Jiang Qingyue understood what he meant.
Nowadays, agronomy is indeed not a popular major.
Based on her grades, she can definitely apply to the popular Chinese and English departments.
But she still wants to continue studying agronomy. She wants to continue her unfulfilled dream in modern times.
To be honest, this era actually needs the agricultural science and technology knowledge in her mind more.
If her choice could speed up the country's agricultural progress a little, then her time travel would not be in vain.
Jiang Qingyue thought about it, then smiled and explained, "Chinese and English are just tools for me to make money. My personal ambition is actually agronomy."
"Although this major is not favored now, I believe that its prospects will definitely get better and better in the future."
There was a hint of surprise in Song Zhihe's eyes, as if he suddenly couldn't understand her at all.
In the past, he thought that Jiang Qingyue worked so hard on writing and translating, not only to make money, but also because she had ambitions in this area.
I didn't expect that she would say these are just tools for her to make money?
It was already puzzling enough for him to abandon his own area of strength and study a completely new and unpopular major.
The key point is that this woman is unwilling to be interviewed and insists on keeping a low profile.
All of this was totally beyond his expectations.
Song Zhihe really couldn't understand what was going on in the mind of a girl like her who was born in the countryside.
It was also at this time that Song Zhihe realized that his previous views on Jiang Qingyue were completely one-sided, or self-righteous.
......
After lunch, He Tiantian followed Jiang Qingyue back to her place.
The two of them have been thinking about what gift to give Song Zhihe to express their gratitude.
But I couldn't find anything suitable after searching for a long time.
A young and promising man like Song Zhihe, who is also a big shot from Beijing.
What could he lack?
The food and clothes given as gifts are inevitably a bit unpresentable.
So after thinking about it for a long time, it was delayed.
Today, Song Zhihe came in person to deliver the notice, and the two of them felt that they could not delay any longer.
He Tiantian was sitting at Jiang Qingyue's desk when she suddenly saw a brand new pen. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "Qingyue, is this your pen? How come I've never seen you use it before?"
Jiang Qingyue raised her eyelids and said perfunctorily, "I'm not used to this, so I just left it unused."
He Tiantian clicked her tongue twice, "You are really wasting this thing. Do you know how hard it is to buy this pen? It costs at least more than twenty yuan."
Seeing that Jiang Qingyue really didn't seem to like the pen, He Tiantian suddenly slapped her head and said, "Qingyue, since you don't need this pen, how about I give you half the money and we give this pen to Editor-in-Chief Song?"
Jiang Qingyue was stunned. She thought that although this pen was given by Zhou Zhengting, she had no intention of using it and had planned to return it to him.
But now I think about it, it would be a bit embarrassing to give it back to him directly.
It would be better to convert it into money and pay him back one dollar at a time.
Thinking of this, Jiang Qingyue agreed without hesitation, "Okay, anyway, I really can't think of a suitable gift. If it's a pen, at least he can use it."
When He Tiantian heard this, she immediately nodded happily, "Oh my god, I finally found something to give as a gift."
As he said this, he was about to take out money to give to Jiang Qingyue.
Just as she was reaching out her hand, He Tiantian suddenly paused, "Qingyue, I was so excited just now that I forgot to ask you, your pen doesn't have any special commemorative meaning, right? It's not a token of love given to you by Zhou Zhiqing or something? If so, forget it."
Jiang Qingyue smiled dryly and waved her hands, "No, it's meaningless, just give this as a gift."
"Well, I won't be shy then."
"Why are you being polite? Didn't you also pay half of the money?"
"That's fine. Find a chance to give this pen to Editor-in-Chief Song later."
"Well, no problem. I'll just give it to him next time I go to the newspaper office."
......
Before Jiang Qingyue had the time to go to the county to deliver the pen to Song Zhihe, she suddenly received a letter from Zhou Zhengting.
The content of the letter was very brief. Zhou Zhengting was assigned a task by the army during the Spring Festival this year, so he could not come to her to handle the procedures.
Jiang Qingyue couldn't sit still after reading the letter.
She has never contacted Zhou Zhengting since he left.
But this time, Jiang Qingyue ran to the county town with Zhou Zhengting's military phone number without saying a word.
If she can't get divorced before the Spring Festival this year, she will go to Beijing to attend university after the new year.
By that time, I will be bringing two children with me, and I don’t know if Zhou Zhengting will find out anything.
In short, the later you divorce, the more dangerous it is.
If Zhou Zhengting knew about the two children, according to his personality, he would definitely compromise and live with her.
This result was not what she wanted at all.
When Jiang Qingyue arrived in the county town, she went straight to the post office and dialed the phone number of Zhou Zhengting's army for the first time.
After a long wait.
Finally, a familiar voice sounded from the other side, "Hello, who is this?"
Jiang Qingyue cleared her throat and said, "It's me, Jiang Qingyue."
Zhou Zhengting thought it was a call from home and never expected that Jiang Qingyue would actually call him on her own initiative.
After all, I have been here for almost a year, and I haven't received a single phone call or even a single letter.
Zhou Zhengting calmed his pounding heart and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qingyue paused and asked directly, "I received your letter. You can't come back after the Spring Festival?"
Zhou Zhengting hummed, "Yes, this is a mission assigned by the higher-ups, I can't leave."
Jiang Qingyue was a little anxious, "Then what about the divorce we agreed on before?"
When Zhou Zhengting heard her talking about divorce so anxiously, he finally understood the purpose of her call.
When he spoke again, his tone was unconsciously cold, "The divorce can only be postponed."
"So when can you come back?"
Zhou Zhengting sneered, feeling suffocated for a moment, "I don't know yet, I will contact you in advance before I go back."
Jiang Qingyue sighed slightly, knowing that he would not be able to come back for a while.
Then he asked, "Did your boss approve your divorce?"
Zhou Zhengting was already feeling uncomfortable with her words, and couldn't help but retort, "Jiang Qingyue, what are you so anxious about? You asked me to wait twice before, and I agreed to it each time. Can't you just wait for me?"
Jiang Qingyue didn't know how to explain it to him, so she simply stopped talking about it, "Okay, I understand."
Hearing her say this, Zhou Zhengting suddenly lost his temper and his tone softened immediately, "Jiang Qingyue, don't worry, I will definitely get the approval to divorce you next year, and it won't take you too long."
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