Aim at That Star

Jiang Shi's words were clear and light, with a strange yin and yang energy, along the track and field path, through the paddy fields and rice waves, and clearly fell into Lin Maizi's ears.

But at that moment, Lin Maizi's first emotion was neither embarrassment nor anger.

but doubts.

Just now, Aunt Chen pointed to the front and said in her ear, "Yo, don't you think that Jiang Zhiqing is in front of you?"

As soon as she looked up, she saw Lin Suizi and a strange man standing face to face on the field ridge talking, with a harmonious appearance.

She didn't even know why, she didn't even have time to think about who this strange man was, and that sentence popped out of her mouth subconsciously.

... Twenty years is too long.

Some people's faces are blurry, and even if they are so good, it takes a while to remember.

For example, this tall, handsome young man in front of him.

Lin Maizi stood in front of them and was silent for about half a minute before the memory of Jiang Shi gradually emerged in his mind.

Not much.

When she was a girl in her previous life, she was not as beautiful as her cousin Lin Suizi.

Neither the pretty dresses and hair accessories her parents brought from town, nor the wild strawberries that the young lad had smuggled into her basket.

Work, eat, sleep—every day is spent like this, and in retrospect, all days are gray.

If there was any bright color in life during that period, it was the handsome educated youth who was washing in the yard with a cup of toothpaste every day when he went to work and bypassed the path over the educated youth point.

Which girl is not pregnant.

In her previous life, the reason why she resisted Xu Weidong so much was not only because of Lin Suizi's deception and bewitchment, but also because she admired another person in her heart.

Of course, this admiration is not a life-and-death love.

At most, it is a yearning for a clear and elegant white-faced scholar. And Jiang Shi is the person who best fits this image.

He always wears a crisp white shirt, a pen on his chest, his hair is neatly groomed, and he is well-mannered.

This kind of admiration is faint and vague, like the pursuit of idols, and it is like a fantasy for the lover in a dream.

Let her instinctively resist another type - such as Xu Weidong's black-faced hell.

Only later, in the second year of Lin Suizi's marriage to Xu Weidong, Jiang Shi seemed to be transferred to the county party committee.

After that, I never returned to Nanyuanling Village, and I had nothing to do with her.

As for his impression, in just a few short scenes, they are all dim and hazy, high above, like a bright moon that can't be seen.

She didn't even know that Lin Suizi and Jiang Shi were actually able to talk.

But why did she have no such impression at all in her previous life?

Logically speaking, you shouldn't know...

—But this is not the most important thing right now.

As soon as Lin Maizi woke up from her memory, she met her cousin Lin Suizi's sobbing eyes.

The other party lowered his eyes and raised them slightly, and smiled at her reluctantly.

The kind that is barely too obvious, not too obscure, is just the right kind of pitiful, enduring grievance.

A pair of long eyelashes seems to be able to hang down into the bottom of a person's heart: "Wheat...Did something happen?"

She doesn't ask "why did you step on my hat" directly, nor does she preemptively argue with her.

Instead, with this ambiguous wording, she made progress by retreating, and threw all the contradictory initiative into her hands.

No matter how she answered, she would not suffer.

Such a scheming plan, how can a teenager in his previous life be able to compete.

At this moment, Lin Maizi only felt nauseous.

This is what it looks like.

This poor, weak, innocent little white flower looks like this.

lied to her for more than twenty years.

She fooled her into believing everything she said, handing over a good marriage, and thanking her for standing up to fight the fire.

Beneath this pitiful appearance, there is a vicious heart that no one has discovered.

...... Maybe the memories of a previous life are too painful.

Lin Maizi was immersed in her own sadness and couldn't extricate herself, causing Lin Suizi to stand in front of her and wait for a long time, but she still didn't hear an answer.

Lin Suizi was really confused.

To be honest, she doesn't really understand what's wrong with Lin Maizi today, and her whole person is strange. If it wasn't for feudal superstition, she would have wondered if this cousin had fallen into evil.

How many people are watching from all directions around, it was just a matter of taking advantage of her mouth, but if she did it like this, no one would look good if she continued to stalemate.

Lin Suizi sighed helplessly in his heart.

She took a few steps forward, approached Lin Maizi, and reached out and patted her shoulder with concern: "Is it because the headache hasn't eased yet? Is it still uncomfortable?"

"..."

Lin Maizi finally regained his senses when he met the girl's tender eyebrows like autumn water.

The fingers of the other party's shoulders touched her neck, bringing a slight coolness, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, ready to bite her hard at any time.

Lin Maizi shrank his shoulders back subconsciously, as if he was avoiding some beast, and his tone was also startled: "Oh...oh, much better."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Sister Suizi. Just now, my head was dizzy, I couldn't stand still, and I didn't know what I was doing."

"It's okay, it's okay if people are okay."

Lin Suizi withdrew his hand naturally, and said to Aunt Chen next to him, "Auntie, Maizi, please take care of me. I'll go and call Auntie Second..."

"Need not."

The wheat-skinned girl interrupted her, "Sister Suizi, I'm fine, I don't need to call my mother over here, I'll just sit and relax for a while."

"How can this be done? You still have to ask the adults to come and take a look at your serious situation just now. Besides, it's not good to sit under the sun. Anyway, let Second Aunt take you home to rest."

"Sister Suizi, just take me back...don't call me mother."

Lin Maizi shook her head vigorously, her tone was eager and her expression timid, "Now is the busy time, I have delayed going to work, and grandma wants to scold her again, it doesn't matter how many times I am hungry, and the mother who can't be harmed has no food... .Sister Suizi, it doesn't matter to me, just take me home, really!"

Lin Maizi is a little girl with strong learning ability.

Ever since she was a child, she has envied her cousin Lin Suizi very much, thinking that she is beautiful and can talk, just like a fairy girl.

So often, she would secretly imitate her tone of voice, her slightly worried expression, like what she likes, and hate what she hates, as if she would become the beloved Lin Suizi.

Because imitating for a long time, the heart is too eager, and the acquired training has become a physical instinct.

For example, she is now frowning slightly, her eyes are lowered, and her whole person looks like "I am wronged but I will still be strong".

- The form of expression is exactly the same as that of Lin Suizi just now.

There is only one point, without discrimination: Lin Maizi's appearance is indeed not as good-looking as Lin Suizi's.

Dark wheat-colored skin, lean torso, hair as messy as hay, and clothes that are more dirty than clean.

The stance is loose and casual, with a little hunchback.

With such an image of her, with such a pitiful expression and tone, even if it is the exact same way of expression as Lin Suizi, the effect presented is completely different concepts.

Fortunately, because of her illness, her white lips added a bit of authenticity to her.

Otherwise, it is really like a large-scale disaster scene with Dong Shi Xiao frown.

But the truth is true, and it looks good and it really doesn't look good.

This sudden arrival blinded Dong Shi himself, Lin Suizi, and nodded in confusion, taking on the responsibility of taking her home alone.

When I was going back, I happened to cross the river.

He just said a word to Lin Maizi mercilessly, and then watched the play leisurely for a long time in the back.

Now in Lin Maizi's heart, he is basically a very annoying villain supporting role.

After all, Lin Maizi was no longer that naive girl with a cherished spring.

The educated youth husband who married in her previous life finally abandoned her in order to return to the city, which caused her to have no good feelings for the educated youth group at all.

So when passing by Jiang, she deliberately stabbed him: "Jiang Zhiqing, thank you for reminding me just now that I didn't lose Sister Suizi's straw hat. You are really kind."

The man curled his lips: "You're welcome. Sui Zi is my friend, this is just a matter of hand."

"But fortunately, Sister Suizi also knew that I was ill, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wash myself if I jumped into the Yellow River."

"Then don't worry about that."

The smile on his lips became brighter, "Lin Suizi is my friend, I know her, she is not the kind of indiscriminate person. And it's just such a trivial matter, even if you do it on purpose, presumably she doesn't. Will count."

"..."

Lin Maizi was blocked for a while, and then slowly said, "I didn't even know that Jiang Zhiqing and my sister had such a good relationship, and they knew her so well, so they must be playing together often."

"It's not like I stay at home all day, you don't know where I got the time to go out and play."

Lin Suizi was the first to speak, her smile was still soft, but her tone was much cooler, "Last time I went down to the ground and had a rash, it was Jiang Zhiqing who delivered the life-saving ointment in time. It's my benefactor. Maizi, stop joking."

"A life-saving ointment?"

Lin Maizi did not have this stubborn memory in his memory. After a moment of unsuccessful recall, he could only boast perfunctorily, "Jiang Zhiqing is really generous."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

The man frowned lazily, "Not to mention that Lin Suizi is my friend, it's just an ointment, it's a small effort."

Another effort.

Just shouting to the people in the field that she stepped on Lin Suizi's straw hat, it was also said that it was a big effort.

These young people who have read books are like this, no matter how evil they are inside, they still speak in a high-sounding manner, which is really disgusting.

She Lin Maizi has a **** to the end, so she doesn't bother to pretend to be fake with them here.

Today, I have to treat their tone.

Lin Maizi sneered in his heart, but said, "Sister Suizi, is that ointment easy to use? I can..."

"No. The ointment for treating allergies is really easy to use."

Jiang Shi seemed to know what she was going to say, so he interrupted her directly, and his words were crisp and merciless, "But I'll just say it straight, that ointment was made abroad, and it was sent all the way through the customs and sent from thousands of miles away. Come here, the price is not cheap, you should not be able to change it.”

"..."

Lin Maizi was slightly taken aback.

Then I felt-

really.

No matter how nice it sounds, once you poke at their sore spot, you can quickly tear open the beautiful and gentle skin of a scholar.

Turn over faster than anyone else.

Lin Suizi was like this, her husband was like this in her previous life, and Jiang Shi was like this.

But the more they do, the more they jump.

It means that he really hit Jiang Shi's weakness.

She grinned as if joking: "Since it is such a precious good thing, why is Jiang Zhiqing willing to give it to Sister Suizi?"

"Didn't I just say that Lin Suizi is my friend, and saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

"Then I asked just now, and you said that the price is not cheap... Oh, Jiang Zhiqing, I was just joking, I didn't mean to force it, I was just curious how..."

"So didn't you just say that?"

The man interrupted her with a smile, frowning, "Lin Suizi is my friend."

His face is beautiful and fair, and his posture is gentle and elegant, like the most hypocritical and high-sounding scholar in the world, his lips lightly parted:

"You are not."

- It's so bittersweet.

Vicious to death.