Mrs. Zhang took Qingqing into the house without paying attention to the two people who were noisy and playing chess outside. It was mainly Professor Zhang's one-sided quarrel.
"These are the □□ that have been sponsored recently. Take a look."
Mrs. Zhang is also a professor at Jinan University, but after she retired, she did not accept the school's re-employment. Instead, she accepted the scholarship foundation in the city that Qingqing and Professor Zhang set up together to help them deal with this part of the affairs.
She needs to be responsible for monitoring the direction of the scholarship funds and reviewing the children who receive the scholarships.
Mrs. Zhang and Professor Zhang each contributed money to this foundation, but the real big head came from Qingqing.
Qingqing's account is set up with automatic transfer, so even if she has not been in charge of this matter for nearly a year, the foundation can still operate normally.
Fortunately, it is like this, otherwise the foundation would be paralyzed.
In the past, considering Qingqing's health, Mrs. Zhang did not bother her with these things.
Now that Qingqing has recovered to a large extent, she has to report to her for both public and private reasons.
Qingqing did not refuse. After taking the information, she carefully checked it word by word.
It was not that she was worried about Mrs. Zhang, but she respected her work ability.
If she was perfunctory, it would be looking down on her.
"Teacher's wife should still be as meticulous as before. There is no problem with these students. You can continue to support them, but you have to keep a close eye on their grades."
Even if the financial aid is charitable, it is conditional.
Qingqing did not ask for anything in return from the sponsored students after graduation, but she wanted them to have a correct attitude towards study.
Since they had taken the money she gave them for their studies, they had to study hard, otherwise the money would go to people who needed it more.
The two chatted about the foundation for a while, and then talked about their respective recent situations, mainly because Mrs. Zhang was concerned about Qingqing's condition.
Qingqing did not shy away from this point, and smiled and said, "I have a feeling that within three months, I will be able to fully recover."
At first, her memory recovered very slowly, and she might not remember what happened the day before for several days.
But now her recovery has obviously improved. Just this morning, she was walking around the school with Fu Heng, and she could recall two years of memories all at once. At this rate, it would be only a matter of time before she could fully recover.
"But..." The smile on Qingqing's lips gradually flattened. She pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "I feel a little uneasy."
"I know what you are thinking. Don't
think too much. Just let it go."
Gently smoothing Qingqing's long hair, Madam Zhang didn't want to say anything to add to Qingqing's troubles when she didn't remember anything.
Hearing her say this, Qingqing could only skip the topic and took out the gift box that Fu Heng had just quietly given her and gave it to Madam Zhang.
"Master's wife, I wish you a happy birthday, and may you be blessed as vast as the East Sea and live as long as the South Mountain."
"Okay, okay, thank you for the gift."
There are some things that Professor Zhang cannot accept, but Mrs. Zhang has no problem accepting them.
She did not refuse, and accepted the young man's filial piety with a smile, and also reminded Qingqing that if she has time in the future, remember to bring the two children to visit them. Qingqing
naturally agreed without hesitation, and she was reluctant to refuse all of Mrs. Zhang's requests.
When the two of them finished their conversation and came out of the bedroom, they heard a loud shout, which frightened Qingqing so much that she trembled all over and stared with wide eyes.
Patting her back soothingly, Mrs. Zhang was furious and scolded Professor Zhang: "Why are you so excited about playing chess? Who are you trying to scare to death? People who don't know would think our family was robbed. Look how capable you are, afraid that the neighbors would come to complain."
"I... I was not impulsive, just impulsive."
Professor Zhang knew that he had made trouble, so he quickly shrank his neck, came over with a smile and whispered to admit his mistake.
"Huh." Mrs. Zhang's expression eased a little, but it still didn't look good.
She turned around, leaving Professor Zhang with a back of his head, and went into the kitchen by herself.
Professor Zhang followed hesitantly, but was ruthlessly forced out. He could only stand at the door pitifully, like a wronged Husky. Qingqing wanted to laugh.
"Don't laugh. Professor Zhang is a bit vindictive."
Fu Heng, who had walked to Qingqing's side at some point, reminded her in a low voice. His warm breath sprayed on the tip of her white and tender ears. He looked at her ears with satisfaction as they were slightly stained with the red of the sunset. Fu Heng straightened his waist, took Qingqing's hand and led her back to the sofa to sit down.
"Take all these back, you can eat them with your meal."
Mrs. Zhang came out of the kitchen, holding a lot of sealed bottles and jars in her hands.
There were some jams, some pickled vegetables, and some meat sauces and mushroom sauces, all made by Mrs. Zhang herself. They were delicious, whether they were used with porridge or stir-fried dishes.
Qingqing's eyes lit up, and she took the things from Mrs. Zhang's hand without being reminded, and her attitude was very enthusiastic.
"Seeing people eat the most diligently." Professor Zhang muttered behind him
.
You know, these are his daily rations.
Many times when he was too busy to come back for meals, Professor Zhang had to rely on his wife to make various side dishes and sauces to make a living. The meals in the school cafeteria were heavy in oil and salt, which was not very friendly to the stomach of the elderly.
And they were not to Professor Zhang's taste.
"What are you mumbling about again? Hurry up and find a bag to put the things for Qingqing and the others."
Mrs. Zhang has sharp ears. Don't think that she didn't hear Professor Zhang's low voice.
"Nothing, nothing, a bag, right? I remember there's one in the study. Wait for me to get it."
Being caught on the spot again, Professor Zhang had no choice but to run away quickly.
After a lively meal, when Qingqing and Fu Heng walked out of the Zhang family, they found that the things they brought with them were less, but now there were a lot of other things.
In addition to the various sauces and side dishes given by Mrs. Zhang, there were also a lot of snacks and drinks.
The two old people don't like to eat these, but they can't stand people always giving them.
Even if Professor Zhang doesn't accept gifts, there are times when he can't refuse them. Over time, a lot of gifts have accumulated in the house.
The two old people couldn't finish these things, and it would be a waste to leave them there. Just as Qingqing came, they packed all the snacks for her to take away.
Everyone knows that Qingqing loves to eat snacks.
She still loves it when she grows up. But she eats so much and her body is still very healthy. Fu Heng can't do anything about her.
As soon as she got in the car, she opened the bag of unshelled nuts and ate them.
"Don't eat too much." Fu Heng habitually reminded her.
"This is just a small bag." Qingqing shook the bag in her hand that was not even as big as her palm, indicating that she really only ate a little.
"It's good that you know how to be moderate." His wife is grown up, so Fu Heng can't say that she eats too much, so he can stop at the right time.
"By the way, where are we going to play next?" Qingqing spoke vaguely while chewing nuts in her mouth.
"...Where do you want to go?" Fu Heng, who wanted to go home directly, wisely stopped the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Didn't you say you wanted to have a relationship? I haven't been on a date with you yet. Maybe we have had a date experience before, but I haven't remembered it yet. Can you give me one now?"
Qingqing suggested with sparkling eyes and full of expectation.
Facing her like this, Fu Heng could not bear to refuse.
"Okay, then I will listen to you for the rest of the day. We can go wherever you want to go." The doting and gentle voice fell into Qingqing's ears, and she felt itchy for no reason.
She scratched her ear, picked up her phone to check, and then
happily decided: "Go to the cinema!"
There was nothing new.
Turning the steering wheel, Fu Heng followed Qingqing's wishes and took her to the nearest movie theater with a good reputation.
The two of them held hands intimately, bought movie tickets, and then lined up to buy drinks and popcorn, just like other loving couples.
The biggest difference is that they are both good-looking, so it is easy to attract everyone's attention when walking on the street.
It is the same now. Fu Heng, who is 1.88 meters tall, is the most conspicuous in the crowd, especially because he is handsome and has a unique temperament that makes people intimidated.
Next to him stood a petite and beautiful woman. That charming little face is not as beautiful as all the female stars on the posters combined.
The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. They stood straight in front of him, and even the sales clerk couldn't help but stare at him for a while.
"One cup of iced cola, one cup of hot coffee, and a bucket of popcorn, thank you."
Qingqing's voice called back the movie's rationality. She hurriedly ordered and forced a professional smile: "A total of 48 yuan, scan or cash."
"Scan." These days, no one carries cash on them. When they go out, they just use a mobile phone or a face.
I heard that fingerprint payment has recently been introduced. Now you may not even need to bring a mobile phone to buy things, just bring your person.
Considering the appetite of the two, Qingqing ordered a medium-sized popcorn. As a result, she had already eaten nearly half of the popcorn before entering the theater.
"You don't want to eat tonight?"
Fu Heng took her popcorn helplessly and refused to let her eat it.
Qingqing pouted and drank Coke with a straw in her mouth.
Even though she had no food, she still had something to drink.
The movie was chosen by Qingqing. When they entered the theater, Fu Heng knew that it could not be a romance or an art film.
His wife never had the patience to watch such films that required patience and sensibility.
She preferred all kinds of exciting action movies, large special effects movies or ghost movies.
As expected, the movie chosen this time was a ghost movie called Pen Fairy.
In fact, many people played this game out of curiosity when they were students, but in the end, no supernatural events happened.
After trying it, they knew it was a scam, so they stopped playing.
After sitting down, Qingqing kept talking to Fu Heng excitedly about her elementary school days.
At that time, she and her classmates also played with various spirits such as pen spirits and plate spirits. In the end, like everyone else, they found that they could not summon any gods or ghosts, so they lost interest.
However, since it was made into a ghost movie, the protagonist of the story
must have summoned a ghost.
The clichéd plot and the ending that can be guessed at the beginning are the only surprises. The screenwriter did not leave a few survivors of the protagonist group this time, but came to a grand finale of total annihilation.
"This... really fits the title of the movie." Qingqing complained speechlessly.
The only one left alive in the whole play is the pen spirit, which fits the title of the movie.
"Don't like it?" Fu Heng asked her with his head tilted. Qingqing shook her head: "Not really, at least the atmosphere and special effects are well created."
She was just a little disappointed that she couldn't be scared.
But it is also true that she is a woman who has watched all the horror movies in the history of movies and has experienced a magical event herself. It is strange that she is afraid of this.
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