Wang Yaocheng turned around with a serious face and suddenly showed a flattering smile.
"Sister Si Wanru, look, can we change places to talk about this interesting topic?"
"Humph! This girl is not interested."
Si Wanru raised her neck proudly, revealing the delicate white jade skin on her neck: "I'm full, you should think carefully about how to hand in a qualified answer to this question?"
"How about...I treat you to a big meal?"
"Boy, don't play tricks on girls."
Si Wanru tapped the huge enamel rice basin with her fair fingers, and said domineeringly: "Don't forget, who should you thank the most for being able to sit here and eat?"
"parents."
"Your parents just raised you, but they couldn't help you score more points in the exam? Think carefully about who you should thank." Si Wanru followed the instructions.
"teacher."
"Think again..."
"My little cousin."
"What?"
Si Wanru showed signs of going berserk, and her beautiful eyes became stern. You could clearly see the pitiful little figure of Wang Yaocheng reflected in the black pupils.
It seems as if closing his eyes can destroy his humanity.
"Don't mention it, fellow countryman, this sad story is too long to tell, please listen to me in detail."
Wang Yaocheng half-closed his eyes, seeming to be caught up in memories he didn't want to mention; "It was the summer vacation of the second grade of high school. I returned to my hometown with excitement, walked on the fields in the countryside, and breathed in the fragrance of the soil after the wheat harvest.
I feel as free as a bird.
At my uncle's house, I didn't see my little cousin Chen Shi, who has been following me around since I was a child. When I asked about it, my uncle said;
This child dropped out of school. Rural people, since they have nothing to do at home, have to shoulder the burden of the family.
What does it mean to shoulder the burden of the family?
My cousin Chen Shi is only 14 years old, what can he do?
In the field, I finally understood the meaning of my uncle's words.
Under the scorching sun, my cousin Chen Shi, with his bony back naked and a heavy plowshare, walked hard forward step by step.
Behind his thin back, he left a long plow mark, and the turned-up brown soil was like endless rings of time.
My cousin's thin footprints stepped on the dry soil, bringing up pieces of dust, and drop after drop of sweat fell into the earth, nourishing the gestating seedlings.
His black and red folded back! Carrying the burden of the family, he crawled forward with difficulty.
The whip marks on the body! Accusing the landlords and their wealth...
Ah, no, accusing my brother-in-law of oppression..."
Wang Yaocheng's desolate and slightly sad voice was like crying and complaining. Hearing this, Si Wanru was also immersed in it and couldn't help but ask, "What happened next?"
This look of anticipation is a bit like following a Hong Kong and Taiwan soap opera.
"I rushed forward and shouted with righteous indignation;
Stop, put down the whip in your hands, oppressed people... stand up straight, stand up, only by uniting can we have the strength to fight against the evil exploiters..."
Wang Yaocheng vividly substituted himself as the leading actor in the anti-Japanese drama, and spoke happily. He did not notice that Si Wanru's face gradually darkened, and she stretched out her delicate fingers and tapped his rice bowl.
"Ka, ka... Ka, shut up."
Si Wanru crossed her hands and made a gesture of pausing her volleyball skills. She shouted at Wang Yaocheng who could not stop the car, and sneered with a sinister expression: "You are promising now, you can make up stories now, your basic drama skills are pretty good, what?"
Why not take the Chinese Department? The Drama Department is also short of people.
You can also consider it if you are a Chinese actor or a theater actor!
But...please answer me, does this have anything to do with the problem we are talking about?"
"You look so good when you're angry," Wang Yaocheng teased.
"Answer...answer...me."
A clear rebuke echoed over the empty canteen, immediately attracting the attention of all gossips.
"It must be relevant. It's so relevant. Let me tell you about it for my junior sister."
Wang Yaocheng's family composition is "Gejun", which means a revolutionary military family.
In fact, her mother, Chen Xiulian, has been engaged in theater performances for 33 years, and has been deeply influenced by the quintessence of Chinese Peking Opera since she was a child.
How come the anti-Japanese plot appears in the art of Peking Opera?
Dear readers, let’s take a look at the red model play.
"The Red Detachment of Women", "Shajiabang", "Fishing and Killing the Family"... these are all classic Peking Opera works that have been inherited and are the repertoire of many opera groups.
"The summer vacation is over and I'm entering my senior year of high school. It's like an invisible whip is spurring me. I have devoted myself to hard and selfless study, and my academic performance has improved like a rocket."
"Then what?"
Wang Yaocheng spread his hands and showed a lucky look: "I didn't expect that I performed so well that I was admitted to the coveted Jinling University."
"so what?"
"So I am most grateful to my little cousin Chen Shi. He taught me a truth..."
"What's the point?"
"I really don't want to bear the burden of my family, so I study hard and study hard."
Si Wanru's beautiful lips turned into an O-shape in surprise. She didn't expect that after this guy had circled around for a long time, he actually rounded them back. She was really cunning.
But……
Si Wanru was a little confused, and she always felt that there was something missing?
What is missing?
After thinking for a while, she finally figured it out...she had nothing to do with it.
Si Wanru's beautiful eyes widened and she was about to get angry when she was interrupted by Wang Yaocheng's words.
"School girl, please be patient, the villain is here."
Looking back, I saw two tall and thin boys walking over with gloomy expressions.
The boy walking in front was none other than the student union activity director, senior Zhou Jianguo, who confessed his love to Si Wanru in the woods at noon. Next to him was passerby A, who was following him closely.
"Wanru, you rejected me just because of this country bumpkin. I have to say that your taste is really bad. It's still too late to regret it now. I won't care about it."
Zhou Jianguo's fierce questioning, he has all the characteristics of a villain, and has mysterious confidence in himself.
The family is in a superior family, the economy is affluent, and the personal conditions are quite good. Not only is he tall, but he also has an outstanding temperament.
The most critical point is that he talks a lot and is the type to be slapped in the face at every turn.
"What's so good about this stupid country bumpkin? Wanru, don't be fooled by the appearance in front of you.
Real love is based on a family with comparable financial conditions and a wealthy family."
Zhou Jianguo tried to win back the heart of his beloved with his earnest persuasion: "In my spare time, I can take you to eat French meals and enjoy concerts. During the winter vacation, we can go to Hong Kong, Paris, New York, or anywhere in the world...
"
"Ahem!"
Wang Yaocheng cleared his throat and stood up, slowly adjusting the clothes on his chest.
He was going to slap Zhou Jianguo hard in the face to make him realize that he was just a clown, and then run away with a face full of shame.
Then, he could hug Si Wanru's shoulders and leave with Shi Shiran in the envious eyes of everyone.
A round of warm applause came from behind, and the female classmate shouted like a nymphomaniac: "Ah! The prince charming in my heart and the goddess are a perfect match, I wish you all the best..."
I never thought that the beautiful Italian currency would end before it even began.
"What's the matter with you here?"
Si Wanru pulled out domineeringly, causing Wang Yaocheng to fall down on the bench. She raised her head stubbornly and said loudly: "I just want to say one word to you now:
Get out of here! Never appear in front of me."
School girl, count yourself, how many words have been said?...Wang Yaocheng continues to collapse.
"Wanru, you've gone too far!" Zhou Jianguo could no longer maintain his calm demeanor.
"I don't want to listen to you, I don't want to see you, and I don't accept your confession. I don't care about your so-called family background and your so-called financial foundation. It's a joke."
Si Wanru's words were resounding: "Please disappear from my eyes, immediately, immediately, okay?"
Zhou Jianguo was really humiliated by the rebuke. He took two steps back with a defeated look on his face and murmured in disbelief: "How could this happen? You are so cruel. Is it just because of this pretty boy?"
"Baby face? Hahahaha..."
Si Wanru looks up to the sky and laughs. She is very much like the undefeated Oriental charm in "The Swordsman" and is no different from Brigitte Lin's valiant and heroic appearance.
She stroked Wang Yaocheng's soft black hair and said, "I only think of him as a little puppy."
"Woof woof."
Wang Yaocheng blinked his eyes obediently and showed a kawaii smile.
Immediately hit by a critical hit of 10,000 points, Zhou Jianguo led passerby A to retreat in panic.