Age: My Small World

Chapter 315

county seat.

The streets, which were not very wide, were now much less crowded and no longer as bustling as before.

Even in Sanli Lane, it was the same. There were only a few people setting up stalls, and most of them brought some wild vegetables or game, hoping to exchange them for some food.

Cheng Xiaoyu, who had already sold the soles of her shoes, and Yang Jun were walking together on this slightly quiet street.

"Xiao Yu'er, don't you want to buy something?"

The little girl had just sold some money, but it wasn't much.

Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head: "I'll just take a look, and my family doesn't need it."

Yang Jun knew that she was doing this to save money.

Although Xiaoyuer's family is no longer in danger of starvation, it is still difficult to get something good to eat. Being able to boil an egg is considered a festival.

"Okay, let's just go home then."

Yang Jun didn't waste any time, pulled the man out of Sanli Lane, and then went straight back.

When they arrived at the village entrance, the little girl suddenly took out a pair of shoes from the small cloth bag she was carrying.

She smiled brightly and said, "Brother Xiaoshan, this is for you."

Yang Jun thought she was carrying the bag to buy some things, but it turned out that she didn't buy anything. Now he knew what happened.

He reached out to take the shoes, pinched her chin unhappily and said, "Why didn't you give them to me before? You've been carrying them all the time. Aren't you tired?"

"I forgot, hehe." Her little face was filled with a satisfied smile, and she was reluctant to let him go.

Yang Jun looked down at the shoes. They were typical round-toed cloth shoes with two obvious ears on the black upper, which were traces of needlework.

Cheng Xiaoyu's needlework is quite good, with dense stitches and a very layered look. No wonder she was so confident that the garment factory would buy her.

"Thank you, Xiaoyuer, I like these shoes very much."

"Brother Xiaoshan, then you try it quickly. If it's too big or too small, I'll take it back and modify it."

Yang Jun did as he was told and after putting on the new shoes he found that they fit perfectly.

The little girl has grasped the size of his feet to perfection.

"Haha, with your skills, I might have to rely on you for support in the future." Yang Jun scratched her nose with a loving look on his face.

Cheng Xiaoyu blushed slightly, and said with a smile: "Then I am willing to support you for the rest of my life."

"Brother Xiaoshan, from now on, just stay at home and read books. I can support the family. Didn't you say that it's good to have a job after graduating from university? Then my salary must be quite high, enough for the two of us to eat."

She really wanted to live this kind of life, her eyes full of longing.

Yang Jun jokingly asked, "What if we have a child?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's imaginary life came to a halt. She seemed to think of the scene where she was pregnant and couldn't do her work properly, and she couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Yang Jun knocked her head helplessly: "You really have such crazy thoughts."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

He carried the little girl back to her home. It didn't matter if they were seen on the way. To everyone, it was normal for the two childhood sweethearts to be together. Maybe they would live together in the future. It wouldn't be as complicated as in the city.

If they were in the city, Yang Jun would not dare to pull and tug like this, for fear of being thought of as a hooligan.

"Come in, I won't go in."

Yang Jun thought about it, gave her some instructions, and quickly ran away.

The little girl didn't go into the house, but stood at the door waiting. He said he would come back.

Sure enough, in less than five minutes, Yang Jun returned with a sack.

"Take this inside and make some more delicious food for Aunt Ping and Ai Min."

Without waiting for her to refuse, Yang Jun pinched her cheek again and said, "The most important thing is that you must eat well and keep yourself plump and white. That's what I like. I'm afraid it will hurt if you're too thin."

The little girl naturally knew what he meant, and couldn't help but lower her head to look, but her view was blocked.

When she lowered her head, her toes were invisible, which made her a truly stunning beauty. It could be said that Xiaoyuer was already a match for Jiang Xueying.

"Brother Xiaoshan, there's nothing missing at home..."

Before she could finish, she felt a slight kiss on her forehead.

The little girl froze for a moment, her whole body felt weak, and her face turned red instantly.

"Xiao Yu'er, I just hope you and your family are well."

Finally, the little girl walked into the house with a bag in her hand, her face red, while Yang Jun left with a slight smile on his face.

inside the house.

Fan Ping looked at her daughter's red cheeks in surprise and asked, "Xiao Yu'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, I'm fine. This is for you. I'll go into the house first."

She stuffed the bag into Fan Ping's hand, ran back to the house, covered her head with the quilt, hid inside and laughed out loud.

"Brother Xiaoshan kissed me."

I touched my forehead and it seemed that there were still traces of Brother Xiaoshan left there.

Fan Ping didn't quite understand what was wrong with her daughter. She shook her head and opened the bag, then was stunned.

A large piece of pork and a basket of eggs came into view.

Her expression instantly became serious, and she wanted to find her daughter to find out the origin of the thing.

But thinking about her appearance just now and looking at the thing in her hand, the source seemed to be clear.

Fan Ping stood there, thinking again and again with a complicated expression, and finally sighed and didn't want to ask any more questions.

"Xiaoyu'er, Xiaoyu'er, I hope you'll meet someone good in your life..."

Her thoughts were full of thoughts, which turned into sighs.

Time is like a wheel.

It is already deep winter.

During this period, the school did not notify them to go to school, nor did they send them on any mission to go to the countryside. There was only a silent suspension of classes.

Yang Jun finally received a letter from the provincial capital, confirming that his article had been published.

The reason why he waited so long was because the newspaper thought his article was so good that they specially published it on the day of the festival.

Later, I continued to send him many more letters and postponed writing to him, just to tell him how many people were reading my articles.

Although the data is simple, it can be seen that the article "Bunker" has become popular in the literary world and made Yang Jun a little famous.

However, it was precisely this that caused Yang Jun's expression to change slightly.

He regretted it a little.

"If I had known I wouldn't have written it so well, I could have just written it simply as a story."

He incorporated many modern writing techniques into the bunker and described the story quite brilliantly.

The reason for this is that I feel that this article may be the last time I write, so I put my heart and soul into it.

At the moment, it seems that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. He has become famous in the literary world, which is not a good thing.

"Forget it, the name is already known, it's too late to regret it."

Take out the letter and read it.

The content was almost the same as last time, but Xu Congwen's tone became more and more joyful. He also hoped that he would submit again or publish the book, and he would try to get him separate publishing fees.

Yang Jun shook his head. The decision made could not be changed, so Xu Congwen's efforts were in vain.

In addition, the letter contained newspapers and royalties for him.

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