Marriage is not just his business; it's about the two of them starting a family.
He understands all these principles.
Lu Zhaolin didn't want to do anything against Song Qinghe's wishes; not only could he not, but no one else could either.
At that moment, facing the towering waves at sea, he had only one thought.
Hurry up and finish the task, then hurry back.
Lu Zhaolin once read in a book that a day apart feels like three autumns, but he thought those people were just making things up to amuse themselves.
Only after experiencing it firsthand did I finally understand that they weren't just blatantly lying.
Rather, it is a true reflection of his inner self.
It's been so long since we last saw each other. I wonder if Song Qinghe misses him, and if her heart is the same as mine.
What if this is just unrequited love on my part?
Perhaps Song Qinghe didn't actually like him that much.
It's not that Lu Zhaolin lacks confidence; it's mainly because the two of them spend too little time together.
This made Lu Zhaolin a little worried. What if Song Qinghe didn't remember what he looked like?
That's possible.
For the first time, Lu Zhaolin doubted his own appearance and couldn't help but touch his face, hoping that he had some distinctive features.
At least it will make Song Qinghe remember that he is not.
While Lu Zhaolin was missing Song Qinghe, Song Qinghe was indeed thinking of him as well.
After all, she's his nominal partner, so it's impossible for him not to have any feelings for her.
However, Song Qinghe was also well aware that now was not the time to indulge in romantic feelings.
At this time, Song Qinghe had just come out of school.
Just as she had imagined, the question she drew was fairly standard, almost like a joke.
Song Qinghe completed her trial lecture without much effort, and all the judges who participated in the exam were very satisfied.
After the exam, the interview results are given out on the spot.
As expected, Song Qinghe was the undisputed number one.
That's how it was decided that I would go to teach at a primary school.
It's currently the off-season for farming, and the students will be starting school soon. Song Qinghe can simply go to school to register next Monday.
The school also gave Song Qinghe an admission notice, which was handwritten, signed by a leader, and stamped with the school's official seal.
Song Qinghe was still very happy, even though she was already very rich and her space was filled with countless inexhaustible resources.
Having a stable job, especially one where you won't lose your job as long as you don't quit, would be the best thing ever.
For Song Qinghe, this was a timely help.
You can imagine how many people will be desperate to pass the civil service exam decades from now.
Compared to missing Lu Zhaolin, building a house and developing a career are the most important things.
There were so many things to do that Song Qinghe simply didn't have time to think about matters of love and romance.
Anyway, missing someone is useless; time will always move forward, little by little.
It's better to do the things in front of you well first, and then think about other things.
Lu Zhaolin returned when it was time for him to come back.
However, the Song family returned before Lu Zhaolin.
As soon as Song Qinghe returned to the village with her admission notice, she saw Lu Jinguang happily coming out to greet her.
She looked incredibly excited.
Song Qinghe was still a little confused. Did the news spread so quickly?
I haven't even received my acceptance letter yet, so they shouldn't have heard the news.
Or are you happy that the house is dry?
But didn't he already know this news?
Lu Jinguang didn't hide anything and said directly, "Qinghe, someone from your family has come."
Song Qinghe's eyes lit up: "Could it be my grandparents, and my parents?"
She had been wondering when they would be able to come over.
Grandpa Zhou's letter only said that they would come, but did not specify which day.
I didn't expect to get here so quickly.
This is such a wonderful surprise!
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