Shuikou village in Fujun town is a village where a troop is stationed in the deep mountain. In the middle of the night these days, the villagers in Shuikou village can always hear the sound of trucks. It's a military truck marching through the road at the entrance of the village at night.

At 2:00 a.m., the villagers are all asleep, and they will not get up when they hear it.

Some people, even if they wake up, will wait until they can't hear the sound before they turn on the light.

The village head said that whoever dares not to obey the rules will be cut off if the road is not easily repaired by the state!

People, directly sent to prison, do not want to come out for a lifetime!

Ye Jian woke up for a long time. After hearing the sound of the military truck disappear, she got up from the bed with a headache and turned on the flashlight. The light of the flashlight was on the wall with the calendar.

It turns out I'm not dreaming. I can open my eyes again and see the sun tomorrow.

Originally, life gave her grace, destiny gave her arrangement, is growing in tribulation, reborn in the bath fire, not so embarrassed to die!

Time drips and dada in the past. At six o'clock in the morning, the smoke in Shuikou village is curling up. The trees in the mountain village bathed in the morning sun are green and the water is gurgling.

Out of the window, the swallow flew to a halt on the wire and cried happily.

Clear morning sun through the mist, soft down, according to the branches of the flowers bloom more thick.

The green buds and leaves hold the flowers, which make the flowers on the branches more charming.

Once again see the spring flowers, swallow return It's a very different situation.

Ye Jian, who woke up in the middle of the night and didn't sleep any more, looked at the girl who sat by her bed chattering incessantly. Her dark eyes narrowed a little.

The girl in front of her eyes has red lips and white teeth. Her black hair is plaited with plaits. She is nimbly inclined from her shoulder.

The eyes are watery, like the autumn wave, that is, the skin is black, and there are small spots on both sides of the tip of the nose.

These two shortcomings are not shortcomings. She remembers that she did a lot of post-processing later.

This is Ye Ying, the source of all the sufferings in his last life, which makes him unhappy all his life, and even dead in a mess.

"There's an exam on Monday. Please remember to help me. What's more, I've brought back all my school work. Please help me finish it quickly! " Ye Yingsheng is very good, and her voice is also very good. Like the yellow warbler, she likes to listen closely.

It's just that her voice is full of command, just like Yejian owes her.

Ye Jian holds the quilt, looks at Ye Ying and chirps. She bends her lips and says with a smile, "Ye Ying, long time no see."

Ye Ying, 14, hasn't seen her for a long time.

"I haven't seen you for a long time! Only yesterday! You're stupid. " Ye Ying, 14, looked at her cousin, who was half his own age, and worried: "you can't be stupid! It's so beautiful. It's terrible to be a fool. "

How can she do her homework if she is so clever and stupid!

Ye Jian's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, the corners of her mouth are very shallow, like a clear smile like a stream. "I'm going to fall into a fool, aren't you more miserable? No one will help you with your homework, no one will give you an answer in the exam, no one will help you to get the place. Well, think about it. How can I feel worse for you? "

While appreciating the changing look on Ye Ying's small face, Ye Jian said "Amitabha" in her heart, guilty, guilty, the original feeling of bullying people so cool, how could she not find it before!

To return to the fourteenth self, we must cherish it!

"What a fool! I need you to help me with my homework? " I thought about it in my heart, and I was told by Ye Jian. Ye Ying, with a green and white face, was biting his teeth.

Trying to resolve their embarrassment, in the end, they are still young and lack of skills, and their looks are inevitably a little distorted.

Looking at her expression, Ye Jian felt that her withered heart was like pouring blood, and the whole person was alive.

Side head, look slightly convergence, no need to prune is already delicate Daimei wrinkled up, did not immediately take the words, is silent down.