Seeing that the village king was silent, Yunque asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"No, it's time to eat. Let's go out to eat." The village king said and stood up.
Yunque also stood up and followed the village king out.
The two of them walked out of the hotel and went to Zuixianglou Restaurant and asked for a private room.
The village king asked Yunque to order. She said she was free and asked the village king to order. The village king ordered the dishes and asked, "What kind of wine should I drink?"
"Red wine," Skylark said.
"Red wine?" The village king thought of the female township head Li Moli.
"Don't like it?" Skylark asked.
"Okay! Here's a bottle of red wine," the village king said to the waiter.
Because of the wine, the village king's thoughts were focused on Li Moli for a long time, and the drinking atmosphere was not very good.
Seeing that the village king was thoughtful, Yunque didn't say much. She just drank with the village king.
After lunch, the two returned to the hotel.
The village king turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and sat on the bed to watch.
Yunque sat next to the village king and leaned her head on him.
The village king watched TV for a while and looked at Yunque. Yunque smiled, and the dimples on his face became more obvious.
"Skylark, you are such a big drinker, why do you like to drink wine?"
"I heard that drinking wine seems romantic." Skylark smiled.
"Romance has no direct relationship with wine." said the village king.
"Yes. It has a direct relationship with you. With you, I think life is always romantic." Yunque lifted his head from the village king's shoulder.
"Skylark, you were definitely cuter when you were a kid," the village king said with a smile.
"What's so cute? The teacher always criticized me when I was studying!"
"Really? Tell me, how did the teacher criticize you?"
"Our village is very small, and it's at the foot of a mountain. When I'm in fifth grade, I have to walk five miles to go to the town's elementary school!" Yunque looked at the village king.
"Yeah. Small mountain villages usually only have lower grades."
"When I went to the town to study in fifth grade, the teacher said that my composition was not good enough."
"Why haven't you started? You are very smart." said the village king.
"When the teacher taught us to write essays about good deeds done by good people, he often said that when writing about good deeds, remember to write that it reminds us of Uncle Lei Feng..."
"Hahaha, Uncle Lei Feng is a role model. The power of role models is amazing. Then, I was curious about you when you were a child." The village king said with a smile.
"What an old naughty boy! I remember once when I was writing "On the Road from School", most of us in the class wrote about a child who fell into the water on the road."
"Hahaha! Your classmates immediately thought of Uncle Lei Feng and jumped down to save others without risking their own lives, right?" the village king laughed.
"Yes. During the midterm exam, the essay was "Remember a Good Deed". Those people changed a question and got high marks. I didn't want to follow the pattern and get scolded by the teacher."
"What did you write?"
"What I wrote was that I came to school after breakfast and tried desperately to find something good to do, but I couldn't find it."
"Can't find anything good? Why?"
"I arrived at school because the school was carrying out an activity to learn from Lei Feng. The students were all vying to do good deeds. I wanted to find some scraps of paper to pick up, which was a small good deed. I searched for a long time and finally saw a piece of paper.
I was so happy about the scraps of paper. I ran over happily and lowered my head to pick them up. Who knew someone was faster than me? My head touched his head, but he picked up the scraps of paper. Finally, I sighed
He said, "The good thing was not accomplished, but there was a problem." Yunque said and laughed.
"You! You have a different brain, new angles, and great composition! Why does the teacher still criticize you? Why did he criticize you?"
"The teacher scolded me for being lazy! He said that the composition required me to write good deeds. I didn't do any good deeds in my composition, so I went off topic! Give me zero points."
"Hahaha, a smart student meets a dull teacher! Is that interesting? Is there any interesting story about the teacher criticizing you?" asked the village king.
"Yes! After I was in junior high school, I once wrote an essay. The title was 'Remember a Cleaner'. I wrote about a girl who volunteered to be a cleaner after graduating from high school. She got up earlier than other cleaners in order to keep pedestrians away.
Less inhalation of flying dust, a boy who likes to run in the morning can always meet her, fall in love with her, and pursue her. But the teacher scolded me again." Yunque said with a smile.
"Why did I scold you?" asked the village king.
"The teacher said that the cleaner fell in love just after graduating from high school? Can such a person with ideological problems sweep the road and bring a clean environment to others?" Yunque covered his mouth.
"Hahaha, it really made me laugh. You are always unconventional. If you had met Bole when you were studying, you would have become a writer long ago. Unfortunately, all you met were rigid and dogmatic teachers. Such teachers,
The students they teach may have good grades, but they don’t know that they are misleading others!”
"Yes. I think now that my Chinese teacher at that time stifled my imagination. The teacher not only criticized me, but also called me a human, a ghost or not?" Skylark said.
"Oh? Why did he scold you like this?" The village king was still curious.
"The Chinese teacher is the head teacher. When we make mistakes, he punishes us by sweeping the floor. I told a good classmate that if any of us was punished by sweeping the floor, we should both sweep the floor together. The day after she promised me, she was punished by sweeping the floor.
, get an education. After school in the afternoon, I helped her sweep the floor."
"This is a good thing!" said the village king.
"What a good thing! The next day, the head teacher knew about it. He said to the class, Yunque, stand up! I stood up. What do you think he said?" Yunque tilted his head and looked at the village king.
"Can't guess, tell me quickly."
"The teacher asked, did you sweep the floor yesterday? I said, yes. He took the blackboard and brushed the podium. How can you encourage and help your classmates to do bad things? Then, he pointed at me and said, you! You! I
I really can’t tell you! There are so many ghosts and ghosts out there!” Yunque paused and looked at the village king.
"It smells good. How did you react when you heard it?" asked the village king.
"I thought at the time, how could I be human or ghost? Which parts of my body looked like a human and which parts looked like a ghost? When I got home, I looked in the mirror. I looked at it for a long time."
"You can't find the answer, are you?" the village king interjected.
"I have never seen a ghost. I don't know what a ghost looks like. I can't find it. I thought and thought. I thought that my head is very small. I am also thin. Usually, my family calls me a ghost, because I am very thin.
Meaning, I think my little head must be like a ghost." Yunque said and covered his mouth with a smile.
"Hahaha, interesting! You do have a head like a ghost. You have a lot of clever ideas!" The village king said and laughed again, "With you, I feel like I have turned into a child!"
"Are you happy being with me?" Yunque put his head on the village king's shoulder again.
"Happy! You are so cute! If you met me when you were in junior high school, I would definitely pursue you? Hahaha!"
"Really? I'm really cute?" Skylark blinked.
"Really. So cute."
Yunque pouted at the village king: "Then kiss me."