Chapter 47 Fang Nan, South
"You just said." Zhong Qiao said with difficulty, his face pale, "What's your name?"
Although he said this, when he saw the girl's childish face again, he realized that she was the same woman as in his memory.
Zhong Qiao was speechless.
As far as she could remember, she had only met Nan Fang twice.
The first time, she dragged her exhausted body to the university to ask Xu Shaojun for a divorce, clutching the divorce agreement with her signature, but saw the girl and Xu Shaojun kissing passionately at the corner of the school rooftop.
Zhong Qiao couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but at that time, Xu Shaojun had already broken up with her, and she knew very well what kind of person Xu Shaojun was.
A thirty-year-old man with profound knowledge and wide range of interests.
He did not try to impress young girls in an adult way. On the contrary, he was smart and understood the rebelliousness of young girls.
When they meet someone younger than them, they will spend money on them in a short period of time and pretend to be submissive.
In front of others, he is a refined and gentlemanly university professor, as if nothing can distract him. However, such a person will deliberately create ambiguity when interacting with girls.
He would not have any physical contact with them, but would show proper care for them, giving them an illusion.
After making these naive girls confused, he would reveal some of the innocence and clumsiness of a teenager. When the feelings were deep, he would even make up a miserable childhood experience.
——A father in prison, an ignorant mother, a useless brother, and his sister who has been dependent on him since childhood.
From a grassroots who struggled out of the mud, he became a shining university professor. Such an outstanding and noble person, lying on their knees, showed a bit of vulnerability.
Those kind and beautiful girls mistakenly thought that they were Xu Shaojun's "salvation", so they rushed to save him like moths to a flame.
Little did they know that what the naive girls thought of as "special" was just a copy-and-paste trick by Xu Shaojun.
Zhong Qiao did not blame the girl.
She had a 75% chance of guessing that she had been deceived just like she was before.
The remaining 25% probability made Zhong Qiao lack the courage to confront her face to face, and he chose to flee.
The second time was on a rainy night.
The moment Zhong Qiao opened the door, the girl was soaked like a miserable puppy that couldn't find its home. Her eyes were red and filled with tears, and tears as big as beans fell down.
Her voice was trembling.
"sorry."
"I destroyed your family. I am guilty."
She knelt down, tears streaming down her face from the intense guilt and pain.
"How sad you must be while I'm with your husband while you're raising the kids."
"sorry."
The last time.
It is said that Nanfang's only biological sister died.
Nan Fang went abroad alone. On the first day of spring, at the junction of the sun and the moon, she wrote a letter to Zhong Qiao.
There was a dried dandelion stuck in the letter, with only a few short sentences.
Hello, letter.
Zhong Qiao.
I have embraced spring all over again.
I hope you do too.
After that, they never met again.
Looking at the childish face in front of him, Zhong Qiao felt a little distressed.
Nanfang had told her.
She is from Shandong. Because her parents divorced and her mother remarried, she and her sister were raised by their father.
My younger sister met the wrong person in college. Because they couldn't agree on the bride price and the issue of not marrying out of the family, the man's family deliberately retaliated against her, causing her to become paralyzed.
Although the scumbag's family paid a heavy price in the end, it also dealt a heavy blow to their family.
My sister lay in bed every day, suffering from severe depression and attempting suicide. My father was overwhelmed and died from overwork.
In order to keep his sister alive, Nan Fang chose to become Xu Shaojun's lover for money.
It was hard for Zhong Qiao to associate the lively and cheerful girl in front of him with the quiet and silent South in his previous life.
"The South."
Fang Nan broke her last bit of fantasy, grinning and laughing happily.
"The master said my character 'Nan' is not a good name, as wood attracts fire and is likely to attract bad people. So they gave me the name 'Nanfang', which means the name of a place. The south is very humid, so it will help to calm my fortune."
"Is that so?" Zhong Qiao fell into deep thought.
Fang Nan hurriedly picked up the pages of paper that were blown to the ground by the wind.
"Big Qiao, please help me pick it up."
Big and small Qiao.
Zhong Qiao was stunned. Did he give her a new nickname?
A few yellowed paper pages were blown to Zhong Qiao's feet by the wind. Seeing that Old Man Fang and Fang Nan were picking them up, she obediently followed suit and picked them up one by one.
"Here." Zhong Qiao handed over the paper.
"Big Qiao, you are so good."
Fang Nan stared at her for a while, but couldn't resist the temptation. He reached out and rubbed Zhong Qiao's face with a gleam in his eyes.
"Oh, it would be great if you could get a factory quota. Then we could go to school together. You're much more interesting than that jerk Qian Cheng."
Zhong Qiao slapped her hand away: "I already have a baby, don't rub my face like that."
"You look younger than me, and you're holding a baby?!" Fang Nan was stunned. This exclamation also made Old Man Fang look at Zhong Qiao.
"Keep your voice down." Zhong Qiao felt a headache from the noise and stepped forward to cover her mouth.
Why.
Accustomed to the quiet and gentleness of the south, she really couldn't stand the sudden appearance of Fang Nan, who had a lively personality.
Fang Nan widened his eyes and nodded randomly, signaling Zhong Qiao's hand with his eyes, and Zhong Qiao finally let go of his hand.
"You're really working hard." Fang Nan breathed a sigh of relief. "Some of the sisters around me stopped going to school and working after getting married and having children. They devoted all their attention to their children. I didn't expect you to still want to study."
"Learning never ends." Zhong Qiao said in a light tone, but in fact he was just perfunctorily answering her.
Zhong Qiao was still thinking.
Everything happened so suddenly.
It was as if she had reached a dividing line that could change her fate. As someone in the situation, she had already anticipated the future of the person in front of her.
Reason told her that she shouldn't care.
But, facing a living person.
A lively and cheerful southerner with a beautiful smile.
Zhong Qiao was always extremely conflicted.
However, Fang Nan believed these words that were just perfunctory to her, and even the taciturn old man Fang nodded in agreement.
"That's right." A faint smile appeared on Old Man Fang's wrinkled face. "It's a good thing to never give up on yourself."
Zhong Qiao was puzzled.
This statement is too far-fetched, and seems to have some profound meaning.
Old Man Fang did not give her the chance to continue thinking. He took out a few books from under a green plant shelf in the inner room and handed them to Zhong Qiao.
"Take these books and read them." Concise and to the point.
Zhong Qiao was stunned, not knowing whether to answer it.
"Hurry up and answer it, Xiao Qiao and Da Qiao." Fang Nan seemed very excited and happy for her. He took it for Zhong Qiao and said, "Old man Fang never talks to anyone. He's telling you all this and finding books for you. He's really helping you."
Zhong Qiao knew that she had mentioned before that this old man was a retired university teacher. College students were already rare in this era, let alone university teachers.
Zhong Qiao was half-believing and half-doubting, so she picked up one at random, flipped through a few pages, and unexpectedly found that these books were very suitable for her at the moment.
Although they are not basic questions, the principles of some questions are briefly mentioned, and the explanation standard is also based on the university teaching level. The questions are tricky, and you can apply them to other situations.
The owner of the book also has beautiful handwriting. He must have practiced calligraphy, as his strokes are powerful.
Each one is marked with key points.
Only then did Zhong Qiao believe that the old man Fang, who had a strange temper and was taciturn, really wanted to help her.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Old Man Fang smiled faintly: "Don't be too happy too soon. These books have owners. I can only lend them to you. If you want to take them home, how about this? I'll give you a mailbox address, and then you can talk to the owner of the books."
Zhong Qiao hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Since Old Man Fang gave it to her voluntarily, he must not be deceiving her. The owner of this book should be easy to talk to.
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