Chapter 39 The Fragrance of Career
Listening to Director Qi's excited voice on the phone, Yan Chengan inconspicuously shifted his gaze to the kitchen.
The afternoon sunlight was warm and soft, dancing in the small kitchen and illuminating the outline of Hang Jingshu who was washing dishes.
Speaking of admission, Yan Chengan hesitated: "Admission depends on her personal opinion."
Hearing that the good seedling might be sold to another family, Director Qi became even more excited and shouted on the phone: "Xiao Yan! Given our relationship, you have to keep this good seedling for me!"
Yan Chengan chuckled and then joked to his mentor: "I will give her corresponding advice."
Finally, they wiped the dishes clean and put them in the cupboard, and Hang Jingshu cut the fruit and brought it to the living room.
However, he discovered that Yan Chengan was the only one in the living room, quietly reading a newspaper.
The local pears are most abundant after autumn. Hang Jingshu brought the fruit plate over and asked, "Mr. Yan, would you like some coffee?"
The sunlight in the living room was very good. Yan Cheng put down the newspaper. His pupils looked as light as glass under the sunlight, and his eyelashes were as long as a curled brush.
His eyes fell on Hang Jingshu, and he immediately invited her: "Please sit down, I have something to tell you."
Being looked at like that, Hang Jingshu became inexplicably nervous, pinching the corner of his clothes with his fingers, feeling very uneasy.
Did I do very badly on the exam?
That shouldn’t be the case. Not only do the questions know themselves, but they also know themselves.
Logically speaking, the score shouldn't be too bad.
Could it be...
Which additional question did I do wrong?
Hang Jingshu could never have imagined that the call just now was from Director Qi who wanted to see someone.
Yan Chengan was silent, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the back of the chair, as if he was thinking about something.
Hang Jingshu concentrated and was ready to accept any outcome.
"Your results are out, 469 points, not bad," Yan Chengan said with admiration, "With this score, if you work harder you should be able to get into a key university."
If the mathematics test in the 1984 college entrance examination was hell, then the Chinese language test in 1985 was no less terrible.
After two consecutive years of hell, Hang Jingshu lost all confidence. Finally, under the pressure of her mother Wang Silan, she married Qi Shaoming.
This marked the beginning of several decades of life as a housewife.
Hang Jingshu, who came back again, cherished this learning opportunity very much. All the hard work in his previous life was rewarded in this life.
With 469 points, even if you don’t get into a key university in Beijing, you can still choose a good university.
Hang Jingshu was so happy that she stood up and bowed to Yan Chengan: "Thank you, Mr. Yan. Without your guidance, I would not have achieved such good results."
Hang Jingshu was very excited, but Yan Chengan remained calm.
Seeing that Hang Jingshu wanted to spin in circles, Yan Chengan calmly reminded him: "This is just a monthly exam. The real question now is, do you want to quit your job and go to school?"
Of course not.
I am a repeater, and even if I go to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, going to school step by step would take up too much time. Making money is the first priority now.
Reality is cruel, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Going to college is just an obsession in my mind, but making money seems to be a real problem.
There is no way Hang Jingshu would give up such a high-paying job to study full-time.
Then half the meaning of her coming out would be lost.
"Mr. Yan, I think, considering my family conditions, staying in the Yan family as a nanny is the most suitable choice," Hang Jingshu answered very cautiously.
After this period of contact, Hang Jingshu gradually figured out Yan Chengan's character. At this time, his brows were relaxed, and his deep and long eyebrows were not gathered together.
He was obviously satisfied with his answer.
At this point, Yan Chengan did not beat around the bush and asked Hang Jingshu directly: "Are you going to take the college entrance examination next year?"
Hang Jingshu thought about it and realized that the Chinese language section of the 1985 college entrance examination was relatively difficult, and mathematics, his weak subject, was a good opportunity for him to improve.
Judging from my current scores, if I perform normally, I will definitely be able to study.
But this...
I can't repay the Yan family for helping me.
Hang Jingshu bit his lip, feeling a little conflicted.
If it weren't for the Yan family, I wouldn't be able to do the test paper of No. 1 Middle School.
Without Yan Cheng'an's guidance, my math grades would not have improved significantly.
Grandpa Yan and Grandma Yan are both kind elders, which makes Hang Jingshu rarely get into trouble.
She is not a decisive businessman, nor is she a top student with a clear plan for the future. The entanglement at this moment seems very immature in Yan Chengan's eyes.
The man reminded her at the right time: "Some things should be done according to your own ideas. Besides, you haven't signed a contract to sell your body."
Hearing him say this, Hang Jingshu also plucked up the courage to ask: "Mr. Yan, I do want to take the college entrance examination next year, but I am still a little confused about which school to choose."
Yan Chengan stroked the water cup with his hand and replied in a low voice: "My personal experience is not a reference. If you choose to transfer to No. 1 Middle School in the city, I believe your head teacher will be willing to help you."
Hang Jingshu nodded in understanding, "Then I won't bother you, Mr. Yan. This is snow pear, it nourishes the yin and moistens the lungs. You can try it."
Yan Chengan picked up the newspaper again, nodded slightly to Hang Jingshu, and looked at the sliced snow pear on the plate.
The slightly yellowish spotted skin had been removed, revealing the jade-white flesh inside. Somehow, Yan Chengan felt that this pear should be very sweet.
Having achieved satisfactory results, Hang Jingshu could not wait to write a letter to his third brother Hang Chenggang, planning to mail it in the afternoon.
This time, Hang Jingshu rode his bicycle out directly. Sun Shulan and Liu Xiaowen were not available. When Hang Jingshu was pushing his bicycle out of the post office, he heard someone calling him from behind.
"Xiao Hang! Xiao Hang!"
Hang Jingshu turned around and found that the person calling him was Liu Kangyuan.
"I finally caught up with you. It looked like you at the post office just now," Liu Kangyuan said breathlessly, holding Hang Jingshu's hand.
"When will your next batch of small pendants be ready?" The small pendants in Liu Kangyuan's shop were sold out. For the past two days, Liu Kangyuan has been looking forward to Hang Jingshu's appearance.
Nowadays, there are no such round decorations, and girls who come to shop for clothes almost always fall in love with these small pendants at first sight.
The small pendants crocheted with wool are furry and have good meanings.
Those who have plans in mind can choose "Xinxiang Shicheng" (Wishing for You), those who want to get married can choose "Zhaoyuan Guizi" (Having a Noble Son soon), and those who are single can choose "Peach Blossoms" (Blossoms in Full bloom). It can be said that it has captured the hearts of people of all ages.
When there were only two left, someone almost started a quarrel because of this.
Fortunately, those who could buy clothes from Liu Kangyuan were all well-known people, and in the end Liu Kangyuan came forward to give a discount to settle the dispute.
In fact, it can't be entirely blamed on these small ornaments. Liu Kangyuan heard from others that the two people were just not getting along.
Hang Jingshu didn't expect that these little gadgets would be sold out in just two days. The mother and daughter didn't meet each other the last time Wang Silan delivered things to them.
It’s so inconvenient not to have a phone!