That year the flowers bloomed 1981

While Li Ye was reading the letter with a gloomy face, his deskmate Wen Leyu glanced over at him inadvertently.

But in view of Wen Leyu's good upbringing, she never really peeked at the content on the letter.

But the way Li Ye was holding back his anger and writing furiously on the back of the letter made Wen Leyu very curious.

What did Lu Jingyao write to Li Ye that made this kind boy so angry?

Finally, the little spy couldn't hold it any longer, and quietly and slowly stretched out his neck, like a kitten moving covertly to catch a mouse, and came closer.

But at this time, Li Ye had finished writing, folded the letter, and turned around to bump into Wen Leyu.

Wen Leyu froze for a moment, retracted his neck with a whoosh sound, sat upright, and wrote quickly with the pen in his hand, looking like a good boy who was studying hard and making progress every day.

This little beauty is interesting.

Most of Li Ye's unhappiness was instantly eliminated.

He held his chin with one hand and rested his elbow on the desk. He looked sideways at Wen Leyu, who was writing seriously, with pure and peaceful eyes, as if he was admiring a beautiful and vivid painting.

Wen Leyu didn't seem to notice, and kept holding the pen in her hand, but a faint blush gradually appeared on her cheeks, adding vitality to her excessively white skin.

what are you writing?

Li Ye did not continue to read. The girl was already embarrassed, so speaking quickly to resolve the embarrassment was a considerate way of communication.

Wen Leyu breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the homework book in his hand to Li Ye, and then wrote something on the note.

I have given you some questions to answer. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me.

Li Ye took Wen Leyu's Dayancao homework book, looked at several pages of densely packed English test questions, and asked: Why do you want me to do these questions? Is it Teacher Ke's intention?

Wen Leyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the note and wrote something for Li Ye on it.

Li Ye couldn't help but whispered: Although your handwriting is really beautiful, can you talk to me?

Wen Leyu was in a daze again, and this time she was stunned for a few seconds, and then whispered: Aren't you going to take the exam to Qingbei, the capital? I think I can help you.

In fact, Wen Leyu's voice is very beautiful, but I don't know what she has experienced in these years, so she became a little mute.

When she mentioned that Li Ye was taking the exam to go to the capital, she obviously changed her tune urgently. She probably originally wanted to say that he was going to the capital to find Lu Jingyao.

Li Zhiyi smiled and nodded: Thank you, I accept your help, but you must also accept my help.

Wen Leyu blinked and said, What kind of help?

Li Ye took out his homework book and started to solve math problems on it.

I will also give you a paper to make. If you have any questions, you can ask me.

Wen Leyu was a little curious, and unknowingly stretched out his swan-like neck, looked at the pen in Li Ye's hand, and quickly wrote out test questions one after another.

At the beginning, she was very confident because she knew the questions Li Ye asked at a glance.

But when Li Ye wrote on the third piece of paper, she became serious.

Because of these question types, she had never seen them before.

Can you do all these questions?

certainly!

So what's your score in math in this year's college entrance examination?

…………

Li Ye stopped writing, looked at Wen Leyu who looked curious, and said helplessly: Can we not ask this kind of question?

Wen Leyu first looked at Li Ye in confusion, then his eyes moved and he nodded heavily.

Suddenly, Li Ye seemed to see the cat he had raised in his previous life again.

It's stupid, it's cute, but it's actually very smart.

. . . .

Jingyao, you are so smart. Brother Qian Shun just gave you a little reminder that day, but your poem was actually published?

Yes! Junior Sister Jingyao's talent is better than anything I have ever seen. Our Qingya Literary Club will rely on you to carry it forward in the future.

In an activity room of Beijing Foreign Languages ​​Institute, Lu Jingyao was surrounded by a group of senior students in the center, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.

When she was in Qingshui County, she liked to discuss poetry and literature with Xia Yue and the others. When it was time to choose a club in college, she naturally joined the literary club called Qingya.

After several months of getting to know each other, Lu Jingyao plucked up the courage to submit an article to the school magazine of the School of Foreign Languages, and it was actually published without even thinking about it.

Then an embarrassing scene happened. Seniors from several clubs paid her free compliments.

Especially the looks from several of them seemed to be eating her up, and their enthusiastic and excessive attitudes made her extremely uncomfortable.

Ahem, the publication of Jing Yao's work today is a big event for our Qingya Literary Club, so I suggest that we all go out for a dinner, okay?

good!

That's how it should be!

Let's go, let's have a good night and a good drink, and I won't come back until I'm drunk!

The members of the club happily went out for dinner, which helped Lu Jingyao get rid of the dilemma of eating flattery until she vomited.

But then she started to worry again.

Dinners cost money. The last time the Qingya Literary Club had a dinner, each person paid more than two yuan, which was more than one-tenth of her monthly student subsidy.

Because he had to save money to send home, Lu Jingyao only had steamed buns and pickles for the week after the dinner party.

Although her poem was published in the school magazine today and she received a royalties of five yuan and fifty cents, Lu Jingyao originally wanted to raise ten yuan to send home to support her family, but if she had another dinner party, she would not be able to raise ten yuan.

Let's go, Jingyao, what are you thinking about?

He Xue, who was also a member of the literary club, took Lu Jingyao's arm and dragged her to catch up with the others.

Lu Jingyao finally woke up and said, Oh, I didn't think anything of it, so I left.

As he walked, He Xue said excitedly: It's hard to get a treat today. I want to give it a good meal. Braised pork, braised pork elbow, sweet and sour fish.

Lu Jingyao's heart felt light, and even his steps became a little brisk: Really? Who is treating us today?

He Xue turned to look at Lu Jingyao strangely and said, Of course it's you! You won't recognize someone else after earning the royalties, right? The tradition of our literary society is that whoever earns the royalties gets the treat!

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Lu Jingyao's steps sank, feeling that his legs were suddenly as heavy as lead.

【My treat? It's me who's treating you. When did I say I wanted to treat you? What does the tradition of the literary club have to do with me? 】

[A dish of braised pork, braised pork elbow, and sweet and sour fish can cost as little as 40 to 50 cents, and as much as 89 cents. With the appetite of the people in the literary club, it seems like a joke for one person to show off three dishes. 】

[This is not to mention drinking. These people drink desperately. A bottle of liquor is cheaper for thirty or four cents, but more expensive is several yuan. How many bottles do you have to drink before you get drunk? 】

[What’s even darker is beer, which costs 2 cents a bottle. It doesn’t matter if you have several bottles...]

It only took Lu Jingyao less than a second to calculate the cost of today's dinner, which was at least thirty yuan less, and he had to include all the food stamps issued by the school for several months.

She regretted why she joined this young sprout club and why she published poems in the school magazine.

Thirty yuan! My monthly subsidy is only twenty-two and a half yuan, and every month I have to calculate and send part of it back home to redeem the bicycle for my brother.

Now Lu Jingyao can't even afford twenty yuan, let alone thirty yuan.

Hey, Jingyao, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly? Are you worried about money?

Ah? No, no. I was a little cold due to the wind just now.

Lu Jingyao lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly and shuffled forward, his heart a mess and tangled.

She didn't want to give up, but she was afraid of being laughed at.

But if I go, where will I have the money to pay the bill?

Lu Jingyao felt like she was suddenly back to more than a year ago.

The leaks in the family's house are getting worse and worse, and my mother's cough is getting more and more severe, but the family can't afford an extra dollar.

Then, a boy broke into his life, poked a hole in the gloomy sky, and shed bright sunshine.

And today, where is my sunshine?