My 1979

Qufu was admitted to university, which was a big event for the Qu family, so the banquet was naturally held at Fatty's hotel.

He Zhou came back because his grandmother was ill and happened to attend the college entrance banquet.

After the banquet, he gave Qufu a pen, and Qufu took it with a smile.

"Thank you." She unscrewed the cap of the pen, filled it with ink, and found a piece of scrap paper on the desk in the office.

"It looks like a boy's handwriting." He Zhou had to admit that her handwriting was very beautiful. In comparison, his own handwriting was as crawling as a dog. When she finished writing, he unconsciously read, "The emperor calls here. If he doesn't get on the boat, he calls himself a wine-drinking immortal. I get two sentences in three years, and one chant brings tears to my eyes."

Qu Fu smiled and said, "Nonsense, I learned from Yan Zhenqing, so of course it is written like a man. When I become my own person and have my own style, I won't look like anyone else."

He Zhou nodded and said, "Yes, but it looks good no matter what."

"Thank you for coming." She said with a wry smile, "Actually, I don't want to do it. I don't like being looked at like a monkey in a crowd of people."

In their family, sometimes she can take charge of the family.

But sometimes, she couldn't stick to her own opinion. For example, when her father, a big man, told her about his hardships and difficulties with tears and snot in his nose, she had to compromise to meet his father's requirements.

In fact, she understood what her father was thinking. On the surface, she was celebrating because she had entered a higher education, but on the inside, she was showing off his magnanimity to the outside world. She was a college student, and even her brother, who was called a fool, became a rich man.

Obviously, his father's goal was achieved. Not only did some relatives and friends of the Qu family come this time, but also relatives from her mother's side who had long since lost contact.

No one cares about being poor in the downtown area, let alone those who live in the suburbs like them.

Of course, another reason is her mother's problem. She has a brain problem and can't maintain relationships, which will fade away in the long run.

Through this college entrance banquet, it seems that the relationship between relatives that was interrupted in the past has been continued.

"I don't like it either." He Zhou understood her very well. After all, she thought her mother had shown him this way back then. "It's a pity to choose Pujiang. When does school start? I will pick you up at Pujiang Station then."

What he didn't expect was that Qufu would choose a university in Pujiang. According to her score line, she would have more choices.

Qu Fu smiled and said, "It's close to home. It only takes about ten hours by train. School will start in mid-September. You don't need to pick it up. I'm not that pretentious."

This is her truest thought.

He Zhou said, "We will call you when the time comes."

Qu Fu handed the pen to He Zhou and said with a smile, "You write and I will read your handwriting."

He Zhou said with a smile, "My handwriting is ugly."

It's quite honest.

"Let me take a look." Qu Fu insisted.

Seeing her insistence, He Zhou had no choice but to take the pen and write on the paper: Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Qu Fu originally thought that He Zhou was being modest, but now it turns out that what he said was completely true. Not to mention comparing with her, he was far behind her brother Qu Yang. She regretted that she should not have exposed someone else's background.

Staring at his handwriting, I pondered for a long time, and finally said with a smile, "Not bad, at least I still recognize what you wrote."

"You are really good at chatting." He Zhou rolled his eyes at her, and then sighed, "I copied many copybooks, but they turned out to be of no use."

Qu Fu said, "Then you must have never read a copybook before. You should be careful when writing, write the strokes horizontally and vertically in place, and always think about the structure of the copybook. Don't use random strokes or abbreviations."

Unable to bear it anymore, she picked up the pen again and rewrote He Zhou's words. She smiled and said, "For example, the word 'lou' has a left-right structure. What you wrote is a bit dense, and even the strokes are wrong. Each There are fixed rules for even the strokes of the characters.”

He Zhou sighed and said, "Come on, I'm hopeless. Let's change it slowly in the future."

The only thing he has now is his signature. After all, he has to sign documents frequently.

Zhao Chunfang has been staying in the county hospital for a month. She is unwilling to go to the provincial capital, let alone a big city with better medical conditions.

According to the conditions for her daughter's recruitment, the best hospitals in the world can arrange it at any time.

However, she was not happy.

Because she knew in her heart that she was hopeless. She had been shrewd all her life. Even if her daughters deliberately concealed their illness, she knew it.

She was motion-sick and afraid of troubles, so she was not surprised if she was allowed to fly. If she didn't expect the doctor to give her an analgesic injection, she wouldn't even be able to stay in the county hospital.

Her biggest persistence in her life was to give birth to five children in a row and she was very dedicated to having sons.

He can eat, has a clever tongue, and can curse, but he is definitely not a lazy person. Although he relies more on his eldest daughter for housework, the work in the fields is no less than what he does with He Laoxi. Relying on his physical advantage, a woman weighs 100 pounds. He picked up the burden and walked as fast as flying.

With a pair of scissors when you get in bed and a hoe when you get out of bed, you can do both heavy and fine work.

Therefore, even though she has many shortcomings, she still has something worthy of admiration from the villagers.

"Mom, if you don't listen to me, let's go to the big hospital in the provincial capital. We can do a small operation there and the disease will be cured." Zhaodi is still making a last-ditch effort. She has been taking care of my mother in the hospital this month. The siblings took turns, but she was also very tired and her eyelids never relaxed.

"The latrine is full of water and the waves are stinking." Zhao Chunfang was very sick. Her originally prosperous face quickly shriveled up and her eyes dimmed. However, she still shouted hard according to her past temperament, but her energy was not so strong. Okay, after shouting this voice, I exhausted all my strength and immediately withered.

Zhao Di smiled bitterly and said, "We have to treat our illnesses, otherwise you will be the one to suffer, right?"

Zhao Chunfang said nothing.

Zhaodi continued, "The doctor said that it will be cured with surgery."

In fact, when you are lying to my mother, aren't you lying to yourself?

The doctor made it very clear that the risk of surgery was very high. Even if it was successful, it would only prolong my life for half a year at most.

However, even if it takes half a year, she is willing to fight for it.

"I'm not afraid of dying on the operating table, I'm afraid of dying on the road. It's such a hot summer," Zhao Chunfang said after gathering some strength. "It will stink all of a sudden. If you put powder into the coffin, you want to save face, so don't torment me. "

"Then you really don't want to go?" If my mother was really unhappy, Zhao Di also decided to respect her opinion. Watching her suffer every day and insisting on giving her surgery just to live for half a year longer did not mean she was truly filial.

Zhao Chunfang nodded and closed her eyes slightly, obviously not wanting to talk anymore.

Zhaodi took a towel and wiped her forehead. She was about to quietly exit the ward when she heard my mother calling her.

"I want to eat some sugar cane." Zhao Chunfang still didn't open her eyes.

"I'll buy it for you." Even though she knew that my mother would not move, it was now difficult for her to even eat the noodles.

ps: Everything that has nothing to do with the main character is purely a side story. You can order it or not. I am currently treating the lumbar and cervical spine. I will update it from time to time. Don’t dislike it for being a verbose person.