Qiao Xuejun looked at him: "Me?"
She frowned and spoke slowly, stumbling a little, "My childhood was very ordinary. Unlike you, I joined the army at a young age and received training. I also didn't have a heroic grandfather who disciplined me strictly like you."
"I went to school and studied. Later, when no one cared about me, I continued to go to high school, college, and graduate school on my own. I conducted field experiments and wrote papers."
"It seems there's nothing much to say."
So ordinary that it's a bit boring.
Zhao Xian: "Do you have any sisters or brothers of the same generation?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Not very familiar. My parents only have me as their only daughter and didn't have a second child. Also, because I'm a girl, my father is considered an unfilial son to my grandparents. In short, we rarely interact with each other, and I'm not familiar with the children of those uncles."
Zhao Xian frowned: "My teacher Qiao is obviously much better than most men."
He seemed to be standing up for someone who was wronged.
Qiao Xuejun was confident: "Of course, I didn't embarrass my parents."
Zhao Xian: "Of course. You are their pride."
Qiao Xuejun smiled and said, "If they knew I was farming now, they would probably be happy too."
Zhao Xian: "Why did you study agronomy?"
Looking at the ceiling, Qiao Xuejun reminisced, "After my parents got married, they opened a small agricultural supply store. Initially, they sold things like iron plows and plastic mulch, interacting with farmers. At that time, I heard them talk about how farmers had a hard time and how their livelihood depended on the weather."
"My family's income is closely tied to the farmers'. They often pray to God for a better harvest and to not make things difficult for the farmers."
Her parents saw how farmers lived, and she saw it too.
It’s indeed not easy.
"When I was young, I thought, 'I must help farmers make money so my family can live well.' But the weather is so unpredictable, and we have desertification problems where we live, and the land is barren. Even if the weather is favorable, farming is still difficult."
She spoke firmly: "Just relying on luck won't work."
"So, I had an ideal—" She was a little shy when she mentioned the word "ideal," but she also had an unconcealable ambition. "I will work hard. I want to help farmers make more money. Even when the weather and the land are not good, we can still grow food!"
I was really young at that time, ignorant and full of big talk.
But ideals take root in the heart and sprout.
Even though my parents are gone, my ideals have never died out and have even grown stronger.
Zhao Xian: "You did it."
If the weather is bad and the earth is bad, how could it be worse than now?
Qiao Xuejun pursed her lips and smiled. She said, "Then I went to university and successfully enrolled in the agronomy major."
Zhao Xian felt inexplicably relieved and interested when he heard this: "There should be a lot of classmates at school?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Yes, there are also very good professors, my teachers. Our professors in the agronomy department are very down-to-earth - they work in the fields every day, have dark skin, often speak in the local dialect, and dress simply." Qiao Xuejun smiled, "Sometimes you can even see them with mud on their feet."
She raised her eyes and asked Zhao Xian, "When you were in school, didn't you have many classmates?"
Zhao Xian: "I didn't have much experience of going to school normally. I received special training and didn't have any classmates."
Zhao Xian felt that his experience was boring and uninteresting.
Qiao Xuejun pressed on: "No classmates? Then wouldn't you be alone under the teacher's scrutiny?"
Zhao Xian: "It's the instructor."
Seeing Qiao Xuejun staring at him without blinking, waiting for him to continue, Zhao Xian smiled and recalled: "I started receiving special training at the age of 10. I get up at 5:30 in the morning, tidy up my room and do morning lessons. I have breakfast at 7 o'clock. Then I start my cultural classes. I have lunch at 12 noon, a two-hour lunch break, a one-hour lunch class, and two hours of physical training or practical training in the afternoon. ... After dinner, I spend an hour contacting my grandfather, and an hour reviewing the content learned the day before the exam and taking the exam. At 9 o'clock, I spend an hour reviewing and summarizing. Lights out and go to bed at 10 o'clock."
Qiao Xuejun felt a little sorry for Zhao Xian after hearing this: "What are you doing here, reading the class schedule?"
The schedule is very tight from 5:30 in the morning to 10:00 in the evening. It sounds like he doesn't have any classmates yet, so the teacher is just staring at him and he can't be lazy at all.
Qiao Xuejun asked again: "What is morning class for? Isn't it the same as training?"
Zhao Xian: "No."
He explained everything to Qiao Xuejun one by one.
As he explained, Qiao Xuejun's mind slowly emerged with the image of little Zhao Xian, who had joined a special training class at a young age. He was always alone, running, eating, and shooting targets with a gun.
Qiao Xuejun suddenly felt that it was not easy for Zhao Xian to grow up normally at such a young age with such heavy expectations on his shoulders.
She thought of the tattoo on Zhao Xian again.
"When you go to fight in underground boxing matches, can you adapt to that kind of environment?"
In fact, Zhao Xian also grew up under a relatively orthodox education, with very high pressure and his behavior was restricted.
She often heard the patrol soldiers utter a few swear words or curse words, and some soldiers even had the habit of smoking, but Zhao Xian never did that.
He was a little different from the other soldiers on patrol.
Wouldn't a person like that be out of place in a place like the underground black boxing market? Would he be discovered in a second?
Zhao Xian: "I've trained in advance. The responsibility is heavy and there's no room for error. I have to adapt even if I'm not used to it." The tattoo at that time was not only confusing others, but also a reminder to myself.
Qiao Xuejun: "Besides the tattoos, do you also drink, smoke, and swear like everyone else?"
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