They both wear the same soul

After all, she is a native of the ancient times, who knows the way of Confucius and Mencius, as well as her own officials.

The only thing I don't know is Lei Feng.

The word Lei Feng is very cold and harsh, like a sharp knife unsheathed in the cold winter ice and snow.

How could a woman have such a name?But remembering that in the previous dynasty, there was a female general who inherited her father's career and resisted foreign aggression. After thinking about it, she was also a woman whose parents placed high hopes on her.

After Xu Wanqing came back, she always thought of that woman.

Open-minded and quack, always with a lively smile on his face.There are two attendants by her side, a man and a woman, who are intimate and obedient.

Born like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people, she was the most beautiful woman Xu Wanqing had ever seen.

Even with Zhang Xu's body, she has experienced the power of the world, and she was surprised to see that girl. She even looked at herself in the mirror and lamented that she was born sad, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and she was easy to bully when she looked at her. She didn't have the cheerful appearance of that girl.

If we can meet again--

Oh, I'm afraid we won't be able to see you again.

She entered Zhang Xu's body again, got up, and opened the book again as usual.

In the previous conversation with that man named Shang Yi, he scribbled two lines of words.

I vaguely saw my own name, but it was painted out.

The strokes below are neat and fair, and the words Xu Wanqing are written.

One word and one line, each stroke is disassembled and written, as if teaching.

The handwriting was too neat, and I couldn't tell whose handwriting it was for a while, but I thought Zhang Xu was ignorant and unable to write so beautifully, it was probably due to Shang Yi.

For no reason, what did Shang Yi write his own name for?She studied it carefully, but she couldn't resist writing her name again according to the gesture.

As a gift in return, she imitated the words "Shang Yi" below, each occupying a line.

Hearing people say that this is a way for children in the lower grades to practice calligraphy, which is naive and interesting, so she couldn't help but write it again.

Getting up early and having nothing to do, she turned on the light.

The lamp is on the top of the head, no lamp oil or ignition is needed, the light is dazzling, just like daytime.

All this amazed her, she was fresh and learning at the same time, but she still had to remain calm and act as usual.

People who are used to using these magical things have not changed much, they still eat, drink, marry and marry.

Pick up the pen and draw an outline.

She wanted to draw the girl, but after a glimpse, she didn't dare to look at it more, so she had to use a few strokes, which can be regarded as charming and recognizable, but it is not good-looking after all, not one of the charms of the girl.

Unable to sign, I remembered the girl's name, so I wrote: Lei Feng.

The paper in Zhang Xu’s house seemed to be straw paper taken out of the toilet. The ink smeared quickly, and the texture was like snowflakes. The paper was also soaked.

When the time is up, she should go to private school.

Zhang Xu would usually pack up his schoolbag so that she and Shang Yi could carry it and leave, so she picked it up and didn't look at it.

Who would have thought that Zhang Xu finally made a mistake. She opened her schoolbag and took out a bucket of braised beef noodles.

The representative of the Chinese class was reciting ancient junior high school poems loudly in the front row, and suddenly heard a sound, turned his head and stared at the red paper shell: "Zhang Xu, you actually brought snacks to class, I want to sue the teacher."

snack?

She has seen this thing before, but she doesn't know it is food.

Looking at the outside, it's not just red paper, but the paper is dense and smooth, and it feels heavy when you hold it.

She was surprised, picked up the instant noodles and looked around, but couldn't say anything, so she asked, "How do you eat it?"

"Eat it soaked! Do you still want to eat the bucket? Teacher—teacher, Zhang Xu still wants to eat instant noodles in the classroom!"

Because they came early and no one else was watching, the class representatives could not convey the information to the teachers who were at home on the kang.Seeing her stupidity, he intentionally left evidence of the crime, dragged her to the hot water room, made a splashing noise, soaked a bowl of noodles, pressed the paper lid with a fork, and held it steaming in his hand.

"Here."

Xu Wanqing Shi Shiran took it, she was amazed at the convenience of this thing, if she was traveling, she would bring a car with her, and she could still eat fragrant hot noodle soup on the road.

so good.

After the noodles softened, she turned her back to the little girl and took a bite of the noodles.

Sure enough, the aroma is rich, the taste is strong, the noodles are very chewy, and the taste is very different.

She is not used to standing like this, eating with her back to someone in a dark corner, like a mouse gnawing on wood, sneaking around in the dark, chattering, unable to get on the table.But after all, the woman couldn't serve the table, she ate something ready-made, she was grateful in her heart, turned around and saw the little girl staring at her, and turned her head when she was smashed: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." She intended to share it, but she thought it would be inappropriate to give someone what she had eaten.

The little girl swallowed her saliva, looking forward to see through, then poked her head around to see that there was no one around, so she stretched out her hand: "I, I made it for you, we have a share, if you give it to me, I will not sue the teacher."

The two shared instant noodles, and the hot water room was filled with the smell of instant noodles.

Xu Wanqing secretly wrote down this thing, it would be even better if she could take it home and share it with her little maid.

The monitor girl of Class [-], Grade [-] was young, a few years older than her little maid, but she was as childish as her, her eyes were clear, and she felt pity and kindness in her heart, so she faintly regarded this child as her little maid.Moreover, this little class leader is majestic, and his words carry a lot of weight in the private school. The boys are all chased and beaten by her. Moreover, the little class leader has excellent grades and has helped her a lot. He helped her buy pens, ink and dictionaries, and now he is covering it up for her.

Since coming here, if there is no small squad leader, she is afraid that she will be kicked out as an outlier.

So the biggest teacher in the class, oh, the person here is called the head teacher.When the class teacher asked her what she needed recently, she applied to be at the same table with the class leader.

The small squad leader sits in the first row, alone, but proud. Because of her good grades, the teacher looks at her differently, and she has several jobs, so she has a certain momentum, but in private, no one takes the initiative to ask her to play with her, only everyone plays together , The small squad leader forcibly joined, so he seemed not so alone.

Xu Wanqing acted out of sympathy, and she didn't know what trouble she would cause, but with someone to take care of her, it would be easier for her to learn things in this world.

It's just that she didn't expect that she became the same table, and the squad leader took her to be majestic.

Some boys at the back table gathered together to read books, and the class leader rushed over: "What are you reading!"

Like a goose rushing into a flock of chickens, it drove away the boys with a clatter.The big goose tore half of the book heroically, and made a loud crash, which made Xu Wanqing feel extremely heartbroken.

The squad leader glanced twice, and immediately blushed: "You guys! Smelly rascals!"

"You tell the teacher, you watched it too! You watched it too!" The boys booed in all directions, circling around the little squad leader, deliberately trying to bully her into crying.

With both hands open, the squad leader almost tore the book to shreds.

Xu Wanqing loved books eagerly, and hurriedly saved them. Before she could read them carefully, the boys let out a sigh of relief: "Zhang Xu! Give it back to us! You're still very loyal!"

Maybe the original owner had a close relationship with these boys, but Xu Wanqing couldn't make a fuss with the boys, throwing the book over would be disgusting to Meng Lang.

He lowered his head and opened his eyes.

……

"Don't learn well." She softly accused these boys. As the only adult present, she decided that she should educate them.But she is not a husband, she just blushed when she choked out this sentence.

The boys seemed to have seen something strange: "Oh, Zhang Xu is blushing! Damn Zhang Xu is blushing!"

The class leader was small, and stopped the tall and burly woman behind her: "You guys actually look at this kind of thing! I'm going to sue the teacher!"

This book is roughly a bed story between a flower picker and various women, and the sex is described in great detail.

When she was in class, she pressed it under the math workbook and read it, only to find that the language was vulgar and sensual, but there was no emotion at all, let alone fascination.

When class was over, the class leader was in a hurry to go to the toilet, and told her to keep her books, and made an appointment to sue the teacher together.

As soon as the little girl left, the boys cheered and rushed up: "Zhang Xu, you are the best, give it back to us, the teacher will be finished if he finds out."

"The teacher won't know," she became meddling, and she decided that such dross should not poison the children, so she said, "I confiscated this book."

"Tch, we've seen it anyway. Don't tell the teacher!"

She seemed to have applied a few more layers of rouge, her face was flushed, she didn't dare to get closer, she only said that she kept it a secret, and hurriedly put the dregs into her bag to hide, and when the little squad leader came back, she only said that the boy snatched it away.

In her day, people who wrote fiction were afraid to use their real names.People say that writing novels and arranging right and wrong will result in retribution. Therefore, people who read novels are happy, and those who write are hiding, but writing finally has a joy of release. Industry.

But who is happy when this kind of dross is written?The word "vulgar" is a compliment, and the words are crude and shoddy. I don't know what the author thinks.

Only then did he blame the author of the book, and he immediately felt ashamed.

These dirty things were kept secret, so why did she pursue them carefully?It's really indecent.

Hastily hid his thoughts, continued the class, counted the time, hurriedly finished his meal and returned to the classroom, waiting for Shang Yi's successor to arrive.

In a trance, he returned to his residence and woke up leisurely. The little maid squatted beside the bed and seemed to have been watching her for a long time.

Seeing her wake up, she smiled happily: "Young mistress is awake, I caught a cat today, it's soft, I washed it after I caught it, and now I'm sleeping on the roof."

I was excitedly led to see the orange kitten, which was curled up on the tile, sleeping very peacefully.

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Because of this recent incident.Another chapter will be added before nine o'clock.