Chapter 50
The 2007 International Physics Olympiad was held in Isfahan, Iran, and lasted for ten days.
After the competition, Mu Zhengxi immediately flew to California to attend summer school.
He didn't tell Jiang Jiawei that he had gone to the United States; he only said that he was also attending tutoring classes.
Jiang Jiawei told Chen Jingyu about Xu Yue and Zhang Chao on the phone. Chen Jingyu said that she had called Yi Hua, who also said that Xu Yue's relationship with her mother was very tense. Once, after an argument, Xu Yue didn't come home for two or three days, and her father even called the police.
"Yihua said that Xu Yue doesn't contact her much now, and often doesn't answer her calls."
Jiang Jiawei said somewhat helplessly, "Okay."
Xu Yue didn't attend any of the tutoring classes for the next few days. Jiang Jiawei helped her get her practice materials and copied a set of notes. When the class ended and she delivered the notes to Xu Yue's house, it was Xu Yue's father who opened the door.
The usually refined and gentle vice president, wearing a wrinkled shirt, thanked Jiang Jiawei with embarrassment.
Some things are beyond the scope of what students and classmates can handle.
Chen Jingyu asked, "Have you finished all your classes this month?"
"The class that ended yesterday is over. After my brother's class ends the day after tomorrow, we'll go back to our hometown."
"Ah...I'm so envious..."
Chen Jingyu lamented that her grueling training camp was still a long way off.
After finishing her class, Jiang Jia returned home and immediately started calling out "Sister! Sister! Do you know what?" as soon as she entered the door.
"Know what?"
Jiang Jiawei, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, was puzzled.
"Jung-hee and his team all won gold medals in the International Physics Competition this time. He also won first place in the overall individual score and the award for best theoretical score."
After finishing her speech in one breath, Jiang Jia went to the dining table to pour herself a glass of water and exclaimed, "Wow, you're really amazing, Zhengxi-ge."
Mu Zhengxi only told Jiang Jiawei that the results were not bad, without mentioning the specifics. She thought the results were actually not very good, and comforted him.
Jiang Jiawei asked in confusion, "How did you know?"
"That's what our competition teacher said," Jiang Jiayi said, opening the refrigerator and taking out a small pudding. "Do you want some?"
"I'm not eating anymore."
"Oh right, Sister Zhenzhen asked me to remind you not to forget this afternoon."
"knew."
"What's up this afternoon?"
The Xingchen Dance Training Center is holding a summer performance at Century Square. Zhenzhen's shop is handling the children's makeup and styling, and they asked Jiang Jiawei to help with the braids.
Just like on a factory assembly line, round heads came and went, and I touched the soft, long hair and asked.
"Is it too tight? Does it hurt?"
"Wow, it's so beautiful!"
These two sentences are about conditioned reflexes; they make my lips tingle.
I'll be there to do your makeup.
As the gala was about to begin, one of the younger children started crying loudly backstage, whether because he was frightened by the laser lights on stage or because there were too many people.
At first, the teacher comforted him, but when the teacher was too busy, his mother comforted him. However, his mother became impatient and angry, which made him cry even harder.
The square was crowded and the weather was hot and humid. Tears turned into water poured on hot oil, and exploded directly.
Jiang Jiawei stepped forward and knelt down in front of the child who was crying helplessly because his mother said she didn't want him anymore. "Can I hug you, sister?"
In the afternoon, while they were putting on makeup, the two played a few games together. At that time, he was a talkative kid who boasted to Jiang Jiawei about how many toy cars he had at home and invited her to play with him.
The man, sucking on his lower lip, sobbed and reached out to her, wrapping his arms around her neck. Jiang Jiawei hugged him and stood up. "Oh dear, why are you so sad? What are you going to do with such a handsome face all messed up from crying?"
Jiang Jiawei gestured to her mother a few steps away, who nodded. She walked away from the crowd and gently stroked her spine to comfort her until the crying in her arms stopped.
"How about I wipe your tears?"
"Hiccup... Okay."
Jiang Jiawei sat down on the flower bed next to her, pulled the person to her side on her lap, and took out a tissue from her pocket. "Don't rub your eyes, let me wipe them for you."
My makeup smudged, mixing with my tears to form a paste-like mass.
"Are you feeling unwell? Is it itchy?"
She nodded with her chubby chin.
"I'll blow on it."
Jiang Jiawei gently blew a few breaths into his eyes.
"Are you done?"
Shake head.
"Are you done?"
He still shook his head.
"Are you done?"
He chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh ho, you lied to me."
The person who buried himself in her arms grabbed her clothes.
Jiang Jiawei wiped the sweat from his hair. "Are you still going to perform? You'll dance on stage for everyone. Do you want to go?"
With a resistant expression, she refused, "No."
"Okay, then we won't go. Let's just be the audience and applaud them, okay?"
The little head nodded.
His mother, who had been observing from the side, came over only after he calmed down. As soon as he noticed her presence, he reached out for a hug, completely forgetting the beating he had received just minutes earlier.
His mother reached out and hugged him, thanking Jiang Jiawei, "Thank you for your hard work." She then feigned seriousness, "Did you thank your sister?"
"Thank you, sister!"
Jiang Jiawei pinched his cheek. "Don't cry."
His mother raised her hand and wiped his face, then pointed at Jiang Jiawei's clothes, "You've gotten your sister's clothes dirty."
The child looked at her, and after a while said, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Jiawei quickly waved her hand with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
"I'm really sorry, if it can't be washed off, I'll buy you a new one."
"Oh, it's alright. These are clothes that are meant for work, so it's fine if they get dirty."
Zhenzhen waved and called to her.
"I'll head over now, bye Hao Hao."
Jiang Jiawei crouched down to greet him.
"Goodbye, sister."
At the end of the party.
Zhenzhen came over carrying a bag of bread and milk.
"Jiang Jiawei, I think you should really become a kindergarten teacher in the future. Here, this is what the mother of the child who was crying so hard just now bought."
"Buying so much???"
"uh-huh."
Jiang Jiawei sighed. Now she was the one who felt embarrassed, but the parents had already left. "Then let's all eat together."
When Jiang Jiawei got home, it was already past ten o'clock. Her voice was so hoarse that she didn't want to say a word, and even moving her fingers felt like a struggle.
"Sis," Jiang Jiayi came out of the room, "Did it take this long?"
Jiang Jiawei pointed to the kettle on the table, and Jiang Jiayi immediately received the signal, went over to pour her a glass of water, then went to the bathroom and came back, saying, "I'm going to sleep?"
Jiang Jiawei nodded, and after lying on the sofa for a while, she finally mustered up her willpower to get up and take a shower.
My phone, which I hadn't taken from my room, had two missed calls, which happened right when the party started.
Mu Zhengxi said in the unread text message.
I'll feed the seagulls.
The seagulls here are really too much! I was feeding them and they even pecked my hand.
[Is Jiang Jiawei's braiding still not finished?]
[This has been going on for way too long!]
Jiang Jiawei called back.
The call was answered quickly.
"Hello."
He had barely uttered the first sound when Mu Zhengxi interrupted him with an urgent and anxious voice, "Why does your voice sound like this? Have you had heatstroke? Or caught a cold? You were perfectly fine yesterday, so why does your voice sound like this today?"
His rapid and dense speech left Jiang Jiawei with no opportunity to interject, so she simply listened quietly.
Mu Zhengxi seemed to realize that he should listen to her answer and shut his mouth.
Jiang Jiawei finally spoke, "No, I just talked too much." She took a sip of water. "There were a lot of children today, and I had to help their teacher manage them. By the way, how's your hand?"
"That's good. I thought you had heatstroke again." Mu Zhengxi said, "My hand, my hand is fine."
"Didn't you say you were pecked?"
Mu Zhengxi glanced at the healed wound and made up a story: "It still has a band-aid on."
Jiang Jiawei could tell from his tone that nothing was wrong, so she changed the subject, bringing up the dark cloud that had been lingering in her mind all day: "I heard from Jiayi that you won a gold medal in the last competition."
"Huh?? How did he know??"
“That’s what their competition teacher said.” Jiang Jiawei fiddled with the cup on the table. “Why…didn’t you tell me?”
The second half of the sentence silenced Mu Zhengxi.
If you answer that it's not really anything special, it would seem pretentious. But if you say that you don't think it's necessary to say such a thing, wouldn't that make Jiang Jiawei unhappy?
His roommate, who was about to call him, gestured with his hand when he saw him on the phone.
He hadn't actually told Jiang Jiawei about going abroad yet.
"I'm sorry," Mu Zhengxi said.
"Oh, why are you sorry?"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this."
“No…it’s okay.” Jiang Jiawei said slowly. “It’s okay if you didn’t say anything. You’ve become more humble now. You used to announce it immediately after winning a football match.”
She spoke the second half of the sentence in a joking and teasing tone.
But Mu Zhengxi could sense that it wasn't like that at all. Jiang Jiawei was disappointed, which made Mu Zhengxi more afraid and flustered than if she had just gotten angry. His palms, which were holding his phone, instantly became sweaty.
After pondering for a long time.
"I promise I will tell you everything from now on."
He clenched his hands at his sides, as if making a vow.
Jiang Jiawei looked at the clock on the table. "Really?"
"real."
"What time is it now?"
As if receiving an instruction, he obediently raised his hand to glance at his watch and replied, "It's 8:30."
He regretted it immediately after saying it.
A low chuckle came from the other end of the phone.
Jiang Jiawei said, "Don't send text messages in the middle of the night next time, just get some sleep."
Completely humiliated, Mu Zhengxi leaned against the wall dejectedly, lacking confidence but still wanting to ask, "When did you find out?"
"Guess."
After saying that, Jiang Jiawei hung up the phone.
It's not unusual to say the wrong time for dinner or lunch once, but it's strange to say it wrong many times.
【sorry. 】
Mu Zhengxi apologized for the second time, not bothering to guess what was going on; whether he knew it or not, he already knew.
I shouldn't have lied to you.
Actually, he just didn't want Jiang Jiawei to worry about issues like time difference.
We're even now, I lied to you too.
They discovered it a long time ago, but pretended not to.
Mu Zhengxi felt that he didn't have such a thick skin, and even if he wanted to cheat, he couldn't.
[Will you forgive me, Jiang Jiawei?]
The other side replied.
【meeting. 】
Goodnight, Jiang Jiawei~
Good morning!
My aunt and uncle drove to Changqing and stayed for a few days before sending all the children back to their hometown for summer vacation.
Afternoon.
Ah Le was taking a nap on the bed, while Ah Tai sat on the bed winding yarn, occasionally fanning her with a fan and patting her legs to prevent mosquito bites. Jiang Jiawei was sitting at her desk reading a book while munching on an ice pop.
A sound came from the courtyard gate.
Grandma took her two twin brothers, Kaiyang and Kaijie, to visit a neighbor, while Jiang Jiayi and Grandpa went to town to buy medicine.
But no matter which one comes back, they won't use such a gentle knocking method.
Jiang Jiawei sat up halfway and stretched her arm through the glass to peer out the window.
Grandma saw her movements and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It sounds like someone is knocking on the door?"
"Who is it? Is it your grandma and the others who are back?"
"It shouldn't be."
"I'll go take a look."
Grandma put down the yarn she was knitting and was about to get up.
Jiang Jiawei quickly replied, "I'll go."
"Here it is, please wait a moment."
Jiang Jiawei opened the door, slipped on her slippers, and ran over.
Who is it?
The moment the gate opened, the remaining half of the popsicle fell to the ground with a thud.
The sunlight outlined the person in front of me, creating a fuzzy golden edge that looked almost unreal.
Jiang Jiawei was like a robot that had crashed, unable to react.
Until Mu Zhengxi complained, "Jiang Jiawei, the sun is making me very hot."
She suddenly came to her senses.
"Jung-hee?"
A light, airy articulation.
It's more like a form of self-affirmation.
The flower buds hanging from the branches burst open like popcorn under the sunlight, thousands upon thousands of them falling onto Jiang Jiawei's off-white skirt.
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