Chapter 95

The guard of No. 2 Middle School rushed He Qiaosheng impatiently: "Go, go, go, go, there is no such person!"

Seeing that you look like a young boy in love, he would not help you to call for help even

if there is one. He had no doubt at all that there was no girl named Ma Dongmei in his school.

In fact, in this era, there are too many girls named Mei, such as Wang Mei, Xu Mei, Xue Mei, and La Mei. Even in English books, there is a girl named Wang Meimei. If you shout XX Mei on the street, many girls may turn around.

He was afraid that the girls in his school would be influenced by the yellow-haired boy in No. 4 Middle School, so he did not help him to call for help.

The guard didn't help, and He Qiaosheng had no choice but to look at the gate of No. 2 Middle School with a sad look, expecting a lilac-like girl to come out from inside, looking back every few steps.

This feeling of wanting to share joy with his favorite author and wanting to be the first to say congratulations to her, after not seeing that person for a long time, made him mistakenly think that he liked her. He seemed to taste the feeling of missing her, and also seemed to taste the bitterness of a broken heart. In this bitter, sad, happy and expectant mood, he picked up a pen, continued to write songs, and then composed the music for the song, playing it over and over again.

He was a day-student, and his erhu was at home, so he could only play it at home. The music he played was sad and complaining, and his mother thought her son was crazy when she came home from work. She didn't sleep at night and played such a sad song on the erhu.

Although No. 4 Middle School is an art-oriented school, it does not allow students to dye their hair yellow. At this time, He Qiaosheng had been ordered by the school director to dye his hair back to yellow.

She pushed open her son's door, looked at him with amusement, and knocked on the door with her fingers: "Broken-hearted?"

He Qiaosheng's face flushed, and he looked at his mother in anger: "No!"

"Who are you showing your resentful look to? Tell me quickly, let me see which girl can deal with you?" He Qiaosheng hung her bag on the hook and washed her hands to watch the excitement.

"Oh, didn't I tell you!" He Qiaosheng put down the erhu in his hand and stood up: "It's just a friend!"

He Qiaosheng wiped his hands with a towel and asked with a smile: "I guess your friend is a girl, right?"

He Qiaosheng replied shyly.

In fact, he didn't understand what his feelings for Ximeng were. Before the security uncle at No. 2 Middle School spoke, he was sure that his feelings for Ximeng were really just the kind of feelings that a reader has for the author of a book he likes. It can be said that he likes the work more than the author.

But after being teased by everyone, and after he was worried about not being able to find Ximeng these past few days, he couldn't tell what his feelings were.

Could it be that he really had a crush on Ximeng? He couldn't help but doubt himself.

Thinking of Ximeng's delicate and fair face, he felt that it was not strange that he liked Ximeng.

But for some reason, whenever he thought about "liking" Ximeng, he had a weird feeling, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He had no choice but to write his doubts in the lyrics.

Jiang Xi didn't know that a random person had become her half-secret admirer because he was teased by others and couldn't find her.

She had never thought of having any more contact with him before, otherwise she wouldn't have left her real name.

She had already entered the formal learning rhythm in No. 1 Middle School.

Just like last semester, after the results of the opening exam came out, she still sat firmly at the top of the class, and her results were still far ahead of the second place.

When the teachers saw the results, they were satisfied that Jiang Wu's grades did not drop due to the winter vacation. However, they were dissatisfied with the decline in other students' grades. After a big fuss in the class, the teaching progress of No. 1 Middle School was back on track. Jiang Wu also returned to teaching in Class 3 during the day and attending the competition class in the administrative building at night.

Probably because they thought Jiang Wu was a student of Class 1 and Class 2, after the new semester began, the students in the competition class no longer felt strange to Jiang Wu. They greeted her when they saw her, and some even asked her how she studied and how she improved so quickly.

When others asked, she never kept her secrets and shared her learning methods with them: "It's mainly to listen to the teachers in class and thoroughly understand the knowledge points taught by the teachers. Basically, the content of our usual exams is all in the knowledge points taught by the teachers in class." It's rare that she deviates from the knowledge points taught in class.

As for the occasional deviation? Jiang Xi had learned all of it in her previous life. Although she had forgotten most of it, she remembered it little by little as she studied, and the more she studied, the more she remembered. Sometimes, when she was doing questions, she couldn't help but use knowledge points that she hadn't learned as a freshman in high school to solve the questions.

This is not obvious in physics and chemistry. After all, she studied liberal arts in her previous life and stopped studying physics and chemistry in her second year of high school. But in mathematics, the progress is particularly obvious, so obvious that even Teacher Ji Jianwei of the competition class cannot ignore it.

If the competition did not start in September in the second half of the year, he would have focused on training Jiang Wu this year and let Jiang Wu represent No. 1 Middle School in the competition.

Now he can only wait.

He can also take advantage of the first half of this year and the summer vacation to teach Jiang Wu more competition knowledge, hoping that Jiang Wu can get good grades in the second half of the year.

For this reason, Teacher Ji is very motivated and teaches more vigorously. He puts all his teaching energy into training Jiang Wu for the competition.

Song Peifeng of Wuzhong is also being focused on and cultivated by the teachers of Wuzhong in preparation for the competition in the second half of the year. This year, because Wuzhong has a talented student like Song Peifeng, Wuzhong is also looking forward to the results of this year's competition. What's

more rare is that he can handle both his academic performance in his original class and his competition results with ease.

Jiang Qi didn't know what Teacher Ji was thinking, but she felt that Teacher Ji assigned her more and more homework, and he kept a close eye on her in class at night.

She didn't care too much about what others thought, and only focused on doing everything she should do.

After her household registration was transferred to Shanghai, she observed the condition of Grandpa Jiang.

Considering that Grandpa Jiang might not be able to adapt to the language problem of living in Shanghai, Jiang Xi did not plan to transfer to a high school in Shanghai immediately, but chose to continue studying in Wucheng No. 1 Middle School. Not only Grandpa Jiang would face the problem of language barrier, but Jiang Xi also faced the problem of language barrier.

She never overestimated her IQ, nor did she think that she had studied high school courses in her previous life, and that she could surpass her previous life's results in the college entrance examination, an important test where thousands of people compete for a single-plank bridge, even though she might not understand the language, could not understand the teacher's lectures, or had difficulty listening.

She was also afraid that when Grandpa Jiang had just adapted to life in Wucheng and had just begun to talk to his neighbors, she would suddenly take him away from this familiar environment and force him to adapt to the new environment again.

Jiang Xi planned to take it slow. After Jiang Bai was admitted to Shanghai, whether to let Grandpa Jiang go with him or to let Grandpa Jiang go with her, she had to consider Grandpa Jiang's adaptability to the new environment.

After all, she hoped to see a happy Grandpa Jiang, not a Grandpa Jiang who was surrounded by a strange environment and strange language, with his grandchildren also going to school, and he was alone facing an empty room with no one to talk to.

If that was the case, she would rather choose to stay in Wucheng for another two years.

As soon as she made the decision, she called the school in Shanghai and told them about her decision. The school in Shanghai also respected Jiang Qing's choice. After all, the language problem was a real problem. They said that they would send her tutoring books and test papers regularly every week so that she could adapt to the test paper format in Shanghai.

Anyway, Jiang Qing's household registration had been transferred there. In the next two years, she could transfer her student status anytime she wanted.

Grandpa Jiang originally thought that after he transferred his household registration to Shanghai, he would move to Shanghai to live with him.

After he was happy that his grandchildren had bought a house in a big city and would settle there in the future, and the excitement of becoming a city dweller had passed, he returned to the shop in Wucheng, sat on the rocking chair, looked in the direction of his hometown, and became more and more silent day by day.

He did not say that he was unwilling to go to Shanghai. On the contrary, he was willing. He was very happy that his grandchildren became Shanghainese. He was also very happy that he could become a Shanghainese and wanted to live in Shanghai with his grandchildren.

But after being happy, all that was left was silence.

He knew what he was about to face.

A strange city, strange people, and a strange language.

When he spoke in Wucheng now, some people could barely understand him, but when he arrived in Shanghai, no one could really understand him.

After going to Shanghai several times, he knew that he couldn't understand the language in Shanghai.

He didn't mind, because at least he could see people in Shanghai. During the years when he was a forest ranger in the mountains, he was alone all year round, except for the old people and children who came to the mountains to herd cattle every now and then.

What was there to be afraid of alone?

He had planned to leave here and go to a strange new environment.

Unexpectedly, he didn't do that. Both his grandson and granddaughter planned to continue studying in No. 1 Middle School.

The granddaughter said that she was afraid that if she went there now, she would not be able to speak the language and understand the teacher's words, which would affect her academic performance. After repeated consideration, she chose to study in Wucheng and transfer there in the future when she took the college entrance examination.

At present, only Jiang Bai's academic record has been transferred there, and Jiang Xi's has not yet been transferred.

Jiang Xi clearly saw that after she made this decision, Grandpa Jiang's tense expression relaxed.

He was still lying on the recliner, looking in the direction of his hometown, holding a teapot that was said to be made of purple clay in his hand, shaking it and drinking tea slowly.

Spring is here, and it will be the tea picking season again.

The second son and his wife had planned to go to Shenzhen to find Jiang Song during the New Year. Now they are estimated to have gone to Shenzhen. The eldest son is estimated to have taken a few grandchildren out to build houses for others. Only the eldest daughter-in-law and his wife are still at home. They don't know if they can pick all the tea leaves at home. And his younger brother, I don't know how he is doing with his patrol work.

After leaving the job he had held for decades, he still felt a sense of discomfort from time to time. He often woke up in the middle of the night and thought, "Oh, I should go patrol the mountains."

Then he suddenly woke up and realized that he didn't have to patrol the mountains anymore.

Then he sat on the bed, feeling empty inside, and it took him a long time to calm down.

This feeling of loss faded with the dawn of the day. After opening the shutter door of the shop, he happily pressed the switch of the recorder to start a new day.

On Friday, many students packed their luggage and went home.

The show had been going on for a few days, and the TV stations in Province Z had been on hiatus for several days during prime time. Many readers of "The Great Song" or old viewers of "Justice Bao" stayed in front of their TV sets on Saturdays, waiting for the release of the second season of "Justice Bao" on the Z Province Satellite TV.

Tong Jingang even brought a second-hand old black-and-white TV set from his family to Jiang Yeye's store.

This year, Changhong brought domestic brand color TVs to compete with Japanese TV brands in the market, which suddenly brought down the price of color TVs. Tong Jingang's family also bought a new color TV for the New Year, and this black and white TV was placed in his room. However, he had evening self-study until 9:30 every night, and had a heavy workload as a senior high school student, so he almost never turned on the TV in his room. Seeing that no one watched it, he moved it to Grandpa Jiang's house.

"Grandpa Jiang, the second part of Justice Bao will be broadcast on the Z Provincial TV station tonight. You can watch it while lying on the bed if you have nothing to do."

Tong Jingang's family bought the first TV early. It was very mini and old-fashioned in appearance. The screen was smaller than Jiang Qing's 14-inch monitor. It was placed next to her monitor, facing the direction of Grandpa Jiang's bed, so that Grandpa Jiang could watch TV while lying on the bed.

Li Ang from Jinshi, Wang Yong and Bao, the editors-in-chief from Guangzhou, the editors-in-chief and editors of the publishing house, Qian, the editor-in-chief, Qian, the manager, and Yang Meirong of the "Great Song" in Nanshi and Shanghai, and Wu Gongan from the provincial capital, all waited in front of the TV.

After seeing that "Great Song" was adapted into a TV series and was about to be released, Wu Gongan and his friends looked at the book in their hands and were speechless.

After a long pause, an old policeman said, "This...isn't this nonsense? How can this be made into a TV series?" If the murderer of the case written above saw this, wouldn't he be able to escape?

They all looked at each other to see who did it, who wrote the case they investigated into a novel and then made it into a TV series, and they nervously watched in front of the TV, fearing that the murderer would see "Justice Bao" and associate it with the real case.

However, after watching two episodes of the TV series, they completely relaxed.