Different dimension traversal system

Chapter 47
"Come on, I guess you are seven or eight years behind her"

"It doesn't matter, age is not a problem." He immediately pretended to be serious again, "The problem now is, how can I catch her?"

"What are you two mumbling about? Why don't you come over quickly to change the dressing? There are still many patients waiting." said the beautiful female nurse angrily.

"Even when she's angry, she's so loving~" Yang Lianshun rushed over without stopping.

This nympho!

Oh my god——!Why am I surrounded by these guys who are looking down on their friends? Li Yunjie immediately slapped his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Fatty Wang must have been transferred to a better hospital for treatment. He was doing brain supplements as a matter of course.

In fact, Li Yunjie's brain supplement is infinitely close to reality.

This guy Yang Lianshun has probably forgotten about himself. Damn it, he has a woman but no friends!

It wasn't that Li Yunjie didn't show loyalty. Looking at Yang Lianshun's expression, he walked out of the hospital by himself rubbing the floor. Gentle Township was his final destination.

Damn, if you see me alone, come show your love, right?

Although he was thinking so in his mind, his heart was wishing the other party—getting the little nurse in his hands as soon as possible.

When the time comes to see a doctor, you can reduce the cheating medical expenses.

When I got home, it was already very, very dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The bugs in the grass, the grasshoppers in the bushes, and the frogs in the fields also sang the evening symphony with great enthusiasm.

The hot autumn wind will only start to cool down at night, and most people in the village will go out for a walk after dinner.

Or meet a few friends at home, fry a few plates of peanuts, fill a few pots of wine brewed from brown rice, and talk and laugh happily while smoking and playing cards.

The life of rural people is hard but not hard, and it is hard to say that it is not hard.

Most of the people staying in the village are old people and children, and of course there are many underage or studying children.

Many young and middle-aged people have to go to the city to work, maybe once a few months, maybe once a year, maybe only send money back.
It is no longer possible to support themselves by digging fields and making piles. Only the big cities where industry and commerce are developed can allow themselves and their families to live a better life. This is the inner thinking of many rural youths.

Li Yunjie has stayed at his grandparents' house since he was a child. Whenever he asked where his parents were, his grandparents would fall silent, as if this was a hilarious topic.

When Li Yunjie grew up, he already understood some things, so he no longer longed for fatherly love and motherly love so much.

He thought to himself: Maybe his parents are dead.

Li Yunjie's grandfather was a carpenter and sat in the hall every day. Even though he was old, his hands and feet were still nimble, but his eyes were gradually getting blurry.

The saw teeth are sawing the wood every day, and the scraping knife is getting thinner and thinner. Tables and chairs are stacked in the house-in the words of grandpa, these are all money.

In the past, people would come to buy these wooden furniture every mid-month.

But people will always grow old and their eyes will become blurry.

Due to some small flaws, these chairs and stools could not meet the requirements of the purchaser, so they had to be left unused inside and outside the house every day. The dust on them was estimated to be a few centimeters thick, and the deeper they went, the deeper they became.

Not far from the tile-roofed house, a small chicken coop was surrounded by a bamboo fence.

At this moment, the roosters and hens squatting on the muddy ground let out a loud cry.

At this moment, the wooden door also made a sound of branches, and the bearing under the door turned.

"Come back?" His grandfather raised his head, his old eyes a little haggard, but still bright and bright.

"Yeah", Li Yunjie simply responded.

"The food is hot on the stove, hurry up and eat it," his grandfather smiled kindly, then lowered his head and continued to join the grooves between the wood.

This kind of words is repeated every day, but it does not make people feel bored at all, but makes people feel warm physically and mentally.

"Has grandma eaten?" Before walking into the kitchen, Li Yunjie stopped and turned around to ask.

"Your grandma still hasn't eaten anything today." Grandpa said with a trace of helplessness towards life, "Go and eat first, the food won't taste good when it's cold."

"Hmm," he walked into the smoke-blackened kitchen.

A black chimney several meters high grows upward along the base of the wall, and dry firewood and pine needles and fine leaves used for ignition are piled in the corner.

White steam rose from the edge of the lid of the cauldron.

Opening the white pot lid, the food inside was obviously eaten last night.

There is no way, leftovers can be said to be commonplace in rural areas.

If there are no chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs at home, these leftovers are usually put in a pot and stewed again, and a new meal will not be made until they are finished or there are not many left.

It's leftovers again, Li Yunjie was somewhat disappointed in his heart, but he couldn't express these disappointments out of his mouth.

His grandmother had been lying in bed a month ago, and the family lost a labor force. In addition, Li Yunjie had to go to school, which made the already impoverished family even more miserable.

After dinner, the night was already deep, and a few jewels were inlaid in the red sky.

Most of the people in the village were asleep, but the city not far away was still brightly lit, and the red sky seemed to be dyed red by the lights of the city.

Glancing at the dark room, he saw that grandpa had already fallen asleep.

Li Yunjie got off the bed carefully, picked up a chair and a homework book he had prepared, and sneaked outside the door. Gouging walls to steal light was a common occurrence in ancient times.

Today in the 21st century, although it is said that there is no need to dig walls, and the light will naturally shine through the transparent window glass, in the final analysis, it is still stealing light.

During the day, Li Yunjie had actually promised to write a love letter for Wang Haisheng. Maybe Wang Haisheng, who was living in the hospital, wouldn't care whether he wrote it or not, but he would definitely write it if he promised.

In the poorer mountain villages, maybe the chair is the desk, maybe the desk is the chair, or maybe you can only write on the ground with a branch.

After setting up the knee-high chair, Li Yunjie sat directly on the ground.

It is ridiculous to say that the written words can still be seen clearly under the light that is not too bright, even the pen in his hand was bought with Wang Haisheng's money.

How should I write it? Li Yunjie supported his chin with one hand while shaking the pen with the other.

He pursed his lips and looked up at the sky.

(End of this chapter)