: Two hundred and eighty-three, roared 1 voice

Ning Province, Zhongwei, Shangtan Village

Forty or so goats, led by the head goats, followed the direction of the Yellow River, foraging from west to east. When they saw withered yellow hay, they gnawed twice. Is the living person a fool who forgot to break off the corn cobs.

If you forget, you can have a good meal today.

The head sheep is majestic and alert. After taking two steps forward, he stands on a high place and looks back to see if his companions can keep up with him.

In the evening, a child who came home from school was always mischievous. He picked up a dead branch from the roadside and wanted to attack the lamb behind the flock. "咩咩" sound.

Every time, the little lamb screamed very well, as if he was bullied by a senior student, and then cried and went to the teacher to complain.

But today was different, the naughty kid was thrown into the ditch by the side of the road by an angry goat before the dead branch poked into the little lamb's belly.

"Woo woo woo..."

The child cried loudly, not to mention the pain in the buttocks, and the cotton pants, which were already quite worn out, had two big holes hanging from the branches on the ground.

At this time, three girls suddenly emerged from the nearby haystack, two of them were holding books in their hands, while the other was sleepy-eyed.

"Who is crying? Who is crying?"

"I..., Sister Hu Jing, I was laid down by the sheep you herded." Seeing Hu Jing who had just woken up, the naughty child couldn't help but ran over to complain.

But who knows, Hu Jing raised her eyebrows.

"Should…!

It's you brat who bullied our lamb yesterday. "

"Wow..."

This time, the little guy cried even louder.

The tall and slender Zeng Li stuffed the Chinese-English dictionary in her bosom, then took out two lollipops from the worn down jacket and handed them over.

"Here, here are the last two, I'll give you something to eat, go home and find your mother to sew clothes."

"Well..., thank you, Aunt Zengli!"

The child was very polite, covering his buttocks with one hand to prevent the cotton from coming out of the worn cotton trousers, and took two lollipops with the other hand, turned around and fled like flying.

But at this time, Hu Jing, who was belatedly aware of it, realized something was wrong.

"Baby bear, don't run away, tell me, why do you call Zeng Li Auntie, but you call me sister, do I have to be a generation shorter than her?"

"Ha ha…"

Seeing the panic-stricken appearance of the best friend, Yuan Quan and Zeng Li laughed at the same time.

"Little Hu Jing, do you still want to call us Auntie when you see us?"

"roll!"

Facing Zeng Li and Yuan Quan, Hu Jing rolled her eyes angrily.

The happy time is always short, and as the last rays of the setting sun disappear by the mountain, it is time for the trio of beauties who experience life as shepherds in Shangtan Village to call it a day and go home.

However, with the help of two yellow dogs, Zeng Li, Hu Jing, and Yuan Quan organized the flock of sheep. Just as they were about to go home, another tall figure came running from the direction of Shangtan Village.

"Hu Jing, Hu Jing..."

"What are you shouting for, aren't we here?"

Seeing that it was Liu Ye, Hu Jing, who was not in a very beautiful mood, naturally wouldn't give him a good face. This guy didn't know what was wrong with him. He wrote a love letter to himself for a month in Shangtan Village...

Oh my god, those nasty words make people blush just thinking about it, but I don't know who he learned the trick of writing love letters from.

"hey-hey…"

Running over, Liu Ye, who was wearing a green army coat, scratched his head with his hands, and said with a smile:

"I thought you were going downstream to herd sheep. I didn't expect that it was at the entrance of the village. Let's go back quickly. Teacher Chang and Zhang Ziyi, the class teacher, are here."

"What?"

Hu Jing opened her eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

"Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chang, and Zhang Ziyi are here. They came by plane. They are chatting with Mr. Li Baotian at Mashoe's house right now..."

Before Liu Ye finished speaking, Hu Jing ran towards the village, shouting as she ran:

"Damei, Lao Yuan, Teacher Chang is here, I'll go ahead, you two just help me drive the sheep back."

Hu Jing, Teacher Chang's padded jacket, ran away first.

The heavy responsibility naturally fell on the shoulders of Zeng Li and Yuan Quan, fortunately there was Liu Ye.

"Yezi..."

"Um?"

"I heard that you recently wrote a love letter to Hu Jing one day?" Yuan Quan put down the script in his hand and chatted about gossip.

"Hey... that's what happened."

In front of Hu Jing's two girlfriends, Liu Ye would not hide it.

"Who gave you the trick, so bad?

In this small village with inconvenient communication with the outside world, everyone only watches TV and reads books. They are very bored. If you chase after each other with love letters every day, even if Hu Jing is a stone, I am afraid that you can melt her down. " Zeng Li was curious.

"hey-hey…"

Liu Ye scratched his head again.

"Damei, I didn't want to say it at first, but if you ask, I'll tell you two quietly.

It was your husband Sun Hao who gave me the idea. Originally, my mother thought that the conditions in Northwest China were difficult and would not allow me to come and experience life, but Sun Haoyi told me..."

Before the wordy Liu Ye finished speaking, Yuan Quan couldn't stand up straight with joy.

"Zeng Damei, how are you?

Let me just say, only your husband can come up with such a bad idea. "

Walking behind the flock, Zeng Li's teeth itched in anger. This guy, let's see how I deal with him when I go back. I haven't figured out my feelings yet, so I help others to be a Yuelao.

...

As night falls, the lights come on

It was the first time that the adobe house of Masui’s house in Shangtan Village was so lively. There were two tables on the adobe kang and three tables under the adobe kang. On top of each table was an extra-large aluminum basin filled with lamb...

Mouthwatering and fragrant!

Professor Chang Li, who was sitting on the kang, looked at Li Baotian next to him~www.mtlnovel.com~ and at the students in the room, and then raised his wine glass.

"Hey, let me say a few words first, and after that, everyone can eat freely."

"good!"

Driven by Liu Ye, Qin Hao, Dang Hao, Chen Minghao and others, everyone applauded warmly.

"Papa papa..."

The applause gradually subsided, and Teacher Chang Li said:

"One, the graduation play of our class has officially changed from the drama "The Marriage of Figaro" to the TV series "Mountain and Sea Love", and all the students in the class have performed in this TV series.

Second, although the filming of "Mountain and Sea Love" has not yet started, it has already been scheduled. If there is no accident, the CCTV comprehensive channel will start broadcasting this TV series on July 1st next year. "

"hiss…"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes are wide open, what does this mean?

It shows that this is a tribute drama for the founding of the party. As long as the shooting standard is above average, the ratings will be absolutely stable. As for Sun Hao's screenwriting and director skills, the market has already given the answer.

In other words, the undergraduate class of the 1996 Acting Department of Chinese Opera is going to be popular!

"Oh, I forgot, let me tell you another good news. The movie "Train to Busan" that everyone starred in became popular, even more popular than "Kun Chi Yan". On the day it was released on November 1, the global box office exceeded 34 million US dollars ..."

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Perhaps someone was too excited. As soon as Teacher Chang Li's words reached this point, someone in the adobe room yelled.

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