Chapter 122 Chu Song's New Journey
Chu Song received the notification letter the earliest, and the school start date was earlier than others. The enrollment time for new students at Yannan University was right after the New Year.
Ye Xiuzhi kept saying "I'm so annoyed" and "I wish he'd just leave", but when school really started and Chu Song packed his bags to leave, she sighed again. When she went to sleep at night, she felt more and more sad, and she leaned against the window and wiped her tears silently.
Chu Yaoguo was so frightened that he lost all desire to sleep and tried to comfort the person clumsily, saying that the person was going to school and would not be coming back.
"Besides, Lao Er and Xiao Xiang are over there. You know your daughter best. How could she possibly be bullied?"
Ye Xiuzhi yelled at him: "You know shit!"
Chu Yaoguo: "..."
In February, the weather has not yet warmed up, and the cold wind blowing on my face is still like a knife.
It takes two full days for the green train to get from Huangxi to the capital. The train station is crowded, and Ye Xiuzhi sends people to the station entrance.
"Have you brought your admission letters?"
"I brought it."
"There are a lot of people on the bus, so you have to keep your valuables with you. And the money I gave you has to be kept safe. Put it inside your underwear, okay?"
"I know."
"Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you! It's been two days on the train. Drink more water."
"Uh-huh."
"Forget it. Drinking too much makes you pee more. You should drink less these two days to avoid having to go to the restroom all the time."
Xiang Baoshu and Lu Minglin were also there. The four of them had agreed to travel together. Seeing this situation, they all laughed helplessly.
Chu Song: “…”
Ye Xiuzhi: "Why are you looking at me? I'm doing this for your own good."
"Mom!" Chu Song was so full of bags that he couldn't spare a hand, so he simply nudged her with the backpack on his back. "You've told me all this at home eight hundred times, and I've memorized it by now."
"You have no conscience. Now you find me annoying, don't you?"
Ye Xiuzhi was in a terrible temper right now, especially in front of Chu Song. What else could Chu Song do? Of course he spoiled her and coaxed her into a good mood.
The mother and daughter exchanged a few more words, and the train arrived at the station. The station staff began to drive away the family members who came to see them off. No matter how reluctant Ye Xiuzhi was, she could only leave, looking back every few steps.
"Remember to write back more often. Your family doesn't need that little money!"
"I know."
The crowd split in two. Chu Song was about to board the train when the "pile of luggage" beside him suddenly moved. Chu Hang poked his head out and said, "Little sister, we're getting on the train. Remember to follow me closely."
Chu Song: "...Oh."
Chu Song carried a lot of luggage, and Chu Hang's was even more exaggerated. It was as if there was a person growing on the luggage. From a distance, one could only see the luggage moving.
Among them, most of them are Chu Song’s things.
She asked with concern: "Second brother, is it serious?"
Chu Hang thought someone finally noticed him, "Heavy!"
"Oh, then just be patient."
"..." Chu Hang looked at people with great resentment.
Chu Song hung the small bag on his chest with great effort and moved a few steps with the crowd.
At this moment, a slightly hurried but exceptionally clear voice penetrated the noisy crowd and hit her ears, "Chu Song."
Chu Song turned around when he heard the voice, a little surprised: "Xiao Fang?"
She never told him that she was taking the train today.
Fang Qingrong walked towards her against the crowd, his eyes filled with anxiety, relief, and a subtle hint of panic. He stopped in front of her, bending slightly to catch his breath, his voice hoarse.
"I...I'll come and see you off."
"Well, now you've seen me. Okay, go back."
Fang Qingrong pursed her lips, pulled out a wad of money from her pocket, and murmured, "You have to take good care of yourself over there. I don't know if you can adapt. I heard the climate in the capital is even colder than ours. Take this money first, and I'll send it later. If you need anything, just write to me, I..."
There was a large stack of banknotes, some in pieces, some scattered, some whole, some scattered. They must have been what he saved up bit by bit.
Chu Song shook her head and refused. Firstly, she was not short of money at all and did not need these things. Secondly... Chu Song felt strange. From the moment she received the admission letter, she had put an end to their relationship.
Anyone with a little bit of common sense can understand what she means through her cold and violent behavior during this period. Fang Qingrong is not Liang Jiayao. He has a brain, so how could he not understand?
Third, Chu Song likes Weng Fengwei very much. They are sisters, so why would she like to take someone else's grandson's "hard-earned money" for free?
"Xiao Fang, it's so cold. You should go back soon. Bye." Chu Song felt that he was a kind and gentle little angel.
Fang Qingrong's face turned pale in an instant, and her heart sank to the bottom.
He knew exactly what she meant, but she didn't even want his money... This was the only thing he could give her.
...She doesn't even want to touch his money anymore.
Chu Song looked at the person with an even weirder expression. She felt that Xiao Fang's expression didn't look happy, but more like he was being scammed, with a hint of despair after losing everything.
She pushed the person and said, "Oh, the train is about to leave. You should go back quickly. I have to go now."
Fang Qingrong stubbornly stuffed the money into Chu Song's hand. Chu Song couldn't resist and was forced to accept it. Never mind, she didn't mind the money!
"Can I come to see you later?"
Chu Song smiled and replied, "That's not necessary. Bye."
Fang Qingrong stood there in a daze, feeling completely rejected. There was still some warmth in her palm from the previous contact, but that little bit of warmth was swallowed up by the cold wind in an instant.
He smiled stiffly: "Okay, goodbye."
Chu Song had already turned and walked away, following the crowd onto the train, his bulging luggage on his back, without pausing for a moment. He didn't hear his goodbyes, let alone look back.
"Hey! What are you doing? Are you going to get on the train or not? If not, get out of the way!"
It was not until a pedestrian in a hurry pushed him angrily that Fang Qingrong came to his senses. He apologized softly and made way for the person.
The man rolled his eyes: "You're crazy. If you don't leave yourself, don't delay others, okay?"
As he finished speaking, he noticed the strange man's expression was quite bitter, as if he had opened a wound. He looked at the man, then at the train, and more or less guessed something, but he just smiled mockingly.
"Tsk, it's worthless."
Because of Fang Qingrong's delay, Chu Song and her second brother were separated, with a huge crowd of people between them. One could not get through and the other could not come back. Fortunately, she had a sleeper ticket, and the seats of several people were connected, so their final destination was the same.
Chu Song carried the luggage and crossed mountains and rivers and finally found his bed. Chu Hang put the luggage away and was about to go back to look for her, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had come.
Huangxi Station was not the first stop. The carriage was packed with people. The enclosed space was messy and smelled all kinds of things, and there were also the sounds of children crying.
Chu Song just frowned, and the next second, a glass of lemonade was handed to her. Lu Minglin said considerately: "Drink some, you will feel better. The cup is new."
I really don't know where he got it from. Chu Song didn't bother to be polite with him. He gulped down a big mouthful and felt a lot more refreshed.
After drinking, he patted his chest and stuffed the empty cup back into Lu Minglin's hand. His look and attitude were no different from those of an ancient rich girl ordering her servants around.
Lu Minglin was quite happy, as this showed that Chu Song didn't treat him as an outsider. He had seen the scene outside the train. Although he didn't hear what the two people said, judging from Fang Qingrong's expression, it was probably good news.
Without Liang Jiayao and Fang Qingrong... Lu Minglin exhaled slowly and felt that the terrible smell in the car was not so unbearable.
The future is bright.
Chu Song was on the lower bunk, Xiang Baoshu was on the upper bunk, and there were passers-by opposite them. He was sitting back to back with Lu Minglin and Chu Hang, separated by a carriage wall.
She got up early in the morning, packed her luggage and went to the city to catch the train before dawn, and ran around carrying the heavy luggage. Chu Song felt drowsy as soon as she got on the train. She buried her head in the quilt and was not woken up by hunger until the evening.
It happened to be mealtime, and those who could would order boxed lunches on the train, but most people chose to eat the dry food they brought with them, with hot water, for a simple meal.
Chu Song naturally couldn't eat the dry steamed buns. Although the lunch box on the train didn't taste very good, at least it was hot. She took out Xiang Baoshu's homemade rice sauce. As soon as she opened the lid, the aroma wafted out. The smell was really tempting.
"Dad, I want to eat her!"
Opposite Chu Song was a father and son. The man was about thirty or forty years old, and the child was about six or seven years old. Judging from their clothes, they didn't look like a family that was short of money.
The child stared at Chu Song's rice with his eyes fixed on it, almost trying to snatch it away. While staring at it, he pestered his father and made a fuss to eat it too.
Most people would probably feel embarrassed when seeing this scene, and would either put it away awkwardly or be forced to be generous and share some.
Chu Song didn't do that. She ignored him completely and instead had a desire to perform. She deliberately made the food in her bowl taste better and better, making people drool.
The child couldn't stand it anymore, crying, making a fuss, and even threatening to commit suicide. The man was pestered by him and when Chu Song didn't respond, he finally said, "Hello, I want to buy some of your sauce. How much is it?"
"Two hundred and fifty."
The man's eyes widened. "It's so expensive, you're crazy!"
Chu Song never indulged such people. "You are crazy. If you want to buy it, buy it. If not, get out."
"You!" How can you be so uncultured.
"What do you mean by 'I'? Didn't you ask how much it cost? I thought it was so generous, but this is all it is?"
The man is not short of money, but he spent 250 on the hot sauce in her hand. Is he crazy?
"I don't think you're serious about selling it."
Chu Song said coldly: "Oh, so what?"
The man choked, and the child beside him saw that crying was useless, so he reached out to grab the rice sauce that Chu Song had placed on the table. He was used to being the "crown prince" and really thought that everyone had to give in to him. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Chu Song kicked him back.
This is the advantage of having long legs. The child was kicked back onto the bed, leaving a conspicuous footprint on his chest.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The child was stunned for a moment, then he started howling and cursing after he came to his senses, crying that Chu Song was bullying him.
The people around who were watching the fun saw that he was the first to reach out and they were whispering and watching the fun.
The man looked around, not wanting to make too much noise, so he accused in a seemingly "reasonable" manner: "You are such an adult, why are you still arguing with a child? He is still a child. What can't be discussed properly? You just kicked him, which is too much."
But when his son reached out to grab the food, he saw it all and did nothing to stop him.
Chu Song didn't waste any time and kicked him too.
Although the damage was not great, it was extremely humiliating. The man was kicked in the face and turned red with anger on the spot.
Chu Song smiled: "Okay, I won't kick him, I'll kick you. Are you satisfied now?"
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