The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 469 Setting 44 Waiting for Langmei's Little Husband (2)

She waited and waited, waiting for A Jing to say that she was going to Nanyang.

Maybe it was because she was too silent recently, or maybe she was not as quick at work as before. Amu criticized her, saying that she should not spend her mind thinking about Ajing every day, and that she should also go to the school in the village to learn to read.

she?She is a girl, but can she go to school?She even wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

Eminem's rough palm fell on her head, and she realized that she was not dreaming.

"Amu, can I really go to school? Are you really willing to let me go?"

The middle-aged woman, whose face had traces of time, sighed and held her hand, saying: "Lan Xi, what you have sacrificed for this family is seen in my eyes and will be remembered in my heart. A Jing's too. So, We all want you to be happy."

happy.Why is she unhappy?Every time she passed the school while working, she would secretly look at it for a while. She kept all the textbooks written by A Jing in large characters and well organized.She has always hidden her dream of studying and literacy, and no one dared to tell her.However, what is even more unrealistic than a dream is that Amu and Ajing really want her to go to school.

"But, who will do the work at home?" She began to worry about other issues.

"I'm a living person. Don't underestimate me." Yuan's mother hugged her, brushed her cheeks like sandpaper, and said with red eyes, "Good boy, you won't be like me , your luck lies ahead."

The next day, she sat in the classroom and still couldn't wake up.Until she saw her good friend Cuicui.

Cuicui was carrying a red backpack, her face was cheerful and not unhappy at all, and she was sitting on the desk next to her.

"Cui Cui, you..." She couldn't bear to ask.

But Cuicui waved her hand as if it was nothing, and said happily: "I have to thank you."

"Thank me? Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for your little husband. Without him, I guess I would be a widow."

"what?"

"You don't know, your little husband A Jing returned to our village to be a teacher. He said that anyone in the village, men, women, old and young can come to the school as long as they are willing to read and write. He teaches everyone voluntarily. My previous marriage. My father said, I will stay in the village as a female teacher after I study hard and acquire knowledge, and he will be proud of me if I don’t marry for the rest of my life!"

"Ah. No wonder." She really didn't know what Cuicui said.I guess Eminem doesn't know either, otherwise he wouldn't tell her.

"I guess your little husband wants to give you a surprise." Cuicui pushed her shoulder, and there was a cough outside the door. She quickly sat up straight, for fear of neglecting the new teacher.

Sunlight poured into the room through the broken wall, shining brilliantly throughout the room.In the season when the warblers are flying and the grass is growing, the shoulders of the robed boy who walks in are also covered with the new sun, which is even more dazzling than the densely blooming Yanshanhong outside the window.

"Ajing." She called him unconsciously.

There was scattered laughter behind him, but was silenced by the finger of the raised pointer.

"Everyone knows that I am Lanxi's husband. From now on, while respecting me, you must also respect Lanxi, otherwise I will be unhappy." The young man smiled, not hiding his favoritism towards her.The stone in her heart rolled to the side heavily, and she also laughed along with him.A dream is a dream, and people say it's the other way around. How could she have believed it so foolishly before?

Maybe Wang Xiucai really knows how to count, instead of talking in the vernacular.

At the age of 16, A Jing returned to the village to work as a teacher and married her. When the two got married, the government launched a literacy campaign, and A Jing was established as a cultural model from all over the country. It was not long before he was mentioned as a teacher in the county.

At the age of 25, Ah Jing became the most famous and capable teacher in several nearby counties, and was quickly promoted to work in the county education bureau.

Because the new school system plan he proposed was adopted, Ajing became the youngest director of the education bureau in the county at the age of 30, with full authority to plan and coordinate rural education work.

As for her, she has always been by his side as his virtuous wife, watching his rise to success like a shadow.

Just 30 years later, half of her hair is gray.She and Ajing deliberately went back to their childhood home, and sat together under the old pagoda tree to reminisce about the past.

She told him about the dream she had before like a joke. He held her in his arms with a smile and teased her: "I have remembered a dream for so many years. Then how can I be sorry for you in this life? Why don't you?" It’s not something you want to remember for the next life.”

She was no longer young and bent her lips, "Yuan Jin, you have never done anything wrong to me in your life."

If he hadn't taught her how to read and write, she would never have known that his name was "Yuan Jin" instead of "Yuan Jing", nor would she have known that girls could earn money by working on their own in addition to marrying and doing farm work, nor would she have known that Women can also be stronger than men. She will not know that the world is very big, not only as big as Jinyang Village, but that individuals are as small as dust.

Her world was what he taught her to see.

Her life was changed by him with her.

Her life is all about him.

"If I hadn't met you, my life would be meaningless." She turned her head to look at him, her eyes were pure, gentle and inclusive, just like the ignorant girl at the age of 21.

"Me too." The man who also had white hair placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hair.

The sun was lazily basking, the wind made the leaves of the locust trees rustle, and the breeze was full of the fragrance of green grass.Not far away, the bell rang for the end of get out of class in the bright and spacious school, and children in different classes wearing uniforms of the same style rushed to the playground. Young male and female teachers were surrounded by them, clamoring for them to teach them how to fly paper kites.

"It was you who changed Jinyang Village." Lan Xi sighed softly.

The man reached out and picked off the locust tree leaves that were stuck to her hair collar, and smiled gently, "But I changed because of you."

"I change you, you change the world." Lan Xi quietly kissed him on the cheek while there was no one around.Years seemed to favor him especially, obviously he also had gray hair, but his face was still as beautiful and youthful as before.She was so old by comparison.

"It is tenderness that changes the world." Yuan Jin picked up the locust tree branch that fell on the ground and placed it in her hand with great treasure. "We must cherish the tenderness we encounter in this life."

"Yes." She leaned back against his chest, which had become extremely broad and strong, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She may not be young enough, smart enough, or courageous enough, but she is lucky enough to meet the love myth of her life, understand her tenderness, and give her tenderness at the same time.

(End of this chapter)