Chapter 53: The Pen Pal with the Surname Crane
Fang Nan stood in the corridor, and Zhong Qiao continued to talk to her, but she just nodded and shook her head stupidly.
Absent-minded.
Zhong Qiao knew that Fang Nan needed time to digest the situation, so he patted her shoulder meaningfully and left with Zhong's father.
On the way, thinking that it was a rare opportunity to go out, Zhong Qiao went back to the small shop and packed two servings of braised pork chop noodles.
After lunch time, there are fewer people lining up and it is not so crowded.
The woman witnessed how Mr. Zhong jumped into the water to save people, and whispered to her husband in surprise.
After thinking it over, the two decided that it would be inappropriate to just give Zhong Qiao and the others a free meal, so they specially picked out four large ribs soaked in marinade and added double the amount of noodles.
"Comrade, please come to our house for dinner next time!" The speaker was the woman's husband, who was of medium height and average looks, but very kind.
"Definitely next time." Zhong Qiao answered politely, weighing two servings of braised pork rib noodles, but found them a bit heavy.
Maybe the noodles were soaked, but she didn't think about it too much.
Before leaving, the woman did not forget to praise Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father. The praise made Zhong's serious father blush and scratch his head awkwardly, wandering around.
Zhong Qiao was amused by this scene and didn't dare to embarrass Zhong's father anymore, so he took the noodles and left quickly.
When I got home, Zhong's mother had already prepared the meal and was standing in the yard at the door, looking around.
"Why haven't you come back yet?" Mother Zhong was so anxious that she paced back and forth. "It's almost dark."
Zhong Siqi lay sprawled on the bed, his back drooping with hunger.
"Mom, why don't we eat first? I'm starving." He wailed at the top of his voice, as if he was making his final wail.
"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat." Zhong's mother walked in. "Your father and sister haven't come back yet. I don't know if something happened to them, and you're still thinking about eating."
"Mom, they're not three-year-old kids anymore." Zhong Siqi swallowed, rolling his eyes in hunger. "I don't know if anything happened, I just know something's going to happen to me."
He is starving to death.
Just as Mrs. Zhong was about to speak, she heard some noisy noises coming from the courtyard.
"Mom——" It was Zhong Qiao's voice.
The sound flew into the house like a little sparrow.
Mother Zhong was overjoyed and went out to greet them.
Zhong Qiao was wearing that red scarf and holding a pile of books. Her body, head, and eyelashes were covered with snow, but her eyes were like black beads, very clear.
Mr. Zhong is parking the car.
"Why did you come back just now? And you wasted the money on buying new clothes?" Mother Zhong gently brushed the snow off Zhong Qiao's head and took the book from her hand.
"Cough cough." Father Zhong wrapped his new clothes around him and coughed a few times, hinting at something.
Just as Zhong Qiao was about to tell the truth, he immediately changed his words.
"I haven't been out for a long time. I bought some clothes for Dad and went out for a walk. That's why I'm late. It's my fault."
Mr. Zhong acted impulsively in saving the man, and he wasn't sure whether it would bring disaster to his family.
Mother Zhong is a worrier when it comes to Zhong Qiao and his daughter. It would be better not to tell her about this matter to avoid making her worry.
Zhong Qiao picked up the braised pork chop noodles hidden in his sleeve, shook it gently, and changed the subject with a smile.
"Mom, I also brought some braised pork rib noodles. You and Siqi can have some."
"Kid, just eat it yourself. Isn't it troublesome to bring it back?" Mother Zhong scolded with a smile on her face, and it was obvious that she was in a good mood.
"Braised pork ribs with noodles?" Zhong Siqi sat up in shock from his dying hunger, crawled to greet him, and hugged Zhong Qiao's thighs devoutly.
"Sister, if you don't come back, your dear brother will starve to death."
"Just listen to him," Zhong's mother exposed him. "At noon, he ate two big bowls of rice and even overturned the vegetable bowl."
Zhong Siqi's face turned red and white, and he stiffened his neck and retorted: "I'm still growing. I don't smoke or drink, so what's wrong with me eating a little?"
Zhong Qiao held back his smile and handed him the braised pork chop noodles.
"Okay, go eat." He touched his head.
Zhong Siqi shouted happily like an ancient eunuch holding an imperial edict, grabbed the braised pork chop noodles and rushed into the house.
Zhong Siqi ate happily.
Mother Zhong ate some braised pork chop noodles, and seeing that he liked it, she gave him a lot.
"Sister, this noodles is really generous," Zhong Siqi praised as she stuffed her mouth with food. "Four large ribs, and Mom didn't eat any, so I ate them all. I'm so stuffed!"
Zhong Qiao was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhong Siqi's bowl.
The amount of noodles was indeed more than one serving, at least twice as much as what she and Mr. Zhong had eaten during the day!
Thinking about the previous rescue and then thinking about this grand banquet, Zhong Qiao already had an idea in his mind.
Seeing her staring at the bowl in a daze, Zhong Siqi pushed his own bowl out.
"Sister, I'll give you some."
"No need." Zhong Qiao shook his head and refused. "You eat it, and don't forget to share some with mom."
Zhong Siqi nodded randomly.
Zhong Qiao ate a few bites and stopped eating. The braised pork chop noodles at noon were very filling, and she was not very hungry even now.
After feeding Wanwan, Zhong Qiao closed the door, took out the borrowed textbooks and teaching materials, and reviewed and studied them over and over again.
I have completely forgotten all the knowledge points from my previous life. Now I am trying to pick them up and read them again, but it is not as easy as I imagined.
But when touching the oily feel of the textbook, Zhong Qiao was filled with emotion.
The opportunity to study again is indeed rare. When Zhong Qiao thinks deeply, he gets a headache, but he feels more and more happy in his heart, as if he is using all the sufferings of his past life and this life as motivation to vent.
Before I knew it, it was late at night.
During this period, Zhong's mother came twice. Every time she opened the door, she saw Zhong Qiao reading by lamplight at night, completely immersed in his own world.
She felt both sad and moved.
It's like.
All wrong choices return to the starting point.
Mrs. Zhong didn't dare to disturb them and carefully closed the door and left.
Zhong Qiao didn't notice any of this, and was slightly startled when he turned to page 52.
What caught my eye was a crabapple flower, which was flattened, but the details of the veins in the petals were retained.
Zhong Qiao carefully removed the crabapple blossoms stuck in the textbook. The shadows of the flowers were visible where they were pressed, and the handwriting on the edge was clear, elegant and powerful.
It is a character for crane.
Zhong Qiao reached out and gently stroked the word "crane".
The handwriting of the owner of this book.
Remembering what Old Man Li had told her, Zhong Qiao took out two notes from her pocket.
One was left by Old Man Li, and the other was left by Luo Xiu.
Surprisingly, they lived very close to each other, both on Yunong Street, separated by a river.
She first chose the Dongfu Begonia Courtyard.
Zhong Qiao took out a pen from the drawer, buried it in the dim light, and wrote a letter, which was basically a thank you letter.
After finishing writing, he did not forget to write his name at the beginning of the stroke and found an envelope to put it in.
When his eyes fell on the crabapple blossom, Zhong Qiao hesitated for a moment and put it in as well.
It can be considered as returning the property to its original owner.
There was a strong wind and snow outside, and Zhong Qiao's figure was cast through the blurry window.
The letter soon arrived at the Begonia Courtyard in the East Palace.
At first, Ji Hebai didn't take it seriously.
Until his good brother Luo Xiu held the envelope between his fingers and smiled with a mixture of pleasure and malice: "Ji Hebai, how long have you been back in China? And already a female comrade has expressed her love to you?"
Ji Hebai lowered his eyes without even raising his head.
"Qiao? I've never heard that you know anyone named Qiao?" Luo Xiu refused to let him go. He shook the envelope and accidentally shook out the withered crabapple branch in the envelope.
"Wow." Luo Xiu exclaimed in amazement, a look of disgust on his face as he picked up the dried crabapple blossoms. "This female comrade who delivered the letter is quite knowledgeable about romance, isn't she? This is an interesting trick. I'll use it next time."
Ji Hebai frowned when he heard his movement and couldn't help but turned back, but the first sentence he said was: "Which Qiao?"
His eyes were deep.
Luo Xiu said disapprovingly: "Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, the Qiao in Tongque Spring is locked up for two Qiao sisters."
He looked again at where he had started writing.
He was stunned for a moment and pronounced the name.
"Zhong Qiao."
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