302 Protecting Shortcomings
"Sister, what's the level of that Military No. 7 Middle School that uncle mentioned?"
Gao Qinghe first recalled her memories of her previous life. She didn't have any children, and her knowledge of the schools in the provincial capital came from bits and pieces she heard from her friends.
The Military No. 7 Middle School that my uncle mentioned was later renamed the Provincial No. 11 Middle School, and it was on par with the Provincial No. 1 Middle School in the provincial capital.
I heard from my friends that in the early 1990s, the undergraduate admission rate of No. 7 Middle School was even higher than that of No. 1 Middle School, and it was the leader among high schools in the province.
Especially the science scores, which far exceed those of other schools.
Because all the physics and chemistry teachers in the school were transferred from the military research institute.
"It seems to be a very good high school, comparable to No. 1 Middle School." Gao Qinghe said it more tactfully so as not to reveal that he knew too much.
But even so, Gao Qingya couldn't help but let out a low cry of "Oh my god" when she heard it.
"Sis, why do I feel like I missed out on a million dollars?"
The girl murmured to herself, and without waiting for her sister's response, she immediately clenched her fists and said:
"But I still support Dad's choice. I can get into college on my own!"
Gao Qinghe was very pleased, "Yes, like my sister Gao Qinghe, she has backbone."
Gao Qingya was very happy to be praised, and became more determined to rely on her own ideas.
Gao Qinghe yawned and said lazily, "No more chatting, let's go to sleep. I'm sleepy."
Gao Qingya said "oh" and shut up obediently.
The two sisters had a good night's sleep, and when they woke up they realized that so many people had not slept well last night.
Needless to say, my parents' eyes were red and a little swollen. You could tell at a glance that the couple had been talking all night long.
The new grandmother and the uncle and aunt all had dark circles under their eyes.
Maybe it was because the electric blanket was too irritating, but Huo Jinyu had a blister at the corner of his mouth.
Jenny didn't sleep well either, not because of the things at home, but because she was used to sleeping on a soft Simmons mattress, and Gao Qingya's hard mattress made her toss and turn all night and couldn't fall asleep.
After finally getting a little acclimatized in the second half of the night, I heard chickens crowing, dogs barking, and the screams of pigs being slaughtered coming from a group across the street.
Jenny, who was used to living abroad, had no chance to see such a lively country morning. She kept her eyes open until dawn, just wanting to urge her grandmother to go back to the old house in the provincial capital.
Unfortunately, before she could start to speak, Weng Yehua covered her mouth and dragged her away.
Old Mrs. Tian looked in good spirits. When she saw her two daughters-in-law coming with glutinous rice, she started to stuff blood sausage.
Huo Jinyu wanted to improve the relationship between the two families and offered to help.
Since her mother-in-law had already started, Weng Ling didn't dare to sit idle. She borrowed a pair of sleeves from Huang Ying and joined the team in stuffing blood sausage.
When Gao Qinghe got up, he saw the women sitting in a circle in the kitchen making blood sausage, and felt a sense of magical absurdity.
The pig-slaughtering family in the village came to invite everyone to eat the pig-slaughtering meal, and Jiang Baohai happened to arrive.
After the family members introduced themselves to each other again, Jiang Baohai and his father-in-law took Gao Chongli, Weng Yehua and Jenny to eat the pig-killing meal.
Gao Qingya joined in the fun and followed along.
This time, I didn't come back until dusk.
The Gao Chongyi brothers, who seemed a little unfamiliar with each other yesterday, seemed to have become much closer after a day of spending time together.
Gao Qingya took Jenny to the cellar to pick up a basket of sweet potatoes. The two of them lit a charcoal pot and roasted the sweet potatoes.
Gao Qingya used Jenny as a partner for oral practice, and Jenny cooperated very well. The two of them interacted with each other and had a lot of fun.
On Huo Jinyu's side, after learning about Gao Chongyi's living conditions over the years from Old Lady Tian and others, she lost interest in persuading him to go back.
In the evening, everyone seemed to have become a loving family, gathered around a table and had a three-hour meal.
Early the next morning, the green jeep left Shanghe Village with regret.
Gao Chongyi watched the car go away, turned back to look at his wife who was full of worry, and smiled at her.
"Don't worry now, when have I ever lied to you?"
Huang Ying couldn't help laughing and took out the phone number her mother-in-law had given her. "Here's the phone number and address of the old house. After the New Year is over, take some time to go back and have a look."
Gao Chongyi nodded and said, "It's time to go back and take a look."
Behind him, Gao Qinghe leaned against Jiang Baohai, looked up and asked him jokingly:
"How do you feel? Are there any surprises?"
Jiang Baohai chuckled helplessly, "It's indeed a bit unexpected."
Who would have thought that the Huo family, which was as famous as the Gu family in the southwest in the previous life, was actually related to his wife.
The jeep was so far away that it could no longer be seen. The Gao family members who had been standing at the village entrance to see them off finally returned.
Gao Qinghe handed the child to her younger sister, took her husband's hand, and the couple slowly walked at the back.
It was not yet seven o'clock, the sky was foggy, and a cold wind was blowing in from the mountain pass. Gao Qinghe shivered with cold, but was inexplicably excited.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Baohai put her hands in his pockets and asked with a smile.
Gao Qinghe said curiously, "We didn't recognize our relatives in our previous life, but now it's suddenly here. We must have flapped our wings too wide, right?"
"Isn't that good?"
Jiang Baohai squeezed his wife's soft, boneless hand and said, "I actually think this is quite interesting. If everything were the same as in the last life, it would be really boring."
Gao Qinghe: "Don't you feel anxious about how the future will develop?"
Jiang Baohai shook his head. "The unknown represents countless possibilities."
The couple looked at each other and said in unison: "I like this feeling!"
The two walked hand in hand past the Zhou family's door. Hao Huaping was standing at the door of the old house at some point, looking at them.
Catching Gao Qinghe's gaze, she smiled slightly and said:
"I didn't expect Secretary Weng to be your cousin."
Gao Qinghe raised his eyebrows. So what?
Hao Huaping motioned her to wait a moment, turned and went into the house, came out with a red box and handed it to Gao Qinghe.
"Could you please help me return this thing he secretly placed in front of my window."
After a pause, Hao Huaping gritted her teeth and continued, "Please tell him not to create such surprises again. I don't like him and don't think this is a surprise at all."
After saying that, he stuffed the gift into Gao Qinghe's hand, turned around and walked towards the Zhou family yard without looking back.
"Huh?" Gao Qinghe was stunned.
Then he looked at Jiang Baohai in surprise and commented seriously, "This unknown is a bit embarrassing."
Jiang Baohai shrugged indifferently and encouraged his wife to open the box to see what surprise was inside.
The box is not big, about half the size of a shoe box.
Anyway, Weng Yehua won’t be back until after the Chinese New Year, so she’s not here now.
Gao Qinghe thought that he wouldn't understand even if he saw it, so he opened the box decisively.
"Two cups...for a lifetime?"
Gao Qinghe's mouth twitched fiercely. What a trap this is for straight men to give gifts!
Jiang Baohai sighed, closed the box, and nodded in the direction Hao Huaping left.
"Giving this thing, no wonder..."
No wonder they weren't surprised at all and wanted to return it.
Gao Qinghe: "Jiang Baohai, what are you laughing at?"
Jiang Baohai suddenly remembered how protective his beloved wife was, and the sneer on his face froze instantly.
"Ahem." He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed twice, explaining with a distressed expression:
"I'm laughing at Hao Huaping for not knowing what's good for him and missing out on such a promising young man."
Gao Qinghe snorted while holding the box. "Second brother may be straight, but he deserves better!"
Jiang Baohai quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, yes."
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