Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

It was not the sore wrist that stopped Ye Mi from writing, but the growling stomach.

She sniffed as if she could smell meat.

“Where is the smell of meat coming from?”

Could it be that the neighbor next door secretly stewed meat.

Glancing at the big characters that still needed to be written, and smelling the smell of meat, in the end curiosity overcame her studies, Ye Mi put down her pen, got up and followed the smell of meat to find it.

After this search, she found her own kitchen.

“Wow! Is there any happy event at home today?” She popped into the kitchen in surprise, grabbed the man’s shoulder and looked into the bubbling pot.

The milky white bone soup was boiled to its essence, mixed with churning vermicelli and vegetable leaves, making water flow from Yemi’s mouth.

“If you want to do my laundry, just say so, you don’t need to resort to such a roundabout way.” Jing Ziheng leaned back slightly, his cold eyes behind the lenses were full of disgust.

Ye Mi blushed, and used her hand to haphazardly wipe her mouth dry: “…I didn’t drool.”

” I Didn’t say you drooled, pay attention to your hands.” The slender index finger pointed at Ye Mi little black hands.

Ye Mi looked down, and also saw her hands that were too dirty.

She couldn’t help but smile mischievously, took them off Jing Ziheng’s body, put them behind her back, and pretended that they didn’t exist.

“I accidentally smeared it when I was practicing my words just now.”

After looking around at home, she only found pencils, so she could only write large characters with pencils.

The quality of that pencil is not very good. The carbon core is not only easy to break, but also the dust is flying everywhere.

In addition, Ye Mi’s writing posture is not very good. She always likes to lie low and doesn’t look like she is writing. , but eating paper.

That’s why her hands got so dirty.

“How far along are you with writing the big characters?” Jing Ziheng asked.

He can usually tell at a glance whether the students have finished their homework.

Ye Mi replied in a low voice, with a kind of instinctive timidity to face the teacher: “There’s half a sheet left.”

That’s about one hundred and fifty.

“It’s just the last point. Go finish writing first, then wash your hands before eating.” Jing Ziheng hoped that the little girl would learn to start and finish things.

“I’m hungry.” Ye Mi was obviously reluctant.

She has been copying for more than three hours. It’s a pity that Teacher Jing’s attitude is very firm: “First finish writing before eating.”

What if she doesn’t write?

Ye Mi didn’t have the guts to say this, mainly because she ate all the melon candies yesterday, so she can’t just take rewards and not work, right?

“Okay, then you have to wait for me, and you are not allowed to steal food.”

She told him before leaving, she was still uneasy.

Jing Ziheng took the lid of the pot to cover the bone vermicelli soup, and took away part of the firewood, leaving only a small fire to keep warm: “I’ll accompany you.”

Let her look at him in person, so she can feel asured.

Ye Mi thought it was like this, but in fact, after entering the room, Jing Ziheng directly took away the few big characters she had finished copying.

The notebook she used was bound very perfunctorily, and the whole book fell apart if she picked it up casually.

Ye Mi’s scalp tingled for a while, and Ye Mi rushed forward to hold Jing Ziheng’s hand: “What are you doing?!”

She was so nervous that she her voice shook.

Jing Ziheng swept away Ye Mi’s hand that was gripping him tightly, not caring about being rubbed with black carbon. His thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two nightmare words: “Check it.”

Sure enough, Ye Mi’s eyes darkened, With a smiling face, she tried to save those hijacked big characters: “Isn’t that unnecessary? Don’t you believe me? I… I swear, there is absolutely no cutting corners!”

“This is not a problem that you can solve with a vow.” He removed Ye Mi’s hand away ruthlessly, and raised the book above her head, no matter how hard her short legs jumped, she couldn’t catch it.

Ye Mi’s cheeks bulged with anger: “Look at it!, look at it !, you’d better not blind your eyes!”

She took her writing very seriously.

Jing Ziheng nodded expressionlessly at the desk: “Continue writing.”

“Oh.” Reluctantly, she sat back, rubbed her sore wrist, and continued to write vigorously.

Under the dim oil lamp, two figures, one big and one small, were sitting together in the room. The small one was lying on the desk, her little head was almost buried on the paper, only the wrist curled up against the table was shaking non-stop while holding a pencil.

The older one was sitting on the other side of the desk, holding a red marking pen in his hand, carefully correcting word by word.

The atmosphere was peaceful for a while, and there was an inexplicable sense of harmony and ease.

But soon, as Jing Ziheng frowned more and more deeply, this quiet comfort was broken.

Putting down the few pages that were half-corrected, he stretched out his arm and pushed Yemi’s waist, and the sensitive little girl straightened her back in fright.

“What are you doing? Scared me!”

“Head up, chest up, back straight.” The low voice was not harsh, but Ye Mi subconsciously followed suit.

Looking at the other party’s standard study posture with satisfaction, Jing Ziheng lowered his head and continued to correct, and said faint words: “Keep this posture and continue writing.”

” Woo…” With a small whimper, Ye Mi continued to copy the book aggrieved.

She felt so miserable, this was not at all the married life she had imagined. But she was inexplicably cowardly when she met Jing Ziheng, and she couldn’t be tough even if she wanted to, so she could only be obedient.

This may be due to the scumbag’s instinctive fear, being the natural enemy of the teacher.

“It’s finished hahaha…”

After finally finishing the last part of the big characters, Ye Mi suddenly felt comfortable all over, and she was so happy that he almost went to heaven.

She jumped up and threw the big characters in front of Jing Ziheng, and ran out happily: “Mr. Jing, please correct slowly, I will wash my hands and eat!”

The little girl was overjoyed .

I even forgot how I was afraid of being corrected for my homework just now.