed. look. Zhen Zhen was worried that this place would be discovered sooner or later, so she simply put all the things inside in the space, and found an empty place to store it alone.

Early the next morning, after having breakfast, Zhen Zhen teleported to the Imperial Capital Mountain. She took out a large stack of paper from the back basket that she carried with her, and put paints, brushes, etc. on the table one by one: "The things at home are basically There is nothing left, but the basement is locked and no one noticed. I saw that it was a little too wet, so I changed everything. When it is calm outside and you always want to go home, I will put the things send it to you."

Su Weiran showed gratitude: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise I'm afraid that my paintings will be ruined over time."

Zhen Zhen smiled and took a breath of cool air from between her missing teeth: "Who asked you to be my teacher, you're welcome."

"Yes, yes, and you don't have to be polite." Su Weiran said with a hearty smile, he quickly walked to the table, put the cut paper on the shore, and picked out a set of paints from Zhen Zhen and put it on the table , looked at Zhen Zhen with a smile on his face: "What kind of flowers are you painting today?"

"plum bossom."

Lingfeng's arrogant plum blossoms have been popular with painters since ancient times, and the combination of plum blossoms and snow is considered a classic combination by the world. Zhen Zhen adjusted the color and began to paint the gorgeous red on the paper. Instead of showing the red plum in the painting, Zhen Zhen showed its brilliant red to the fullest.

It is also that red can arouse people's enthusiasm more. Compared with yesterday's "Lotus Picture", Zhen Zhen's "Ode to Plum Blossom" uses bolder colors and slightly exaggerated expression techniques. One side showed. With a smile in his eyes, Su Weiran stroked his beard and nodded in appreciation.

*****

At twelve youth o'clock, Mingbei called Wang Zehai outside after dinner and while everyone was washing up. Facing the howling north wind, Mingbei lowered his head and said, "I want to give this to me from my brother. Buy the pen."

Wang Zehai chuckled twice, looking at Li Mingbei with a bit of mockery: "What? Regret? You patted your chest and promised that you would never regret it."

Mingbei didn't say a word. After a while, he said, "I regret it. Make an offer and I'll give you the money."

Wang Zehai kicked the snow under his feet, turned his head to look at Ming Bei and said, "Five dollars. Of course, if you think it's expensive, you can go to the supply and marketing agency to buy the same one yourself. The new one is only eight dollars."

"Just buy my one." Mingbei took out the money from his close pocket without hesitation, counted five yuan and handed it to Wang Zehai: "This is what my brother bought for me, and it has a different meaning from the new one. I also have to give myself a long memory."

Wang Zehai took the money and looked at Mingbei and sneered, then counted two yuan and handed it to him: "Classmate, I will take advantage of you a little less, and give you two yuan, but you have to give me my old pen. "

Mingbei was a little stunned when he saw Wang Zehai's outstretched hand. Wang Zehai stretched out his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, it will freeze your hands in such a cold day."

Mingbei came back to his senses and quickly took the money over. Seeing Wang Zehai's expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing, Wang Zehai twitched the corners of his mouth and turned back to the house.

Mingbei put the money in his pocket and squatted down next to the base of the wall. At this time, it was fifteen. The moonlight shone in the white light reflected by the thick snow. Mingbei looked in the direction of home, and his eyes were a little red: " Mom, I miss home."

The door was pushed open from the inside with a creak. Ming Bei was startled. He wiped away his tears and looked towards the door, only to see Wang Zehai standing in the room looking down at Ming Bei, pretending not to see his face. With signs of crying, he just said with a blank face: "Hurry back to the house and give me my pen, I still have to write something."

Ming Bei let out a "hey" and hurriedly stood up and entered the door. As soon as the door wrapped in plastic was closed, the cold wind was immediately blocked from the outside. The stove in the middle of the room was burning extremely vigorously, and Ming Bei suddenly sneezed as the cold and heat alternated. He took off the big padded jacket and put it on top of his quilt. He quickly opened his schoolbag, returned Wang Zehai's old pen to him, and brought back the one from Mingdong.

Mingbei only changed his mind after the summer vacation this year. At that time, he thought that there was still one last semester. If he didn't try harder, he might really have no chance in the future, so he changed his pen in a foolish way. Before Mingbei didn't understand the meaning of this pen, plus his personality was stunned, and he also put water on the cap and barrel of the pen. When the pen was in Wang Zehai's hands, he cleaned up all the traces. Now the pen looks brand new and brighter than when it was exchanged.

Mingbei was holding the pen, and his heart was a little sad. Now he realized that the reason why grandma used the cigarette bag and pot to smoke him was not entirely because of the price of the pen, but because he spoiled Mingdong's expectations and intentions for him. Closing his eyes, Mingbei can still remember the package of things and a letter that Mingdong sent back. Although Mingdong couldn't send the things home in person, Mingbei, who was reading the letter at that time, could still read between the lines. Delighted and excited, the first salary and the first gift to the family, this is of extraordinary significance to Mingdong.

Mingbei put the pen in the wooden box in his schoolbag and carefully placed it under his feet. Taking off his padded jacket and putting it on the quilt, Ming Bei got into the hot quilt.

Today, he carried the wood for a day, and his shoulders are still sore. It is estimated that he may not even be able to lift it tomorrow, but even so, he still did not complete the entire workload today, and only got seven and a half work points. In other words, he didn't even earn two cents today.

Mingbei sighed, his young face was full of sorrow. Today, he calculated according to the meal ticket for the meal. No matter how much a month's food cost, he had to pay five or six dollars, and there was basically nothing left except for food. In fact, it is easy to understand that the establishment of the youth point is not for them to make money. This is a place to solve the problem of unemployed youth.

Mingbei couldn't help taking the change out of his pocket. Today, he spent two cents for dinner, plus three yuan given to Wang Zehai. He only had three yuan left in his hand, which was calculated according to Mingbei's appetite. , which is enough for fifteen days of meals. Listening to Li Mengwei's meaning, the money is only exchanged once a month, which means that the meal tickets for the second half of the month are estimated to be owed to the youth.

The next day Mingbei got up at dawn. Sure enough, the right shoulder was sore and painful, and he couldn't help grinning after moving a little. Rubbing his shoulders, Mingbei used his left hand to reach for the padded jacket and put on the clothes with difficulty. Looking at the people around him, they were basically in the same position as him, and there was a lot of ouch in the room early in the morning.

After washing up and going to the kitchen to make breakfast, Mingbei stretched his neck to see what was in the pot, but was suddenly attracted by a familiar figure. Yu Wanqiu collected the meal tickets and scooped the porridge one by one. Finally, it was Mingbei's turn. As he handed over the bowl, he asked softly, "Have you been to the kitchen? Are you not going up the mountain today?"

Yu Wanqiu gave a soft "um", scooped a spoon from the bottom of the pot with a spoon, and scooped a bowl for Ming Bei, then took the meal ticket in Ming Bei's hand and looked back with a blank expression. One glance: "Next."

Mingbei returned to the house with a bowl in his hand. Mingbei's attitude towards late autumn was accustomed to it. Although he was a little disappointed, it didn't affect his mood. At present, Mingbei's mind was on why he didn't owe the meal tickets to the youth.

These educated youths are basically the children of the hydrolysis plant. In addition, the train tracks have not been renovated. The hydrolysis plant gives them two days off every ten days and tells them to go home and rest. The educated youths looked forward to the day of the holiday with great difficulty. After eating early in the morning, they walked back with their things on their backs. Mingbei hesitated a few times when he went in and out, but did not open the cloth. Li Mengwei counted the record book in his hand and looked at Mingbei and He As if he had no soul, he couldn't help but ask him, "Why haven't you gone home yet?"

Mingbei hesitated for a while, then walked up to Li Mengwei and asked him, "If I don't go home during the holiday and go up the mountain to carry wood, will I be given work points?"

Li Mengwei didn't lift his head: "record work points, if you don't go home, go up the mountain quickly, and you can delay your work if you are late."

Mingbei was instantly happy, he agreed heavily, quickly put his schoolbag on the kang, and called a few educated youths who didn't go home to go up the mountain together.

The educated youth point is not too far from Beicha. These educated youths are used to walking on mountain roads again, so they returned to the hydrolysis plant within an hour. When Mingnan came back from get off work, he didn't see Mingbei when he got home, so he asked strangely, "Where did Mingbei go to?"

Wang Sufen raised her head from the kitchen pit and said blankly, "Mingbei didn't come back? Did you watch the police?"

Ming Nan took off his big leather jacket with a puzzled look on his face: "A lot of educated youths from the hydrolysis factory came back today, and they said that they were on vacation for two days. If Ming Bei doesn't come back this time, he will have to enter the twelfth lunar month."

Wang Sufen got angry when she heard it: "This bastard, is he playing wild, see how I cut him when he comes back."

Mingnan went out and brought some firewood in, and helped Wang Sufen to add firewood to the stove: "Mom, you have misunderstood my brother this time. In our class, Master Wang said when he went to work in the afternoon that what Mingbei and the others were doing at the young age was: Carrying wood down from the mountain, Master Wang’s son fell asleep at noon when he was tired and didn’t even finish his meal, and he was so distressed that he cried.”

When Mingnan said this, Wang Sufen couldn't stay still. She asked Mingnan to look at the dishes in the pot, and hurried into the east room, and learned what Mingnan said from Mrs. Li: "Mother, you It means that Bei didn't come back this time, so there won't be anything wrong, right?"

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Li didn't lift her eyelids. "I'm too tired to walk, so I'm going to sleep on the kang. It's fine if he doesn't come back. You forgot what I told you the other day. already."

"Oh! Yes! Yes!" Wang Sufen came back to her senses. She glanced at Mrs. Li and didn't say anything, but her expression was obviously a little dazed.

Zhen Zhen heard the words of Wang Sufen and Mrs. Li in the room, she turned her consciousness to the youth point. Several large rooms were empty, but there were really two people sleeping, Zhen Zhen took a closer look, they were not Ming Bei. She looked back, only to find that Ming Bei was walking down the mountain carrying two thick wooden bowls.

The heavy wood pressed Ming Bei's shoulders to one side, only to see him supporting the wood with both hands, clenching his teeth against the wind and stepping forward one snow pit. Zhen Zhen looked a little distressed, she just wanted to use her supernatural powers to help Ming Bei with a wooden support to save him some energy, but what Mrs. Li told her before appeared in her ears again: "They have their own way to go, You should suffer some hardships, and you can't help them for the rest of your life."

Zhen Zhen bit her lip, but she still took the ability back, she didn't know why Ming Bei didn't come back during the holiday and chose to continue earning work points, but she knew that since Ming Bei chose this way, there must be his reasons.

Zhen Zhen pulled back her consciousness, pretended she didn't know all of this, and turned to go to Mrs. Li to ask about the Chinese New Year. Last month, Mingdong sent a letter to his home, roughly stating the time to go home, which is expected to be in the past few days.

At this time, in the staff family area of ​​Anbei Agricultural College, Osmanthus hurriedly led the bean bag to the Yuhong class to pick up the meat bag and go home. Mingdong finished the class today and ended the semester. According to the plan of the two, they would take the train back to Beicha early the next day for Chinese New Year.

Returning to his own courtyard, when he opened the door, a spotless courtyard appeared in front of him. Mingdong pushed open the door and entered the house, while taking off his cotton jacket, he stretched his head and said hello to Osmanthus who was cooking: "You put the The snow in the yard has been swept away? I heard from the weather forecast that it will still fall tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, aren't you tired for nothing?"

Osmanthus used the stove hook to take out a few potatoes from the stove and put them aside to cool, then turned back and smiled at Ming Dong: "At least I cleaned up the house before returning home for the new year, or else I always feel like I have nothing to do. ."

Mingdong squatted in front of the stove to cook the fire, tilted his head and stared at Osmanthus' profile face: "Do you feel tired when you have to clean up the house and work in the kindergarten these days?"

"What's so tiring, isn't it just looking after the children." Guihua turned around and smiled at Mingdong: "I like this job very much, I have something to do every day and still earn ten yuan, and I will go home for the New Year. I can give you more milk at some point.”

Ming Dong couldn't help getting up and kissing her on the face: "I bought you something for the New Year. Have you finished wiping your cream? I'll accompany you to the supply and marketing agency to buy it when I get back to Beicha."

Although they have been married for several years, Osmanthus blushed when Ming Dong kissed herself in broad daylight. She glanced at Ming Dong coquettishly, her voice soft and coquettish: "I hate it, let the children see it. like what."

Mingdong laughed lowly, and bit Osmanthus' slightly red ear: "Then let's kiss again at night. We won't go to work next year, so we can get up later."

Osmanthus's neck was scratched by the hot air from Mingdong, she turned her head and before she could speak, Mingdong quickly pecked her mouth and pinched her waist gently: "You said you After giving birth to two children, why is the waist so thin, like a little girl."

Osmanthus was teased by Mingdong, her face was red, she patted Mingdong's hand, and her voice was soft as she spoke: "Don't make trouble, make me angry again?"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble!" Ming Dong smiled and held her hand: "I just feel that I haven't been able to accompany you since I beat you, and you still have to take care of the family at work, so I always feel a little guilty about you. I'll take you and your sons out tomorrow? Although Anbei is not as big as Beicha, there is also a supply and marketing cooperative, which is not far from our home."

It was easy to get rid of the heat on her face, and Osmanthus pursed her lips and said, "Okay, then we'll go out after breakfast tomorrow, and see if there is anything good to buy for them."

Mingdong reached out and touched Osmanthus's hand, and shouted into the house with a smile: "The meat buns and bean buns are ready to wash your hands and get ready to eat. After eating and going to bed early, your mother and I have important things to do. Woolen cloth."

Osmanthus was ashamed and angry, and pinched Ming Dong's ribs twice: "What nonsense is it? What does it look like for the child to hear?"

Mingdong laughed and hid, but Meat Bun ran out of the room and asked the two of them curiously, "Mom, what important thing are you and my dad going to do tonight?"

Osmanthus gave Mingdong an angry look, got up and took the meat buns and walked into the house: "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense, he wants you to go to bed earlier and take you to the street tomorrow to play."

As soon as heard that they were going out tomorrow, the meat bun and the bean bun were very happy, chatting and discussing what was out there, and at the same time finished the meal quickly and well, no need to wait for Ming Dong to urge the little brothers to wash up. Back home and went to sleep.

Osmanthus packed the tableware and chopsticks into the kitchen, and was just about to scoop up water to wash the dishes, when Mingdong appeared out of nowhere, and hugged Osmanthus horizontally. After going down, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around Ming Dong's neck with one hand, and hammered his chest with the other: "You're going to die, why are you making trouble."

"It's not that I'm going to die. If you don't save me, I'll really die." Ming Dong chuckled and put the sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the kang, and turned off the light as soon as he turned around.

Next door, Meat Bun watched the lights next door go out, and looked happy: "Mom went to bed really early today, it seems that tomorrow we can go out to the street very early, Dou Bun, hurry up and sleep, don't stay in bed tomorrow. "

Doubao nodded seriously and closed his eyes obediently.

On the second day, Doubao sat on the kang and pouted unhappily: "Brother, didn't you say you can go out to the street early this morning? Are you lying to me?"

Meat Bun angrily slammed the hammer: "It's our dad who lied."

Doubao looked at Meatbun aggrievedly: "Go and wake Dad up."

Meat Bun looked sad: "Our dad locked the door, he won't open it for me."

Ming Dong, who was sleeping sweetly, said, "Huh...huh..."