Chapter 180 You are the paint of my world [Thanks to the book friend Qiankun Zhengqi leader]

Zhang Yunqi always felt a little weird about studying in the same school as his sister Chunlan. It was like having a surveillance camera following him. If he made any noise at school, he had to be careful that Chunlan would report him to her mother. However, apart from Ji Lingchujian and Wang Xiaokai, who were good friends with him, no one in the school knew about the relationship between him and his sister.

Chunlan used to be the kind of girl with a strong personality but who could study quietly. She never liked to play, and it was the same when she came to the city to study at the No. 1 Middle School. Every day, apart from studying at school, she would go to the fish meal shop to help her mother with her business.

Now the eldest brother Zhang Yunfeng is in charge of the No. 2 Middle School store, and Zhang Ma is in charge of the No. 1 Middle School store. The assistant is Jiang Feng, my mother whom I met earlier. Business is relatively good. Except for weekends, they can basically sell four to five hundred bowls of fish noodles every day. The two of them are really overwhelmed. Zhang Yunqi asked Zhang Yunfeng to recruit people, but Zhang Ma was a little bit old-fashioned. She thought that city girls were delicate and difficult to order around, so she chased Zhang Yunfeng to the village to recruit people. She felt that the villagers were all her own people and she could use them with peace of mind.

Now Zhang Yunfeng is so busy with his career that he doesn't even have time to accompany his sweetheart Zhang Xiaonan. How can he have time to go back to his hometown? He asked Zhang Xiaomei's father Zhang Haijun to help find three people in the village. He didn't have any requirements, as long as they were down-to-earth and capable. He offered a monthly salary of 150 yuan, and provided food and accommodation.

After Zhang Yunqi found out, he added some requirements: the candidate must not be over 25 years old, and must be capable and good-looking.

After entrusting this matter to Zhang Haijun, he did not make it public, but privately contacted several girls who he thought had good character and appearance, but he didn't know that it would still be made public.

There are so many gossipers in the village that a lot of news can't be kept secret. Once someone tells someone about it, it will spread like wildfire and everyone will know about it.

In fact, the fact that the Zhang family made a fortune in the city was no longer news in the gossip center of the village. Everyone had passed the envy and jealousy of the Zhang family's prosperity when they first moved to the city. On the contrary, there was a sense of pride that "they are from our village". When they chatted with other villagers while planting seedlings and harvesting rice, and talked about those who went out to make a living, they all sighed that the two brothers of the Zhang family were the top talents among the younger generation in the village. The sale of flue-cured tobacco that year was also often talked about by the villagers.

Sometimes the villagers go to the city to do business. Compared with the two major backers of Yunxi Village, Zhang Guoxiang, the deputy director of the Education Bureau, and Ji Zhong, the deputy mayor and director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the Zhang family is the main place for the people of Yunxi Village to stay.

Zhang Ma was a kind person who cared about friendship. She would serve good food and wine to anyone who came. Even those who had conflicts with Zhang Ma in the village over trivial matters would be treated well when they really came to visit. After all, when they were away from home, they were like family members from their hometown, and there was no overnight hatred. Sometimes when Zhang Ma returned to the village and met them, they would also greet her with a smile, with a vague desire to get close to her and win her favor.

This time, the Zhang family's business has reached a new level. When the news of the new store opening and recruiting people in the village broke out, it caused quite a stir in Yunxi Village. Everyone has a scale in their mind. With a salary of 150 yuan, food and accommodation included and living in the city, if you are a little frugal, you can save 1,500 yuan a year, which is no worse than the workers in state-owned enterprises.

Farmers are the most meticulous in their search for such good things, and such good things are nothing less than a shortcut for mud-legged farmers in remote mountainous areas to see the world and make comfortable money. It's so exciting, no girl in a family is made of mud, the Zhang family is honest and kind, and working for them is much better than digging in the fields every day!

During that period, Zhang Haijun's family suffered a lot.

In the countryside, everyone is related, so things like interviews and selection of the best are simply impossible. The neighbors' sisters-in-law came to the door and said, "My daughter wants to go to the city to work for Yunfeng's fish meal shop. Haijun, please arrange some for your niece..." They didn't even give me a chance to refuse, so there was no way to talk. Zhang Haijun was really worried. He felt that no matter who he chose, he would offend people.

There were also some worldly-wise uncles and aunts who didn't even look for Zhang Haijun, the boss, but took their daughters directly to the city to find Zhang Ma and Zhang Yunfeng, and brought all kinds of fresh seasonal fruits to the Zhang family, as well as local loaches, local chickens, ducks and mountain game raised by themselves. Some of them were willing to spend a lot of money and sent more than ten or twenty kilograms of camellia oil and locally brewed bayberry wine.

In the end, Zhang's mother was caught in a dilemma because they were all relatives and she would feel bad if she refused anyone.

Zhang Yunqi was quite happy.

Anyway, he felt better. Recently, he had his favorite fried loach with sour pepper and tea oil every day.

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Friday morning is the school's opening ceremony.

Zhang Yunqi got up early in the morning. The weather in early autumn was particularly good, neither too cold nor too hot. He ran to the football field of the No. 1 Middle School in his shorts and strolled around. Halfway through his stroll, he met Chu Jian who was passing by on his way to school. Or rather, Chu Jian, who was sitting on the lawn with his schoolbag on his back, watching him.

In the past, Zhang Yunqi would come to the school football field at around five o'clock every day to run and exercise, and Chu Jian would often appear on the road leading to the teaching building next to the football field at half past five. At first, the two of them just greeted each other, and then one day, Chu Jian stood on the football field and watched Zhang Yunqi running for a while, and then sat on the lawn to read a book. The two didn't talk much, and did their own things silently. Until it was close to half past six, the sky got brighter and more people came, Chu Jian would stand up, wave with a smile, greet Zhang Yunqi, and then go to the classroom.

Today, Chu Jian was not reading. She sat on the green lawn with her hands on her knees, her eyes following the figure of the young man running in the morning light, a little dazed.

The air is fresh in the early autumn morning, and the faint light in the sky has become thick, sprinkling on the girl's slender and soft body, her white and transparent little face, and her clean and bright eyes. Occasionally, a breeze blows, rolling up the green grass leaves, rushing up to the sky and slowly falling, beautiful like a painting by Makoto Shinkai.

Zhang Yunqi turned and ran to her, smiling and asked, "Why aren't you reading?"

Chu Jian looked up and saw that Zhang Yunqi's face was covered with fine sweat. He reached out and pulled his arm to his side, took out a tissue and wiped his sweat, saying, "I don't really want to see it."

Zhang Yunqi sat down next to Chu Jian, and a faint smell of grass rushed into his nose. He said, "It's rare to hear you say that. Are you nervous about the speech you're about to give?"

Chu smiled and said, "Maybe." Zhang Yunqi asked again, "Have you prepared the speech?"

Chu Jian shook his head: "I haven't written it yet. I don't know what to say."

Zhang Yunqi said: "Then just say whatever you want to say, keep it simple."

"Just say whatever you want to say." Chu Jian tilted his head to look at Zhang Yunqi. Their shoulders were slightly leaning against each other and their faces were so close that they could even smell each other's breath. When Chu Jian saw the unshaved stubble on Zhang Yunqi's chin, his heart clenched a little.

Zhang Yunqi said: "Yes, why not?"

Chu Jian nodded blankly.

Zhang Yunqi said: "It's getting late, let's go to the classroom."

When we first met, I pursed my lips and said yes.

Zhang Yunqi patted his butt and stood up. He had just taken two steps when Chu Jian behind him whispered, "Yunqi."

Zhang Yunqi turned his head and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Chu Jian opened his mouth and finally said, "It's nothing."

Zhang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, then walked to Chu Jian, stretched out his hand to push a strand of her bangs behind her ear, and said with a smile: "I don't know what I should say, but girl, you know what? You have to be happy, otherwise my world will lose a color."

When I first saw her, her little face blushed, she pursed her lips and smiled a little, she looked so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

The two people returned to the classroom. There were not many people there at that time, so they each went back to their seats to read.

After morning reading, we gathered at the football field at 8:30.

Zhang Yunqi, Wang Xiaokai, Tian Zhuangzhuang and Yang Weige came to their class's team arm in arm and chose to sit at the back of the crowd.

Zhang Yunqi subconsciously looked among the team but did not see Chu Jian.

Around nine o'clock, a row of middle-aged men with big bellies came on stage one by one, followed by a row of students, all of whom were outstanding student representatives of the grade. When I first saw her among them, she was wearing a sky blue school uniform, and her slender and soft body looked particularly tall and well-proportioned. The autumn sunshine was very warm, shining obliquely on her little face through the branches of the old locust tree next to the rostrum, bright and poetic.

Zhang Yunqi also saw his older sister Chunlan.

Although Chunlan didn't tell him about this, he wasn't surprised.

My sister is the top scorer in the city's middle school entrance exam this year, and the absolute star of the first grade of the city's No. 1 Middle School. She is indispensable for such occasions.

But he didn't know why, when he saw his older sister Chunlan standing in such a high-profile occasion, her little face was still a little childish, but she had grown up, becoming more and more beautiful and more and more confident. Zhang Yunqi couldn't help but think of the past. The yellow-haired girl who started to stagger behind him at the age of four and ran to the mountains to collect firewood; the poor child who always wore tattered clothes and always ate the leftovers of her brothers and sisters, but always rushed to do housework, herd cattle, pull grass for pigs, plant seedlings, and pick tobacco leaves; the sister who used the five and a half yuan she earned from studying and picking up garbage in the town to celebrate her sixteenth birthday next to the tobacco curing room.

An indescribable feeling overflowed from Zhang Yunqi's chest, a feeling of happiness and pride.

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PS. Thanks to the three leaders of the big book friend [Qian Kun Zheng Qi] for the reward. Thank you! And the friends who gave me rewards and subscriptions before, thank you, there are too many people, I won’t mention their names, I will remember everyone who helped me, I will try my best to update the reward!

I'm sorry for the lack of updates recently, and I'm sorry to everyone, but I've never thought of quitting, not even a thought like that. My job is unstable, and I have to work overtime every weekend for a few months, but there's nothing I can do about it. This is the only way I can support my family. If I keep writing full-time, I'll end up dead. But as long as I have time, I'll work hard to update.

(End of this chapter)