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"Lin Qingqian, if you have something to do, go down first, I want to stay for a while."

Lin Qingqian shook her head, hugged Song Qingyue's waist, leaned her head on her shoulder, and gently stroked her long hair.

"It will be dark soon, I will accompany you," she wanted to make people happy, hooked Song Qingyue's chin, "What if you are afraid that it will be dark?"

"Oh," Song Qingyue was really laughed at by Lin Qingqian, and straightened up, "I grew up here when I was a child, how could I be afraid? It's someone," she looked at Lin Qingqian maliciously, "Wait Just don’t be surprised.”

Lin Qing smiled, buried her head on the side of her neck, and said softly, "Isn't there still you?"

The itchy neck made Song Qingyue shudder, and pinched Lin Qingqian's face angrily, "Be serious!"

Lin Qingqian sat up straight without looking sideways, "I won't bother you anymore."

Song Qingyue held his chin and looked at the tombstone in front of him, from sunset to dusk.

Suddenly there was another person beside Lin Qingqian. No. [-] and Song Qingyue held their chins in the same way, sitting on the other side of Lin Qingqian, and said softly, "So what are you desperate for?"

"From a rational point of view, if Mom goes to jail, I will definitely not be able to defeat Song Chaodu," Lin Qingqian communicated with No. [-] in her heart, "There is an irreconcilable conflict between Song Chaodu and me, and I will definitely step up." Follow in the footsteps of the mother, what will Qingyue do? What will Lin do?"

"Emotionally speaking, Lin Zhiyin is also a good elder and a good mother. I don't want to see her have a tragic ending."

Number two smiled and patted Lin Qingqian on the shoulder, "So, you have so many people you want to protect, why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head, "It's useless."

She stretched her arms under Song Qingyue's strange eyes, and patted No. [-]'s hand on her shoulder, "The futures I know, although they seem nonsense, are all in a reasonable direction To develop. Many things have proved this point, those things that seem to be coincidences, those things that seem to be God’s will, are in line with the logic of the development of the world.”

"It's useless." A dejected smile appeared on the corner of Lin Qingqian's lips, "As long as it conforms to the general trend and the cause and effect, I can't change it."

"Really?" Number Two laughed loudly, "But doesn't your existence break this logic?"

She waved her hand, "I don't know where you came from, how did you know the future you saw, but you have changed a lot of things."

"Song Qingyue is still a good boy now, the Xie family is in turn controlled by the Lin family, Luo Zhu surrenders under your suit pants, Jin Shan has someone he likes, these are all changes you made." Number two stared down. Xiyang said, "Your existence is a variable, and Lin Zhiyin is not an ordinary person, and the kid next to you also has great potential, go give it a try."

"If God's will is like this, so what?" Lin Qingqian heard No. [-] laugh wildly, "Since you want to play chess, let's play!"

"You, Lin Qingqian, use your body as a chess piece, and you can beat the sky!" [1]

Song Qingyue noticed that Lin Qingqian's aura around him suddenly changed.

If it is said that her recent state has always been a treasured sword in a scabbard, then now, a scorching sharpness erupted from her body.

"Lin Qingqian?" She looked at the woman in surprise and poked her waist.

"Song Qingyue." Lin Qingqian pulled her into his arms and said softly, "Promise me that it will always be like this."

"...Okay." Song Qingyue didn't know what to do, but still agreed to her.

But the moment she made the promise, she seemed to hear the sigh of the wind in the forest.

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"Although I have to fight this tough battle, I still have to give things to Qingyue." Lin Qingqian watched Song Qingyue leave, turned and walked into the board room, took out the briefcase, and stared at the proposed document .

"I think Qingyue will be very sad." No. [-] stood in front of Li Bing, who was working hard, and looked him up and down curiously.Li Bing raised his head in bewilderment, feeling gloomy, and shivering at the thought of all kinds of wild tales.

Lin Qingqian walked over calmly and kicked No. [-], causing No. [-] to stare angrily.

"I'll talk to the village chief tomorrow, and then hold a village meeting, right?" Standing beside Li Bing, she frowned as she watched her sorting out the report.

"According to the economic growth and population composition of XX village in the past five years, and according to the analysis of the XXX model, the following three conclusions can be drawn. Based on the fact that Lin's own responsibilities do not have the above functions, for this situation..." Lin Qingqian read slowly , shook his head helplessly, "Can the villagers understand what you said?"

Li Bing was taken aback, looked at the well-written report in his hand, and then thought about the villagers who were full of "melons", his facial features twisted into a ball.

"Speak humanly." Lin Qingqian patted her on the shoulder, "Even though we are here to help them, we shouldn't act like a condescending giver."

Li Bing silently turned the information sideways, which was two fingers thick.

"Then I won't be able to talk about it tomorrow," Li Bing flipped through the documents, "Even if there is a fool's version, it's too late."

"Then postpone it for a day." Lin Qingqian pondered for a while, and quickly made a decision, "The purpose of our report is to let the villagers understand and then move out, not to receive applause from a group of drowsy people, And the applause was the loudest at the end of the report."

"I can imagine." Li Bing smiled, "Then let's work overtime tomorrow, but you have nothing to do tomorrow."

Lin Qingqian stretched her waist, "I can go and see Qingyue and the others teach their students," she said with a smile on her lips, looking forward to it, "I'm quite looking forward to the image of Qingyue's teacher."

No. [-], who more or less guessed the bad thoughts passing through Lin Qingqian's mind, kicked Lin Qingqian's ass hard, and shouted, "I've criticized you, old man."

Li Bing obviously didn't understand the other meaning in Lin Qingqian's words, nodded, and said to Lin Qingqian, "Then you go back first, Miss Yue should be waiting for you."

Lin Qingqian waved her hand, closed the wooden door when she left, and walked slowly towards Qingyue's house under the moonlight.

In the dark village, Lin Qingqian was naturally not afraid.

Because a certain person was hanging upside down in the air like a female ghost, floating faintly in front of Lin Qingqian's eyes - with a face just like her own.

"You didn't answer me just now!" Number Two asked persistently.

"Why didn't you answer?" Lin Qingqian said angrily.

"Don't you think Qingyue will be angry? Seeing that thing?"

Lin Qingqian was silent for a while, then smiled freely, "If I want to block everything and compete with Song Chaodu, I must first think of a way out for Qingyue."

"That's the only thing I can leave for Qingyue to do. It doesn't matter if she gets angry when she gets angry."

"Hey, you just wait to coax your wife." No. [-] sighed and jumped behind Lin Qingqian again.

"By the way, you haven't come out much recently, and you seem to be able to read things that I haven't told you." Lin Qingqian asked pointedly.

"Ah, it's a new breakthrough in research." No. [-] poked his waist, "I don't know why I can vaguely see a little bit of the novel you're talking about. Only one step away from deriving the solution."

"That's great, great philosopher." Lin Qingqian praised perfunctorily.

She turned a corner and stopped suddenly.

Not far away, under the light at the door, Song Qingyue was sitting on a ponytail and waiting for her.

She pursed her lips, walked over quickly, hugged him in her arms, rubbed her cold hands, distressed and moved, "Why don't you go in and wait?"

Song Qingyue pouted, put his head on Lin Qingqian's shoulder, and muttered, "I can't sleep anyway, so come out and wait for you."

"Have you had dinner?" Lin Qingqian stroked her hair.

"The village head sent it over. We ate it. How about you?" She stroked Lin Qingqian's stomach.

"It's over, the staff packed lunch." Lin Qingqian carried the man into the door, went to the master bedroom, put him on the bed, and told Song Qingyue, "Stay well, I'll be right back."

Song Qingyue played immediately, "You still want to go out? I'll wait for you!"

"I'm going to wash up..." Lin Qing raised an eyebrow, "It's not impossible.

No. [-] covered his eyes humbly, that is, a whale could swim through the gap between his fingers.

Yes, whales.

Song Qingyue blushed and shook his head, "Forget it, you only care about lighting the fire but not putting it out, and the sound insulation of the old house is not good."

Lin Qingqian snorted and laughed twice, before leaving, he squeezed her soft waist, and then ran away quickly.

"Lin Qingqian!" Song Qingyue blushed, but he didn't dare to shout out loud, so he gritted his teeth and let out a low roar from his throat.

It was Leng Lan's little red face that suddenly appeared from behind the door, "Qingyue, you...if...be quiet."

Song Qingyue's face was so hot that he could fry an egg, threw Leng Lan back to her own room and leaned against the door panel, gasping for breath, and fell down on the bed.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

"Lin Qingqian, I'm so mad."

Because the conditions were restricted, Lin Qingqian came back soon, took the angry Song Qingyue into her arms, and asked with a smile, "Are you still angry?"

"Ah."

"Is your chest tight with anger?"

"Ah."

"I'll give you a smooth massage."

"Hmm... huh?" Three voices turned sharply.

"...Forget it, forget it, go to bed, you guys have to get up early tomorrow and go on your way." Lin Qingqian calmly pushed away Song Qingyue's hand that was pinching the soft flesh around her waist.

Song Qingyue was indeed attracted by her method of forcing her to divert her attention, put her head on Lin Qingqian's shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Well, it's alright."

"Then... why don't you go and have a look?"

Lin Qingqian teased her, "Do you want me to go?"

"Tch," Song Qingyue became angry like a puffer fish, and turned around, "Would you like to go or not?"

Lin Qingqian clasped her waist from behind, and said with a smile, "Of course I'm going. What time do you start tomorrow?"

"You have to get up at five o'clock and leave at six o'clock. It takes half an hour to go to school, and you have to prepare in advance." Song Qingyue said that he was serious about the business, "We have made lesson plans for a long time."

"Then I'll be with you," Lin Qingqian yawned and buried her head in the pillow, "Go to sleep."

Song Qingyue turned around and hugged her, "You don't have to get up so early tomorrow, there's no need to follow us all day."

But Lin Qingqian's voice was not heard.

Taking a closer look, Lin Qingqian was already sound asleep.

She stared at Lin Qingqian's sleeping face, and suddenly felt a sense of security in her heart.So she buried her head in Lin Qingqian's arms, feeling the heat of her body, her warm breath, and their skins were tightly pressed together.

"Forget it, it's hot." Song Qingyue, who succumbed to the weather, finally kicked away Lin Qingqian, who also felt hot in his sleep and kept running away from his embrace.

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The five o'clock alarm clock, Song Qingyue woke up at four fifty-five o'clock, turned off the alarm clock that was about to ring, carefully pulled out his numb arm from under Lin Qingqian's head, shook his hands grinning, and made a hideous gesture at Lin Qingqian. Mouth type:

If I can't write chalk today, I'll blame you!

After speaking aggressively, she changed her clothes as quietly as possible, and walked out the door quietly.

Lin Qingqian, whose brain is particularly prone to fatigue because of the load of two thoughts, didn't wake up at all, found Song Qingyue subconsciously, sniffed the smell, rubbed over, hugged the pillow that still had Song Qingyue's fragrance, smash it, smash it Mouth, fell asleep sweetly.

The temperature in the mountains in the early morning was still a bit low. Song Qingyue put on a coat, moved his body, and breathed the fresh air.

"Oh oh oh... oh!" Song Qingyue grabbed the neck of the aggressive and aggressive rooster, threw it into the field, and threatened in a low voice, "Go to other places to crow!"

The big rooster flinched at the beautiful woman, then fluttered away with its wings.

Song Qingyue turned around and saw two single dogs hugging each other and crying bitterly.

"It's unnecessary," she blushed slightly, "Didn't we do anything well!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Leng Lan, who was more courageous, shook her head, "I want to cover it up."

Song Qingyue, "...you hit someone."

A few people chattered in low voices, counted the things to bring, put on their bags and walked to the top of the mountain.

They lived halfway up the mountain, and the school was still on top.

"Qingyue, how long do we have to go?"

Mao Banxue, whose physical strength was extremely weak, soon became out of breath, and had to hold Leng Lan's arm and take a step to catch her breath.

"Come on, give me the things." Song Qingyue took the backpacks from the two of them, and signaled Leng Lan to just support Mao Banxue.

"Qingyue, ha, your physical strength, ha, why is it so good?"

Song Qingyue said as he walked, "I got it out of exercise."

After all, in order to keep up with Lin Qingqian's physical strength, she has never stopped exercising.

"Then you don't know Lin Qingqian," she retorted casually, "Don't look thin, she's very energetic."

The kind that breaks the belt off.

The two behind her were silent for a while.

"Today either you have a problem or we have a problem."

Song Qingyue, "...then there must be something wrong with you, I was just describing Lin Qingqian's physical strength normally."

The three of them hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at the school after walking for more than 40 minutes.

The school is not broken, just small.The village still adheres to the idea of ​​"no matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education", carefully planned the location to ensure that every child can arrive in time, repaired the roof and strengthened the walls, and bought blackboards, desks and chairs.Although the desks and chairs on the blackboard have not been replaced for a long time and some legs are missing, it is still one of the best quality in the village.

That is, the area of ​​the whole school is estimated to be only about two hundred square meters, without a playground, two classrooms, one elementary school class and one junior high school class.The principal teaches junior high school classes, and a little old man teaches elementary school classes. Each class has only seven or eight students.

After all, there are not many school-age children in the village.

"Principal, we are here to support education. Here is our plan and schedule." Song Qingyue handed over the printed plan respectfully.

"Okay, okay," the principal hurriedly invited the three of them in, and turned to a small room separated by a curtain.

There are only two desks in the room, one is full of "Three-Year Simulation of the Five-Year High School Entrance Examination", and the other is full of books related to elementary school education. It seems to be the desks of the principal and another teacher.

The headmaster sat down and rubbed his hands awkwardly, "What are you guys teaching?"

"We have prepared everything," Mao Banxue stepped forward, "whether it is the content of elementary school or junior high school, with our education and knowledge level, it is more than enough."

"Oh, girl doll can't do anything else, but she's good at talking big and bragging." The door curtain was lifted, and a little old man walked in with a dark face, looking arrogantly at Mao Banxue, "I've prepared everything, what about the lesson plan? Where are the textbooks?"

Mao Banxue looked at him with a slight smile, and took the thick lesson plans and certificates prepared by several people from Leng Lan, "This must be Teacher Li, this is our textbook, and this is our textbook." As for the teacher qualification certificate, I have taken the junior high school mathematics and high school mathematics teacher qualification certificate, Leng Lan has elementary school Chinese and junior high school physics, although Qingyue didn't take the test, but it is more than enough to teach a style of art."

Old man Li took the things in Mao Banxue's hands silently, flipped through the thick notes, and recorded questions such as "how to interact with students", which seemed very scientific.

"Oh, it's still the same, speaking is better than singing." Old man Li threw the teaching plan certificate on the table, staring at the principal, "These girls are here to be gilded, and I don't agree with them teaching professional courses anyway."

"Li Sanquan, be more honest!" The principal slapped the table, and his thin body straightened up. "He came here with good intentions, why are you doing this?"

He picked up the porcelain jar on the table, blew away the dust floating on it, drank a big mouthful of tea, and then stared at old man Li, "I haven't asked you yet, what happened to you stealing the old Wang's chicken? "

"He's just farting!" Li Sanquan spat excitedly, "I dissected chickens for the dolls, and showed them the chicken skeleton. I bought it from his doll for 50 yuan, and his doll didn't tell him it was wrong." My question, where is stealing!"

"He said he saw you eating chicken with the dolls!"

"The chicken was killed and not eaten, it was picked up by the weasel!"

Song Qingyue and the others looked at the two thin old men who suddenly had a quarrel, and looked at each other.

Old man Li also patted the table hard, took another big tea mug from the other side, took a sip, sipped the tea leaves, spit them back into the mug, refilled the water, and cursed, "No more tea?"

"It's good to have tea. I still drink tea foam, so I'll drink it later." The old headmaster also took a sip of tea to calm his breath.

Song Qingyue poked Leng Lan.

Shocked, Leng Lan quickly took out a pack of green vacuum-packed tea from her bag, "Principal, this is a small gift for you."

"Yo," the old headmaster hurriedly stood up, answering it or not, muttering, "it's quite expensive."

Song Qingyue hurriedly added, "It's not expensive, I just bought it from the supermarket. We are still students, how expensive can we afford?"

Old man Li sneered, "Did you see that? They came with the trick of the little bourgeois, and I said they shouldn't be allowed to come."

"Don't pay attention to him!" The old headmaster gave him a hard look, then dragged the three of them to the corner and muttered, "You guys, why don't you teach music and art?"

He rubbed his hands, "Hey, Lao Li and I don't know anything about these things. The kids want to do these things and make a lot of noise, but we can't teach them."

The three of them looked at each other, and Song Qingyue nodded, "Okay, then you can show us the children first."

"Yes!" The principal happily shook Song Qingyue's hand, "Thank you all."

Old man Li's face became even darker, and he yelled at several people, "If you want me to say, you don't even teach these!"

Mao Banxue's eyebrows were already twitched, and she asked Leng Lan in confusion, "Why is this Teacher Li so hostile to us?"

Leng Lan shrugged, "Who knows?"

Song Qingyue also frowned, trying to understand Li Sanquan's thinking, but couldn't grasp the most crucial point.

Class is over, and a dozen black leather dolls are sitting in the classroom, playing and playing.

"Quiet!" The principal patted the desk and cleared his throat. "This week, we have three new teachers. Everyone welcomes them with applause!"

Li Sanquan snorted coldly, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, fumbled to find a cigarette inside, but found it was empty.

He cursed, and took out a cigarette butt from his pocket. He lit it, patted the bluestone slab, and sat down to puff.

A box of new cigarettes was delivered to him.

Good smoke, Zhonghua.

He looked up blankly, and saw Song Qingyue's smiling face who had finished introducing himself.

"Fuck off, don't take it!" He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it irritably, "You shouldn't have come."

"Can I ask why?" Song Qingyue smiled gently.

Li Sanquan was silent for a while, then exhaled, "I know, you guys are kind."

"But have you ever thought about the dolls?" He took two steps impatiently. "The dolls have never seen the world outside the village. Once you come in, you bring in all the fancy things, so they will still concentrate on it." study?"

Song Qingyue was taken aback.

I could have endured the darkness - if I hadn't seen the light.

"The children are still young and all love to play. You said that you are here to teach music and art, and you are not here all the time. They only come for a week. They all want to play these things in the future, so how can they study well? ?”

Li Sanquan became irritable again, "I told you the reason, if you want me to tell you, you should leave quickly, and I'll just ask the principal to stamp you!"

He walked away angrily, walked a few steps, came back again, picked up the unfinished cigarette butt, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Turtle egg, wasting my fire."

He ignored the cigarette case in Song Qingyue's hand.

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"Who is that?" Lin Qingqian arrived at almost eight o'clock, and the village chief accompanied her up.

"Oh, that's Li Sanquan, the school teacher."

Lin Qingqian had an excellent memory, and instantly remembered the conversation between the village chief's son and the village chief yesterday, "The one who stole the chicken? How can he be a teacher."

"Oh, he didn't steal it." The village chief hurriedly clarified.

"What is he doing?" Lin Qingqian looked curiously at Li Sanquan, who was thin and hunchbacked, pulled a sturdy and dull child, and smiled flatteringly at Song Qingyue.

The author has something to say: [1]: Huayong's allusion to Sheng Tian Banzi in the novel "Heaven Bureau", a very shocking short story, you can read it.

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