Jiang Suihe stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do. She could only glance at Jiang Ling and then at Jiang Zhishan.
"Alright, alright, just accept what your uncle gave you! Suihe, you have to live up to the gift your uncle gave you!" Jiang Ling said, glancing at the stubborn Jiang Zhishan with feigned weakness.
Jiang Suihe nodded firmly and carefully put away the writing implements.
That night, the siblings talked for a long time, from embarrassing things they did as children to their mother.
"Big sister, you won't blame our mother, will you?" Jiang Zhishan asked Jiang Ling.
These words put Jiang Ling in a difficult position. She wasn't the real Jiang Ling. In her previous world, her mother was kind and gentle, always thinking of her and asking about her first thing in everything. That's why Jiang Ling felt so unfamiliar with this mother, and had even harbored hatred towards her before.
Looking at Jiang Ling's complicated expression, Jiang Zhishan regretted asking the question. He bit his lip and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Big sister, Mother had a lot of helplessness back then. I... I hope you can understand her. When I went back for the Spring Festival this year, I found that she had really aged a lot, and her back was much more bent!"
Grandma Jiang was not Jiang Ling's biological mother, and Jiang Ling could not feel the sadness in Jiang Zhishan's words.
But she still said against her will, "Forget it, let bygones be bygones! Although I have divorced Lu Youren, I no longer belong to the Jiang family. It's best if we see each other less in the future!"
"Big sister...you..." Jiang Ling's words left Jiang Zhishan speechless, and in the end, all that remained was a sigh.
Not wanting to make the atmosphere too awkward, Jiang Ling pretended to yawn and said to Jiang Zhishan, "Zhishan, it's getting late, you should get some rest!"
The two returned to their room in silence.
The next day, just as the rising sun was beginning to paint the dark sky with a reddish hue, Jiang Suihe woke up. Rather than saying she was awake, it would be more accurate to say she hadn't slept soundly all night.
"Suihe, are you awake?" Jiang Ling's voice came from inside.
Jiang Suihe responded as she changed her clothes and opened the door.
From today onwards, she will be a student at Linghui Academy, and for some reason, she feels a little nervous.
For breakfast, Jiang Ling specially fried dough sticks and eggs and arranged them in the shape of "100". Jiang Suihe looked at the somewhat strange shape in front of her and asked, "Mom, what is this?"
"Ah, this... this was passed down from your maternal grandmother. Eating it will definitely guarantee your academic progress!"
Listening to Jiang Ling's explanation, Jiang Suihe muttered softly, "Why is Mom getting more and more superstitious lately? But these fried dough sticks and eggs smell so good, never mind, let's eat them first!"
After watching Jiang Suihe finish her breakfast, Jiang Ling took out a large bag from the bedroom and said to Jiang Suihe, "Suihe, here are some clean clothes, writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones!"
Then Jiang Ling took out three silver coins and several dozen copper coins from her pocket and placed them in front of Jiang Suihe, continuing, "Take this money first. Don't skimp on yourself when you get to Linghui Academy. Eat whatever you want. You should know that writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones are very expensive, so don't be stingy with your money!"
As she spoke, Jiang Ling's eyes reddened. Jiang Suihe wasn't much better off. She had felt a pang of sadness this morning, and after eating breakfast, she couldn't hold back her emotions after hearing her mother's words.
A few tears fell onto the table, and Jiang Suihe said with a slight sob, "Mother... I... I know, I won't let you down! I will definitely study hard!"
Jiang Suihe's tears seemed to have infected Jiang Ling, whose vision gradually blurred. Ever since sending Jiang Wenxi away, Jiang Ling had repeatedly asked herself if what she had done was too cruel during her sleepless nights.
Now, Jiang Ling personally sent Jiang Suihe to Linghui Academy. Although it was only in Pingxi County, and the carriage would only take half an hour to get there, the thought that her daughter could only come back once every two or three months made her feel extremely sour, like she had swallowed a lemon.
She even had a slight regret about why she wanted her daughter to study hard and become outstanding. However, time flies, and she was not Jiang Ling from ancient times, but Jiang Ling, a strong woman from the 21st century. Even in ancient times, she did not want her daughter's life to be confined to the small plot of land she stood on. She did not want her daughter to be illiterate, to marry and have children at a young age, and to live a haphazard and repetitive life.
Yes, that's how conflicted she was. Thinking of this, she wiped away her tears and said to Jiang Suihe, "Suihe, don't think about home. Your brother and I are here. You just need to study hard, get out of Lujia Village, and go to Qingzhou or even Shengjing like your uncle!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Suihe was even more stunned. She threw down her bundle, rushed into Jiang Ling's arms, and burst into tears.
"Hey, what are you doing so early in the morning?"
Zhao Erleng's wife stood at the door, looking at the scene before her with some bewilderment.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked in the direction of Zhao Erleng's wife.
Zhao Erleng's wife, who usually had a pretty good mental fortitude, stood somewhat awkwardly at the door, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, unsure of what to do.
"Aunt Erleng, come in quickly!" Jiang Yaojie reacted quickly, stepping forward and affectionately pulling on Zhao Erleng's arm.
Zhao Erleng's wife was awkwardly pulled into the yard by Jiang Yaojie.
Seeing that someone had arrived, Jiang Suihe quickly wiped away her tears and pulled herself out of Jiang Ling's arms.
"Suihe is going to study and she's reluctant to leave me!" Jiang Ling quickly wiped her eyes and explained.
“I understand, I understand. Little girls are bound to be a bit sentimental. My eldest child is the same! He misses me when he can’t see me!” Zhao Erleng’s wife said as she put the basket she was carrying on the table.
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