Only then did the woman's family realize how important Chu Xia's role was, and they turned around to thank her.

But they found that she was no longer in the hospital corridor.

Chu Xia left the hospital when she heard that the old man was fine.

When she walked out of the hospital gate, it was already late outside. She walked towards where she parked her car. As soon as she raised her foot, she turned around and saw a familiar tall figure.

Chu Xia was stunned: "Zhengnian?"

Her originally calm mood suddenly rippled when she saw him.

Cen Zhengnian stood under a tree at the entrance of the hospital. The leaves on the tree had not fallen yet, but those leaves could not be seen clearly in the dark.

All she could see was Cen Zhengnian's graceful figure reflected by the light at the entrance, as if the light was loving him.

Cen Zhengnian walked towards Chu Xia step by step, and the light came in front of her.

"Are you tired?" Cen Zhengnian's hand gently touched Chuxia's face, his brows slightly wrinkled, and his eyes showed heartache.

He could see the fatigue in the corners of Chuxia's eyes and eyebrows, and reached out to touch her head.

Chuxia's strength was gone in an instant. She reached out to hug Cen Zhengnian, buried her head in his arms, and said with grievance: "I'm so tired, my legs are sore from standing, and they don't believe in my medical skills."

Cen Zhengnian patted her back gently: "It's okay, I'm here, I'll give you a massage when I get home."

The two got in the car, and Cen Zhengnian started the car and drove towards the family courtyard of the research institute.

Chuxia rubbed her calf, and then asked Cen Zhengnian: "Why did you come to the hospital? When did you come?"

Cen Zhengnian looked straight ahead and said in a gentle voice: "It's too late, I'm worried about you."

So after ending the call with Chuxia, Cen Zhengnian took a taxi to the hospital.

Chuxia's mouth curled up uncontrollably, looking at the road in front of her. Although the scenery on both sides of the road was not clear at all, she inexplicably felt that the scenery was beautiful and she was in a good mood.

A few days later, the furniture and luggage shipped from the northwest arrived. Jiang Shengnan found a truck and transported all the things back from the train station.

She and her father's things were sent to the rest home, and Chuxia, Cen Zhengnian, and Cen Huaian's things in the northwest, Jiang Shengnan asked the master to help deliver to the courtyard house in Xidan.

Chuxia had a shift that day, but she had given Jiang Shengnan a key to the courtyard house before, so she could go to the courtyard house at any time.

Jiang Shengnan was stunned by Chuxia's consent and pulled the things into the courtyard house.

After buying this courtyard house in early summer, although it was not renovated because it was not ready for living, the courtyard house was well preserved and not in a bad state.

This was Jiang Shengnan's first time to visit a courtyard house in Xidan, and Father Cen followed her in.

"This courtyard is nice." She looked up and saw several persimmon trees in the courtyard, which were full of yellow-red persimmons like small lanterns.

Jiang Shengnan smiled and said, "Many of these persimmons are ripe!"

Because no one had taken care of the persimmons on this tree, many birds came to peck at them, and many of the ripe persimmons were pecked to pieces.

Father Cen was directing the deliveryman to lift the furniture. When he heard what Jiang Shengnan said, he turned around to look at the persimmon tree next to him, nodded and said, "It's time to eat them."

If they don't eat them now, the persimmons will either be eaten by birds or fall to the ground when they are ripe.

The persimmon tree has been in this yard for who knows how many years. It has grown tall and thick. If you want to pick the persimmons by hand, you can only climb up the tree.

Jiang Shengnan and Father Cen are too old to climb a tree. They were thinking about whether to pay more money to let the deliveryman help pick the persimmons when a boy from next door climbed up the wall.

Half of his body was exposed, and he shouted to Jiang Shengnan and Father Cen: "Grandpa! Grandma! Are you the owners of this house?"

The boy's crisp voice was filled with curiosity and frankness.

Jiang Shengnan looked up at the boy, and when her eyes met the pure smile of age on his face, the corners of her mouth also rose.

"No, but the owner of this house is my daughter-in-law."

The boy smiled widely, and with a force, he jumped down from the wall nimbly.

"The persimmons in your house are about to ripen. If you don't pick them, they will fall."

Jiang Shengnan saw what he meant, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I know."

The boy looked at her and Mr. Cen, and his smile became even bigger, with a pair of white and neat teeth.

"Grandma, can I help you pick persimmons? Just give me a few of the persimmons you pick."

Jiang Shengnan heard him say this, without any surprise on her face, still smiling, nodded and said: "Of course."

The boy's eyes lit up instantly, and his smile seemed to reach his ears: "Then grandma, can I ask my friends to come along? Just give each of them a persimmon."

Jiang Shengnan looked at the straightforward boy, and the smile on her face could not be wiped away: "Sure."

The boy whistled in the direction of the wall, and immediately saw five more boys of his age on the top of the wall, both boys and girls.

They heard the conversation between the two, jumped down from the wall with a shout of joy, and climbed the tree nimbly while laughing and shouting "Thank you grandpa and grandma".

The movements of the boys were very skillful, and they divided the work without discussing. The three climbed the tree to pick persimmons, and the three carefully caught the persimmons in the basket.

All the ripe and almost ripe persimmons on the tree were picked.

The masters moved the furniture, and the boys also picked the persimmons.

Jiang Shengnan distributed the persimmons to them as agreed. While distributing them, she smiled and said casually: "You are very skilled in picking persimmons?"

The boys were slurping the persimmon juice, and they subconsciously replied: "Yes, we pick persimmons every year."

"Huh?" Jiang Shengnan smiled meaningfully and looked at the boys.

The boy realized that Jiang Shengnan had misunderstood, and immediately explained in a panic: "Grandma, we didn't pick your persimmons, but our own."

Jiang Shengnan laughed and gave the persimmons to the boy who had finished eating, saying: "I know. This place didn't belong to my daughter-in-law before."

The boys laughed happily and asked Jiang Shengnan why her daughter-in-law didn't live here after buying a house.

"There is a very large ice skating rink near us, it's fun."

Jiang Shengnan winked at them: "Do you have to live here after buying a house?"

The boys all nodded, "Yes, why would you buy it if you don't live there?"

Jiang Shengnan: "Because I like it."

The boys all widened their eyes and looked at Jiang Shengnan in shock, "Grandma, your family is so rich!"

You can buy whatever you like, and you can buy the yard whenever you want.

"That's not true." Jiang Shengnan shook her head and didn't say anything more.

The boys didn't ask any more questions, because everyone would be more sensitive when talking about money.

The boys ate persimmons to satisfy their hunger, and said goodbye to Jiang Shengnan and Mr. Cen one by one, and jumped out of the wall and left.

"These kids are really interesting. Talking to them makes me feel younger."

Jiang Shengnan looked at Mr. Cen, the smile on her face still on: "It's much more interesting than talking to you."

Mr. Cen was not convinced: "You have lived with me for most of your life even if I am boring."

Jiang Shengnan snorted: "That's because I am kind. Otherwise, with your temper, you won't be able to find a wife!"

Mr. Cen let her talk, his eyes fixed on her. Since returning to the capital, Jiang Shengnan has completely lost the nervous and busy state she had when she was working in the northwest.

She seemed to have returned to her youth, without so many worries, and she looked very energetic.

Mr. Cen felt sorry for the former Jiang Shengnan, and was also happier that she could put down those heavy burdens now.

The persimmons were left in the courtyard by Jiang Shengnan and Mr. Cen. They went home and called Chuxia, asking her not to forget to go to the courtyard to get them.

Jiang Shengnan said with a hearty laugh: "It's just right to see if the furniture I put in the right place. If you don't like it, you can move it yourself."

"Mom, I believe in your aesthetics."

In the small building in the northwest, Jiang Shengnan decorated the room for her and An'an very well.

When Chuxia didn't have work, it happened that Cen Huaian also had a day off, so she drove him to the Xidan courtyard.

After opening the vermilion door, many yellow leaves fell in the yard again. The green persimmons that were not picked on the persimmon tree turned red in just a few days. Chuxia

walked into the door and stepped on the fallen leaves, which made a "crackling" sound.

"An'an, your grandmother said that the persimmons were placed in the main living room. You can go in and take a look."

She walked under the persimmon tree and looked at the ripe persimmons and thought about how to pick those persimmons.

Who would have thought that just as Chuxia approached the persimmon tree, there was a sound of flapping wings, and all the birds that were enjoying the persimmons on the tree flew up.

"Mom, there are persimmons, and a lot of them!"

Cen Huaian said as he walked out of the house with two persimmons in his hand.

Jiang Shengnan told Chuxia about the persimmons that were too ripe to keep, and that day she distributed them to some boys who picked persimmons and the masters who moved goods.

Those persimmons could not be kept for a long time and would soon go bad. Because it was too late that day, Jiang Shengnan took the persimmons to Chuxia's home the next day. There

were too many persimmons left, and they could still be kept, but Jiang Shengnan couldn't carry them on the bus, so she didn't take them.

Chuxia and Cen Zhengnian couldn't finish the ripe persimmons, so she shared some with Shi Qin and her colleagues in the hospital, and asked Cen Zhengnian to take the rest to the research institute.

The courtyard was not soundproof, after all, it was an open-air courtyard. As soon as Cen Huaian finished speaking, a black head popped out from the wall next door.

"Hi! Are you the owners of this courtyard?"

Cen Huaian looked up at the boy with a bright smile: "Are you the boy my grandma mentioned who will help pick persimmons?"

"It's me and my friends. The persimmons on your tree are about to ripen again. Do you need help picking them?"

Cen Huaian looked at Chu Xia. Chu Xia had been standing aside and watching the two of them with a smile. When she met Cen Huaian's gaze, she smiled and said, "An An, you decide."

The boy said, "Just give us a few persimmons. Isn't this a good deal?"

Cen Huaian nodded: "Yes, you guys come and pick them."

The boy's smile became even brighter when he heard this. He turned his head and waved behind him, and he and his friends jumped into the yard again.

The teenager was quite curious about his peers. While picking persimmons, he asked Cen Huaian who was standing under the tree, "My name is Dou Baishui, what's your name?"

Cen Huaian also helped to pick persimmons, looked up and said, "Cen Huaian."

"Your name is really nice!"

"Yes, yes."

The other teenagers responded one after another. A teenager with thick eyebrows and big eyes but dark skin said, "Unlike my dad, who named me Liu Jianshe, there are three people with the same name as me on our street!"

"And me!" A girl with a student-style haircut said, "My dad named me Liu Hongxin, saying that it means a red heart facing the sun, which is too rustic."

The other teenagers also complained about their names that were casually given by their parents.

Chuxia did not participate in the conversation of these teenagers. After watching them pick persimmons for a while, she went into the house to see the arrangement of the furniture in the northwest.

Grandpa Jiang's calligraphy is still hanging in her and Cen Zhengnian's bedroom. No matter when you look at that calligraphy, the carefree and casual artistic conception still makes people yearn for it.

Chuxia thought of the calligraphy that Cen Zhengnian wrote for her. She carefully kept it at home and would take it out to look at it when she remembered it sometimes.

Since the two reunited in the capital, they have never written to each other, and Cen Zhengnian has never written with a brush again.

Chuxia suddenly became interested, took out paper and pen from her bag, wiped the table in the room a little, and leaned over the table to write a letter.

However, after writing Cen Zhengnian's name, Chuxia didn't know how to write anymore.

She looked up and looked out the window. The young men and Cen Huaian outside were happily picking persimmons, and their happy voices were floating in the whole yard.

Chuxia's mouth curled up, and she knew what to write.

"Zhengnian, today An'an and I came to the courtyard to see the furniture sent from Northwest. The courtyard has not changed much since we bought it, except that the persimmon trees that were bare then are now full of persimmons.

Here An'an and I met a group of interesting teenagers..."

Chuxia wrote about Dou Baishui coming out of the wall, the conversation between several people, and the scene of picking persimmons in the letter.

"I entered the room and saw the words written by my grandfather again, which reminded me of the first time I went to the Northwest.

At that time you even wrote a piece of calligraphy for me overnight. Now when I think of how I felt when I saw the calligraphy, I still feel happy. Fortunately, An An didn’t know the meaning of the poem at that time, so I didn’t feel embarrassed.

It’s just a pity that I haven’t seen you write such calligraphy since I came to the capital. "

When the persimmon picking outside was over, Chu Xia’s letter was also finished. She finally wrote:

"The ripe persimmons were picked into baskets by An An and several young men. They were very happy. I looked at them and felt that the good days were no more than this. It’s a pity that you didn’t see these scenes. I hope you will be there next time when I pick persimmons. "

Chuxia folded up the letter she had written, and when she returned home from the courtyard, she went to the store to buy envelopes.

Cen Huaian was puzzled. His father, grandparents were all in the capital, so who would his mother write to?

Chuxia met his puzzled look and distributed the envelopes to him: "These are for you."

Cen Huaian would also write letters to Bangzi in Liangzhou and his friends in the northwest every month.

These were friends that Cen Huaian had always been in contact with. They were all in high school now, and several of them had made an appointment with Cen Huaian to wait for them to pass the exam to come to the capital and go to college with Cen Huaian. Cen Huaian no longer

thought about the stationery that Chuxia had in her hands. He thought they were all bought for him.

Unfortunately, when he ran out of stationery and asked his mother for more, Chuxia spread her hands and said, "Mine are all used up, too. "

Cen Zhengnian went home at night and saw an envelope on the bedroom table. He thought it was a letter from Chu Xia and didn't pay much attention to it.

But when he put the work calculation paper on the table, he saw the name of the recipient on the envelope out of the corner of his eye. It was his own name.

Cen Zhengnian showed doubt in his eyes and picked up the envelope. The familiar handwriting and the sender on the envelope made him smile.

Cen Zhengnian opened the envelope, pulled out the letter from it, opened it, and the sight of it made him fall into memories.

He gently stroked the handwriting on the envelope. He hadn't received a letter from Chu Xia for a long time.

Cen Zhengnian withdrew his thoughts and read from the first line of the letter.

The more he read, the more he couldn't stop smiling, and the scenes written by Chu Xia emerged in his mind.

Cen Huaian and several teenagers picked persimmons, and she went into the room. Look at the furniture and the grandfather's handwriting.

When he saw the back, Cen Zhengnian was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of the letter he received from Chuxia saying that the fruits and beef and mutton in the northwest were delicious.

He smiled and shook his head, but guilt rose in his heart. He took the letter in his hand and went into the study.

Chuxia was sitting in the living room looking at today's patient records. Seeing Cen Zhengnian's figure and the letter in his hand, the corners of her mouth immediately curled up.

Cen Huaian was eating an apple and noticed Chuxia's smile. He looked in the direction of her gaze in confusion, but only saw his father's figure. He was even more confused: What is my mother laughing at?

When Cen Zhengnian came out of the study with a written brush, Cen Huaian was still puzzled. Until

Cen Zhengnian smiled and handed the calligraphy to Chuxia: "Do you like this calligraphy? "

When Chuxia opened the letter, Cen Huaian saw the poem written on it, "The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The gentleman dreams of a beautiful lady."

Cen Huaian suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Cen Zhengnian and then at Chuxia, moved to the side of the sofa, and tried to make his presence less noticeable.

Chuxia took a quick look and closed it immediately. Her face turned slightly red, and she couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of her mouth.

She looked up at Cen Zhengnian and nodded in a very good mood: "I like it!"

Cen Zhengnian sat next to her: "Aren't you going to finish reading it?"

Chuxia shook her head. She still remembered that Cen Huaian was in the living room: "Go back to the room and read it."

Cen Zhengnian smiled and said, "Okay. "

Cen Huaian felt like the light bulb in the living room, big and bright.

Cen Zhengnian also read the rest of the letter in his room. He put the letter away carefully, his eyes falling on Chuxia who was admiring his handwriting.

"I also hope that next time I pick persimmons, I can be with you and An'an."

But recently Cen Zhengnian and his colleagues have been busy again, because they have a new mission this year, which is a cooperation with foreign countries. This is also China's first international research mission.

If this mission is a complete success, they will have a lot of work and international cooperation in the future.

They are working hard on research these days, hoping to shorten the time to complete the task as much as possible.

Chuxia was finally satisfied with the words, put them away and said, "This year's persimmons have been picked, you can wait until next year."

Cen Zhengnian was silent for a moment: "Okay. "

Jiang Zhida finally completed the order for pagers in Guangzhou. He lost weight, but felt more energetic.

The first thing he did when he returned to Beijing was to have a good sleep. He slept for a whole day and night before he felt full.

If he was not so hungry, he could have continued to sleep.

Jiang Zhida, who was eating big mouthfuls of food to fill his stomach in Yunmengze, threw a handbag he brought out of the room to Shen Chuan.

"Here are the things I brought in Guangzhou."

"Pager?" Shen Chuan opened the backpack, picked up one and said, "I have this thing."

Jiang Zhida: "This is made by my factory, feel it."

Shen Chuan turned on the operation, with some surprise in his eyes: "It feels better than the one I had, it can even display Chinese characters! "

One per person, and the rest will be employee benefits. Hongxiao, you will be in charge."

Tu Hongxiao had already picked out a black pager and held it in his hand. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Tu Hongxiao was in charge of the employee benefits. He knew how to distribute the benefits and make the employees work harder in Yunmengze.

On Sunday, Jiang Zhida went to Chiang's grandfather's house and distributed a pager to each person, just like distributing toys. He said in a heroic tone: "It's a new product, try it out. "

Zhang Lu only knew about pagers, but had never used one. When she got the pager, curiosity showed on her face, and she learned how to use it after studying it for a while.

This must be combined with a telephone to call people.

For example, if you want to find someone, you can call a public paging station. The operator at the paging station will write down the number and content you want to call, and send it through the wireless channel.

The person who receives the call can find a public phone nearby to call you.

There are two types of public paging stations, manual and automatic. The operation methods of calling different paging stations are slightly different, but the core steps are similar.

There is a public telephone in Grandpa Jiang’s house. Zhang Lu took the pager and couldn’t help but ran to the phone to call the public paging station and called Cen Huaian’s pager.

The pager in Cen Huaian’s hand immediately made a "beep, beep, beep" sound.

He turned on the pager, and it was written on it that Zhang Lu had just paged him. Some surprise appeared in his eyes.

The pager is so small, but it can have such a function. Cen Huaian wanted to take apart the small machine and take a look inside.

Chu Xia saw the curiosity in his eyes and said to him: "In fact, this machine is easy to make. The key is to support the wireless technology of the pager to send messages."

Hearing this, Cen Huaian looked down at the pager with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and became interested in wireless technology.

On the way back from Grandpa Jiang's house, Cen Huaian told Chuxia that he wanted to go to the bookstore.

In the Xinhua Bookstore, Cen Huaian borrowed some books about wireless information.

Cen Huaian does this no matter what knowledge he is interested in, he buys books in the bookstore and goes home to read.

When he has learned almost everything and understands the principles, he puts the book away and studies the next knowledge.

Cen Huaian likes the process of accepting new knowledge, which allows him to understand the world more deeply and explore more mysteries.

In addition to going to Grandpa Jiang's house, Chuxia will take Cen Huaian or go to the rest home by herself when she is free.

Bring some food and drinks to Jiang Shengnan and Cen's father, check their pulses, and give Cen's father acupuncture to regulate his body.

Cen's father's arm is much better now. Although it is not as good as before, he no longer gets sick from time to time like before, and he doesn't feel as heavy as before.

He knows his own body well. Before Chuxia took care of him, the hidden injuries in his body tortured him a lot.

They are not life-threatening injuries, but the pain is so torturous that people hate to give up this life.

Father Cen is still a person with strong willpower, and he can endure it. If it were someone else, they might not be able to endure so many hidden injuries.

Chuxia's acupuncture plan for Father Cen has been changing. She is very dedicated to taking care of Father Cen's body. Even if the best effect is not achieved, it is good to relieve his pain.

Jiang Shengnan has met many neighbors in the retirement home, and they don't talk about work now. The work is confidential, and they talk more about the younger generation.

Jiang Shengnan praised Chuxia a lot. Every time she went out, she would always praise her daughter-in-law. She could not stop talking about it.

Especially the fact that Chuxia treated the two old people, Jiang Shengnan would talk about it every time she went out.

Now everyone who knew Jiang Shengnan in the retirement home knew that she had a daughter-in-law who was good at medicine and filial.

Everyone always felt that Jiang Shengnan exaggerated Chuxia's medical skills, and thought that she said so because she was overly praising her daughter-in-law's filial piety, so no one took it seriously.

After all, people who praise their own children know that they will always exaggerate the advantages of their children at home.

After enjoying the envious eyes of others, Jiang Shengnan did not care whether they believed it or not, as long as she knew it herself.

After Chuxia finished acupuncture, she sat on the sofa, waiting for the time to remove the needles. Jiang Shengnan poured her a glass of water and placed it in front of her: "Drink some water. How are your father's hidden injuries now?"

"It's getting better. He will get better if he continues to insist on treatment."

Jiang Shengnan certainly saw the changes in Mr. Cen's body now, but after getting Chuxia's assurance, she was more relieved.

Mr. Cen lay on the sofa with half-closed eyes, waiting for Chuxia to remove the needles.

As a result, he really fell asleep at some point, and he didn't even know when Chuxia removed the needles.

Jiang Shengnan didn't push Mr. Cen awake, but took out a quilt from the room and covered him with it.

She looked at Mr. Cen lying on the sofa and said to Chuxia, "Your father used to suffer from insomnia. Since you treated him, he now sleeps better at night than before."

Chuxia arranged her needles and said, "When the hidden injuries in Dad's body get better, his other body functions will gradually return to normal."

Jiang Shengnan's smile got bigger. She was now confident that she and her husband could take care of their health.

Chuxia came out of the rest home after lunch and was about to drive her own car home when a very fast woman suddenly ran up to her.

"Doctor Luo, I finally got you!"

It was the woman who had dragged Chuxia to save people last time.

Chuxia stopped and said, "Your father is back, so he doesn't need my help anymore."

The woman shook her head quickly, "No, we just want to thank you. My family and I have heard from the doctor at the hospital that if you hadn't helped in time, my father would have faced serious consequences."

Chuxia said, "I appreciate your thanks. But I'm a doctor, and saving lives is my duty."

So there's no need to thank her again. As long as the old man is healthy, Chuxia's rescue was not in vain.

The woman insisted, "At that time, none of my relatives recognized your medical skills. If you hadn't saved people without letting bygones be bygones, my father might have really become paralyzed. My brothers and sisters know they were wrong and want to find a chance to apologize to you. Dr. Luo, you must give us a chance to make amends!"

Chuxia didn't need their atonement. She was misunderstood many times. There were also people in the hospital who didn't believe in her medical skills. If she cared about it every time, she would be angry all day.

Therefore, Chuxia didn't care about these. She would treat those who believed in her medical skills and not those who didn't. This was the simplest thing.

But the woman insisted, and Chuxia couldn't leave because she was pestered by her. She could only go to the villa where the woman's father was. Her brothers and sisters were also there, and they felt embarrassed when they saw Chuxia's face.

"Doctor Luo, we were blind to the truth before, so I won't say any more. If you have any questions in the future, just tell me. There is nothing I, Dou Zhang, can't do!"

The woman's other brothers and sisters also spoke up, apologizing and thanking her.

Chu Xia left the hospital early because she was afraid of encountering such a scene, but she didn't expect that she couldn't avoid it.

She told these people that this was her duty, and then, at the woman's request, she took the old man's pulse.

"He's recovering well. You've taken good care of him. Just keep doing this."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "I was always worried that I wouldn't be able to take good care of my father. Thank you, Doctor Luo. Now I can finally rest assured."

When Chuxia was about to leave, the woman forced money and gifts on Chuxia, and stuffed all the valuable things in the house into her hands.

Chuxia refused, and when she tried to refuse, she ran away quickly.

As for Dou Zhang's words to find him if there was anything, Chuxia didn't take it to heart.

The autumn rain brings cold weather.

After several rainy days, the weather suddenly turned cold. Cen Huaian rode his bike to Yunmengze for dinner again, wearing gloves and a hat. Zhang Lu was dressed the same as him.

After they got the pager, they didn't use it often, unless the school suddenly arranged other things that needed parents, they would use it to contact their parents.

Therefore, they usually put their pagers in their bags, and he and Zhang Lu never took them out.

As the weather got colder, the time for the Beijing City Mathematical Olympiad was getting closer.

Teacher Jiang has stricter requirements for students like Cen Huaian who are about to participate in the competition. They have to go to class longer every day, and do more difficult questions.

Teacher Jiang often says, "If you can't solve these questions, there is no need to participate in the competition. It's embarrassing for me."

In the high school math competition class, Cen Huaian is Teacher Jiang's favorite, and he is always praised. When many students in the class encounter difficult questions and the teacher is not there, they will ask Cen Huaian.

Although Cen Huaian doesn't talk much, he never hides anything from his classmates. Mathematics is not something that can be memorized, it tests thinking ability, and the teaching questions will not affect his grades. Others will still not be able to solve difficult questions.

Sometimes when Teacher Jiang was lazy, he would ask Cen Huaian to go to the podium to explain the problem, and he could not only explain one method.

Other students looked at Cen Huaian with admiration as he clearly and fluently explained his three solutions on the stage, and turned around and asked Teacher Jiang: "Teacher, do you need to continue?"

Teacher Jiang asked him to leave, and the students could not remember other solutions if he explained more.

Finally, the day of the competition arrived, and the school arranged a bus to take the group of high school juniors and sophomores to the examination site.

The bus was clearly divided, with the high school juniors sitting in one row and the sophomores sitting in another, without interfering with each other.

There were senior high school students who had heard of Cen Huaian's reputation. Some of them looked at him quietly, and whispered to the people next to them: "Is it him?"

"Yes, he looks the youngest among the sophomores."

"It's him, I've seen him."

"I heard that he is the fastest and has the highest accuracy in Olympiad papers."

"The papers for sophomores are different from ours. We won't be worse than him in the competition."

The senior high school students whispered, and the sophomores also discussed these senior high school students who participated in the competition with them.

Cen Huaian was the only one sitting in the car with his eyes closed, Zhang Lu looked down at her Olympiad paper, and everyone else was chatting quietly.

This time, the Beijing high school mathematics competition was not held in No. 4 Middle School, but in the Affiliated Middle School. When the group arrived at the venue, there were still 40 minutes before the start of the exam.

The cold wind outside hurts people's faces. If you wear thin clothes, it seems that the wind can blow into your bones.

Cen Huaian and others did not wait outside. They went into the examination room after verifying their identities.

The teachers who sent the students here also arranged a special place for them to rest.

When Cen Huaian got the examination paper for this city competition, his eyebrows wrinkled: this paper is too difficult. His classmates in the same Olympiad class as him in the second year of high school will probably not do well. It

is useless to think too much now. Cen Huaian calmed his mind, focused on his own paper, and started answering questions with a pen.

Because of the difficulty, many questions have traps that can easily make people fall, so Cen Huaian's speed of answering questions has slowed down.

He was afraid that he would accidentally step into the traps in the questions. If he encountered questions with a lot of calculations, it would take more time to come back and do them.

Other candidates lowered their heads and frowned, thinking hard, while others took pens to quickly calculate and write questions.

At this moment, the cruelty of the competition was revealed. If you can do it, you can do it, and if you can't do it, you can't do it. Being able to enter the school's Olympiad class does not mean that you have a high talent for mathematics. There will always be people who are better and work harder than you.

Cen Huaian wrote the questions step by step steadily. When he finished all the questions, it took him the longest time in the competition. There was not much time left for checking.

He glanced at the time and lowered his head to check the questions he had done. The exam time was up before he could check the questions. The invigilator collected the papers one by one and did not allow any students to continue writing.

Cen Huaian flipped through the paper, quickly scanned the questions he had done at the back, and handed in the paper.

After going out, he heard countless people wailing that the questions in this competition were too difficult.

Some people were even forced to hand in their papers after only doing half of the paper, and some people only did one side. There were many candidates who did not finish

the paper. Zhang Lu was crying when she left the examination room: "An An, it's over! I am really here to compete for nothing."

Cen Huaian hurriedly asked her: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Lu took a deep breath: "I haven't finished the questions, and I'm not sure if I did the questions before correctly. The teacher is right, our level is really not good enough to participate in the competition now."

Zhang Lu howled twice, and her mood improved after she vented her depression. She is only a sophomore now, and she will take the exam again when she is a senior. I don't believe she will do poorly!

When the senior contestant from No. 4 Middle School came out, her face was a little pale, and her steps were a little weak. It seemed that she was hit hard.

Now no one asked Cen Huaian how he did in the exam, except Zhang Lu and Teacher Jiang.

Cen Huaian only said that it was done, but he didn't know how it was done until the inspection was completed.