When Su Qingluan arrived at the place where the notice was posted at the head of the village, he immediately knew why the notice he posted was damaged.
The first is the position where she posted the notice. Although it is within the height range - after all, Su Qingluan is only thirteen or fourteen years old and is not particularly tall - it is as high as possible. However, because the middle position is occupied by other notices, Su Qingluan could only move his side aside.
The paste placed next to it can be taken at any time, but the sticking ability of this thing is closely related to the thick state of the paste at the time and Su Qingluan's own paste painting skills. Su Qingluan had never used paste before. Confused, so I casually got involved.
As a result, the amount of glue on one side was too little, and she only applied a little glue on each of the four corners. So when the wind blew, half of the notice fell down.
Although there are eaves on this notice booth to ensure that most of the notices are protected from wind and rain, half of them are hanging outside and fluttering in all directions when the wind blows. However, half of the signs were wet by the rain. When the wind pulled it, the damp rice paper could not withstand the force of the pull, and part of the content of the job notice was lost.
Su Qingluan: ...This situation was something she had never thought of.
The old notice was completely unusable. It was hanging down in mid-air and taking up space, and it was unsightly. Su Qingluan simply tore it off and threw it away.
Looking down at the newly written piece, Su Qingluan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, no matter what she wrote on the blank rice paper, she followed the habit of framing it in her previous life and left a space around it. She must do it this time. Just apply paste all around.
After applying the paste, Su Qingluan looked at the handwriting on the notice below which was damaged by the rain and was blurred by the rain, and decided to work hard this time and try to post it higher.
However, the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, Su Qingluan's height is limited, no matter how hard he stands on tiptoes, he still has little effect on improving the position of the notice.
Just when she felt like she had transformed into a giant gecko, climbing hard in front of the notice board, a somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind her: "...Da Ya? What are you doing?"
Su Qingluan struggled to twist her neck back, and vaguely saw Tian Xing'er and a few others from the corner of her eye.
"I want to post this notice higher, but it's not tall enough..." Su Qingluan had some difficulty speaking due to the movements of twisting her neck and standing on tiptoes.
Probably because it was too shameful to see Su Qingluan maintaining such a weird talking posture, Myolie Tian quickly walked a few steps to her side and said impatiently: "Give it to me!"
Although Que'er is the oldest among the girls, Tian Xinger, although two years younger, is almost as tall as Que'er, so she is half a head taller than Su Qingluan.
Tian Xing'er took the notice from Su Qingluan's hand, and effortlessly posted the paper a lot higher than Su Qingluan's previous position.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly thanked him.
Tian Xing'er waved her hand: "Hey, thank you for what?" Then she turned around and looked at the notice, "Who wrote this word?"
Su Qingluan pointed at herself. Liu'er, who was standing behind, immediately rushed over after hearing the words and said in surprise: "Da Ya, you can write! You are really amazing!"
Tian Xing'er was also very envious: "I asked my parents to ask a lady to teach me how to read, but my parents said it was useless for me to recognize so many characters..."
Su Qingluan patted her shoulders comfortingly, moved her arms that were a little sore from being held high just now, but sighed in her heart: Sure enough, it is not an isolated phenomenon to believe that "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue", I am afraid that her knowledge Girls with hyphenated characters are probably the "others" in this world.
When she turned around, Su Qingluan saw clearly: Although Tian Xing'er and her friends were still together today, there was one missing person.
"Where's Que'er?" Su Qingluan asked curiously.
As soon as she asked this question, the air around her seemed a little low, and everyone became quiet.
...Did she say the wrong thing? Su Qingluan was a little uneasy: Do you want to change the topic?
When thinking this way, it was Tian Xing'er who spoke.
Her voice was a little low: "Sister Que'er's previous marriage to the Chen family has finally been decided - from today on, she will start sewing her wedding dress, and she will choose a date to get married after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Su Qingluan was surprised: "In such a hurry? Even if it is...it's not in a hurry, right?" She endured it, but did not say the words "sell her daughter for money".
These words were too harsh and harsh even for the girls in front of me.
But when she thought of such a gentle and lovely Que'er in her prime, marrying an old man who was more than enough to be her father, Su Qingluan felt as if a stone was falling in her heart, and she was so dull that she couldn't speak.
Tian Xing'er sighed: "I heard that from the Chen family, the man is not feeling well and wants Sister Que'er to get married as soon as possible... He said he wants to be happy."
Congratulations to his grandma!
Su Qingluan cursed secretly in her heart, but she understood that no matter what she thought in her heart, she could not say a word of this.
Otherwise, if something happens to the Chen family, and Su Qingluan is Que'er's friend, then any unpleasant words will be directed at Que'er.
"Although Sister Que'er can't come out, we can go see her," Liu'er came over, "We are going to Sister Que'er's house now, Daya, are you going?"
Su Qingluan asked where Que'er's family lived. It turned out that it was in the same direction as his home, and his home was even closer than a cup of tea!
Thinking that she could just go home and talk to her parents about going out, Su Qingluan nodded: "I'll go too!"
Along the way, perhaps because they knew that their good friends were about to enter a marriage that was destined to be unhappy, everyone felt a little depressed, and they were much quieter than before.
Su Qingluan wanted to find a topic to divert the attention of the few girls, so she asked: "I noticed that when I looked at the notice board before, many of them had the same handwriting. Is there someone in the village who is responsible for writing notices? ?”
As soon as Su Qingluan asked this question, the attention of several girls was attracted and they looked at her.
Tian Xing'er looked at her with a very strange look and asked, "You don't know?"
"What?" Su Qingluan didn't know why.
"Don't you know whose handwriting is the most beautiful?"
Su Qingluan shook her head: She should know?
Tian Xing'er looked at Su Qingluan's unconcerned look and sighed: "I finally understand now that you really didn't prevaricate and fool us at the beginning..."
Su Qingluan:......
This is all a mess... How can we not do charades?
