There are no such coincidences in the world. The book also said that the villain Cen Huaian and the hero Qi Ming have known each other since childhood. The

book describes that Cen Huaian is a man with high IQ and strong ability, but he is too cruel.

He and Qi Ming grew up wildly, no one cared about them, and one had a father and mother who loved him.

As a result, the endings of the two were completely opposite. Cen Huaian was destined to perish since birth.

Many plots in the book "The God of the Times" were just a rough impression in Chuxia's mind, but she was impressed by this paragraph.

Especially when she heard the name Qi Ming, these words would automatically emerge in her mind.

Not surprisingly, Qi Ming next door is the hero.

But Chu Xia was not very nervous, because it was still a long way from the plot development, and it would not start until the two of them grew up.

Qi Ming now was just a child who still drank malt milk, and Cen Huaian was also slowly changing.

A flap of a butterfly's wings could cause a hurricane. Now it flapped more than once, so the changes caused would not be just a little bit, and Cen Huaian's future would not develop like in the book.

The neighbors were moving things these two days, and Chu Xia asked Cen Huaian not to get close easily to avoid bumping into him.

Cen Huaian didn't want to get close either, as he was now obsessed with Go.

Chu Xia needed to hurry up to memorize the lessons, as a game between the two of them would take an hour or two to finish.

She asked him to go play with the children of Sister Li, but Cen Huaian didn't want to go, so he sat there alone, playing by himself.

Seeing that he was having a lot of fun, Chuxia left him alone. He

had to go to the hospital for a checkup in half a month, so Chuxia took advantage of Sunday to take Cen Huaian to the hospital.

This time, the old Chinese doctor Li Guanzhong looked much better, and said with a friendly smile: "That's right, follow the doctor's instructions and take care of your body, and you will recover soon."

He hated patients who didn't listen to him the most, and came back crying and making a fuss saying that they were not cured. If you don't control your diet and don't take the medicine properly, even a god can't cure you!

"Thank you, doctor."

Chuxia could also feel the changes in Cen Huaian. Her body recovered more slowly, but it was also getting better.

"I'll adjust the prescription. You guys continue to take it. You can come back for a follow-up visit in half a month."

After leaving the hospital, the sun was shining brightly outside. Chu Xia opened an umbrella and took Cen Huaian's hand to the department store to buy toys for him.

There were a lot of toys on the toy counter, including small plastic pistols, spinning tops, green accordions, and balls. The counters were full of colorful toys and looked very pretty.

"Is there anything you like?" Chu Xia asked him.

Cen Huaian had made up his mind last night that he would ask his mother if he could go scavenging with Bangge today.

Who knew that he was taken to the hospital by his mother after breakfast, before he had time to ask.

After leaving the hospital, they went to the department store again. He thought his mother was going to buy something again. When he was taken to the toy counter, he hadn't reacted yet. He was thinking that his mother bought things quickly, so it shouldn't take too long.

When Chu Xia asked him, he realized that his mother was going to buy him toys. He was surprised and happy.

"Buy me whatever I like?"

"Yes, buy me whatever I like. But..." Chu Xia held up two fingers: "You can only buy two, so think about it. The next time you want a toy, you have to exchange it with a little red flower."

He looked at those toys. He used to envy other children for having marbles, pistols, and spinning tops, but now looking at those toys, he didn't want to play with them at all.

It's boring. It's not as fun as the six-in-a-row game that his mother taught him.

He looked carefully and saw marble checkers, flying chess, and glass gobang. They were all chess, but he had never played any of them. Are these chess as fun as six-in-one chess?

Cen Huaian wanted to buy all of them to play with, but his mother only bought him two.

He pointed at gobang and checkers and said, "I want these two."

Flying chess was the cheapest. He counted the money he had saved and could afford it.

"Mom, I have 12 cents. I'll buy a set of flying chess myself and give you the money when I get home. Is that okay?" Gobang was

50 cents, and checkers was 20 cents. Flying chess was the cheapest. Chu Xia smiled at Cen Huaian and said, "You're quite good at calculating."

"Sure. There are also military chess, Chinese chess, and Go there, do you want some?"

Cen Huaian's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chu Xia expectantly: "If I want them, will you buy them?"

"No. There are too many and you can't play them all. When you have collected ten little red flowers, you can come and exchange with me."

Cen Huaian was not disappointed, he knew his mother would not buy them. His mother said to buy two, and she would definitely not change.

But he was happy to have three kinds of chess.

When he got home, he couldn't wait to open Gobang to play.

But there is no doubt that playing alone is not as fun as playing with two people.

Chu Xia refused to play with him and asked him to find other kids in the yard.

She also said to him, "You can't play games alone forever. If you don't like the kids who bullied you in the past, then find someone who hasn't bullied you to play with." She had already discovered that Cen Huaian didn't like to play with the kids in the yard. Especially after the last fight, she hadn't seen him go down to play with others.

The teacher also said that he often sat alone in the Yuhong class, and except for playing chess and word recognition games with Chenchen sometimes, he ignored everyone.

But she didn't want him to be so withdrawn.

"Bang Ge never bullied me. But he wants to pick up rags."

Chu Xia: "...Besides him, don't you have anyone else you want to play with?"

Cen Huaian said, "Hmm": "They are noisy, crybaby, and childish."

Chu Xia was really surprised to hear what Cen Huaian said. He actually said that others were childish. He is also a child.

She rubbed his head: "How old are you? You think others are childish. Don't underestimate anyone. Maybe you have never beaten others in this game."

"Impossible!" Cen Huaian said confidently.

"Then go find someone to try. You certainly think you are the best."

Cen Huaian frowned, stood in the room and thought for a while, then walked out with Gobang in his arms.

Chuxia had just taught him how to play. The rules were simple, but it was not easy to play.

When they reached the door, Cen Huaian turned back and asked, "What if I win?"

"I'll give you a little red flower."

"Okay." Cen Huaian was eager to find someone to play chess with, and now the little red flower was what he wanted most.

Chuxia had a triumphant smile on her face. She was in a good mood, and her memorization speed was much faster.

Who knew that the children in the family compound were really bad, and none of them could beat him. Cen Huaian used Gobang to beat all the children who played with him.

Afraid that Chuxia didn't believe it, he called those children home to testify for him.

Chuxia pretended to be disappointed and looked at the group of children: "You really didn't win any of them?"

The children lowered their heads and felt embarrassed that a group of people could not beat one person in chess.

Chuxia smiled and raised her thumb to Cen Huaian with a proud look in her eyes.

However, only Cen Huaian saw it. She still comforted the other children and said, "Okay, okay, I get it. You go home and practice chess, and then play with An An."

The group of children lingered and didn't want to leave. Sister Li's eldest son Li Xiaohu looked at the TV and asked eagerly and carefully, "Auntie, can we watch TV with An An?"

Before Chu Xia could say anything, An An said coldly, "No, my mother has to recite lessons, and watching TV will disturb her."

Chu Xia felt that her heart was gently touched, just like the originally calm lake surface, suddenly ripples, but very light.

This feeling is indescribable, a little sour and a little touching.

The group of children immediately stopped saying that they had watched it and turned around and went home obediently.

Chu Xia was surprised: "They listen to you so much now? An An is amazing!"

Cen Huaian's cold face could not be restrained for a moment, the tips of his ears were a little red, and he pretended to be calm and said "hmm".

"Mom, little red flowers."

"Yours is indispensable." Chu Xia drew seven little red flowers for him according to the number of people.

She really thought Cen Huaian was amazing. Several of the children in that group were older than Cen Huaian, but he still won. She couldn't help feeling proud in her heart.

This is her son, a little genius who cares about her.

"Do you want to watch TV for a while? I want to take a break too."

Cen Huaian shook his head: "I want to go find Brother Bang, Mom."

She nodded and said, "Okay. But how about going in the afternoon? It's almost noon now."

Cen Huaian had no objection.

At noon, Chuxia stewed a chicken, which was bought from the farmer in the market. It was delicious and nutritious.

While it was stewing, many people passed by and joked with Chuxia: "Chuxia, you are stewing chicken again!"

"Your family lives a good life, either stewing chicken or stewing fish."

Chuxia replied indifferently: "That can't be helped, Anan and I are too weak, the doctor said that if we don't take good care of ourselves, it will harm our lives."

Those neighbors didn't say anything, and nodded quickly: "Then we should take care of ourselves! We should take care of ourselves!"

Guan Yan next door was also cooking, maybe because Chuxia borrowed her water, she would talk to her when she saw her, wanting to get close to her.

"I see that you added medicinal herbs to this chicken soup, are you making medicinal food?"

Chuxia actually didn't want to have much interaction with Guan Yan's family, it was best to be strangers.

But she couldn't ignore people talking to her, she nodded coldly: "Yeah."

Guan Yan seemed not to feel her coldness, and talked about medicinal food: "I grew up in Guangzhou, and we also like to add medicinal materials when making soup. I know a lot of secret recipes for making soup, do you want it?"

Chuxia smiled and said, "No. An An and I can't eat medicinal food casually. Our medicinal recipes are prescribed by doctors."

Chuxia saw that the chicken soup was almost done, nodded to Guan Yan and took it into the house.

Seeing Chuxia's attitude, Guan Yan frowned.

She thought she was in the same situation as Luo Chuxia, her husband was not at home, and she was raising the children alone.

Both of them looked more refined in their dress and could read books, which was different from other people in the family compound, so they should be able to talk to each other.

She wanted to integrate into the family compound faster, so she used Chuxia as a breakthrough.

But why is Luo Chuxia's attitude towards her not as good as towards that loud-mouthed Sister Li? It

shouldn't be like this.

Luo Chuxia was not like this when she first asked for water. She took the initiative, so why did she become cold?

Could it be that her mother-in-law has ruined her reputation to this extent?

Qi Ming sniffed, smelling the fragrance of chicken soup in the corridor, stretching his neck, wishing he could follow Chuxia into her house.

"Mom, I want to drink chicken soup too."

Guan Yan immediately came back to her senses, touched his head and said, "I'll stew it for you tomorrow."

Qi Ming was beaten and learned his lesson. Although he wanted to drink it right now, he knew that his mother was different from his grandmother. He would not give it to him even if he made a fuss, and would even beat him.

He touched his buttocks, which still hurt. He could only lower his head and pout and say "oh".

He missed his grandma.

In the afternoon, before Cen Huaian went to see Bangzi, Chu Xia asked him: "How much money can you make from picking up scraps in a day?"

Cen Huaian: "Sometimes a few cents, sometimes a few cents."

"What about Bangzi?"

Cen Huaian added up the scraps they picked up every day and said, "He gets a little more than us, probably one or two pieces."

Chu Xia couldn't help but exclaimed, "Then the profit from picking up scraps must be quite high. You are young now, and you can't get a good site to pick up scraps, such as steel mills, tractor factories, and breweries. If you can get them, you will definitely earn more. Have you ever thought about doing other ways to make money?"

Cen Huaian nodded, "Yes. But that requires capital, which we don't have."

Chu Xia just asked casually, and didn't expect that they had really thought about doing business.

In fact, if you can grab a good site by picking up broken things, you can make money when the construction industry rises, and you can make as much money as other industries.

These kids make Chuxia admire them. They have a longer vision than many adults and they have economic sense. Their future is limitless. No wonder Cen Huaian in the book can make so much money.

Don't underestimate a few cents or a dollar. It's the same money every day, and it's not less than what workers make.

Bangzi can earn more than 30 yuan a month at the lowest estimate.

If he is older, he can fight for a better site, and even turn the broken things he gets into treasures and sell them at a high price.

Chuxia asked curiously: "Since you have thought about it, what are you going to do if you have the capital?"

"Selling candy, selling ice cream, selling soda, I have thought about it."

Cen Huaian answered honestly: "But Bangge's grandmother is sick and needs medicine. We are afraid that if we can't sell it, we will lose money, and then we won't be able to buy medicine."

Chuxia took out 30 yuan and gave it to him: "Now that you have the capital, you can try to sell other things."

Cen Huaian looked at the money and didn't take it.

Hesitantly asked, "What if we lose?"

Chu Xia smiled and said, "What you sell is food. If you lose, just keep it for us to eat. But don't go far to sell, and don't separate. You are all children, it's not safe."

She just wanted to see how powerful these children could be.

30 yuan can't do big business, but you can make money if you think about it.

These children grew up in the textile factory and have more survival wisdom than her.

Cen Huaian took the money, his heart was like a little rabbit, beating non-stop, and he quickly ran to Bangzi's house.

Bangzi's family lived not far away from the family compound. Chu Xia had actually been following him, and she couldn't let him go out alone.

Bangzi's home was a small, shabby courtyard with only two rooms in an alley.

Chuxia did not approach, but watched from a distance.

Not long after, Bangzi and Cen Huaian came out, as well as the skinny, dark-skinned child. There were five children in total, pushing a broken tricycle.

Chuxia followed not too far away. She knew that Cen Huaian and Bangzi had seen her. They did not tell her that she was following them, so she pretended that they did not know.

She watched Bangzi and the others go to an inconspicuous house, and soon they came out holding two foam boxes.

Several children began to hawk their wares along the street, near the family compound and the third textile factory, and their business was pretty good.

Finally, they stopped at the door of the movie theater closest to the third textile factory and hawked their wares.

All the people coming in and out to watch movies were young people, and there was also a vendor selling sunflower seeds and soda at the door.

The kids were more relaxed than the adults, hawking their wares loudly and attracting a lot of business.

Chuxia looked around and saw that there was nothing to worry about, so she turned around and left.

In the evening, Cen Huaian came back, and the excitement on his face had not yet disappeared.

"Mom, we sold a lot of ice cream."

Chu Xia asked him, "Did you make back the money you paid for?"

"Yes, Brother Bang asked me to give it to you."

Chu Xia didn't answer, "I'll continue to lend it to you, and I'll share it with you when I make more money."

She didn't ask Cen Huaian how much he made. She calculated that after selling the ice cream wholesaled for 30 yuan, he could make at least a dozen yuan.

If they went to get more later, it would be more than that, so it's no wonder that Cen Huaian was so happy.

It's not uncommon to see children selling ice cream in this season, and some parents will specifically let their children go out to earn their own pocket money.

However, not many children have this idea. When Chuxia came here, she saw a child who was riding a bicycle sideways and shouting while selling ice cream. He was about eleven or twelve years old.

The factory started the test at eight o'clock on Monday. Chuxia did not go to the workshop, but went to the classroom prepared by the factory in advance to take the test.

Before entering, the teacher in charge of the exam checked whether she had brought cheat sheets. After confirming that she only brought two pens, he let her in.

The test started soon. Chuxia glanced at the invigilator, whom she did not recognize, and lowered her head to look at her paper.

She quickly read the questions, and her heart could not help but beat rapidly.

These questions were all in the recitation materials given to her by Chairman Zheng. Chuxia tried to take two deep breaths, calm her heartbeat, and began to answer the questions seriously.

By the time she had finished writing everything, there was still half an hour left before the end of the exam.

Chuxia checked the test paper three times to make sure there were no careless mistakes, and then handed in the paper early and left. There was no

point sitting there doing nothing.

Two days later, the results were posted, and Chuxia went to the factory publicity department. The admission list was posted on the publicity board.

When Chuxia saw her name, she finally felt like the dust had settled.

On this day, the things sent by Cen Zhengnian also arrived, a particularly large package, and his letter.

This time the letter had more words, a full page.

In his letter, he also explained why he sent beef jerky and dried fruits.

The letter also wrote: I was originally worried that the fresh beef, mutton and fruits would go bad before they were sent. But fortunately, a colleague reminded me that I could send dried beef and dried fruit.

Chuxia, you and Anan try these to see if they suit your taste. If not, I will look for other northwest food.

There is a photo of me in the letter. It is windy and dusty here, and I may be more haggard than before. I hope you still remember what I look like, and you can also let Anan see what I look like now.

I also want to see what you and Anan look like, but it’s a pity that I don’t have a photo of you here. If possible, can you send me a photo of you together?

I can’t be with you, but I hope you and Anan are well.

Cen Zhengnian

Chuxia touched the envelope, and there was indeed a photo inside. She took it out, and when she saw the person in the photo, she was amazed.

How come Cen Zhengnian looks so good? He has beautiful features and a masculine face.

In the photo, he is wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and black pants, standing in a house with books behind him. The light shines on his face, and the sense of time washes over him, as if he walked out of a movie in the Republic of China. It's

not about his looks, but his temperament. He has a temperament that is a combination of bookishness and righteousness, which is unique to those scientists who dedicate themselves silently in this era.

The original owner had a vague memory of Cen Zhengnian. She always kept her head down and had never looked at his appearance carefully.

Chu Xia didn't expect a scientist to be so good-looking.

Cen Huaian was not interested in the letter. He was watching the things sent back by Cen Zhengnian, and moving them into the cabinet one by one.

"An An, don't move, come and look at your father's photo."

Cen Huaian turned his head and said, "I don't want to see it."

Chu Xia pulled him over: "I know you are resentful of your father. But you still have to see what he looks like. What if he comes back one day, you can't not even recognize your father."

Cen Huaian pursed his lips and looked over, with reluctance on his face.

But when he saw the person in the photo, his eyes couldn't help but stick to it.

Is this his father? He doesn't

look like a bad guy at all, but why doesn't he ever come back to see him?

Chu Xia touched Cen Huaian's head: "You and your father look a lot like each other."

"I don't want to be like him. Why doesn't he come back?" Cen Huaian couldn't help but reached out to touch the photo, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Because he is working for the country and can't come back. Do you want to see the letter he wrote?"

Cen Huaian hesitated for a while, took it, there were many words on it he didn't recognize, Chuxia read it to him.

After listening, he threw the letter on the table, looking even angrier: "The photos are useless, and he can't come back!"

Chuxia picked up the letter and said, "It's still useful. Part of what you eat and drink now is the money he sent."

Cen Huaian didn't say anything, and continued to move the dried beef and dried fruits.

Since Cen Zhengnian wrote in the letter that he wanted a photo of her and Cen Huaian, Chuxia took Cen Huaian to the photo studio the next day.

She used expedited service and got the photo on the same day.

To be honest, she hesitated whether to send the photo of her and An An.

Because she also took several individual photos of An An, she chose some to have the photo studio enlarge them, and then took them back to hang on the wall at home.

It will take a while to get these enlarged photos.

Later, when sending the letter, Chu Xia still put the group photo, which seemed more natural.

Chu Xia still wrote a lot in the letter, including the story of Cen Huaian and Bangzi selling ice cream together, and her joining the publicity department.

She also wrote that she wanted to continue her studies, and in two days she would look for a high school to see if she could transfer in.

Now is not the three years after the college entrance examination was resumed. She must register for a high school to take the exam.

She was testing Cen Huaian's attitude. She wanted to go to college and resign from the factory.

Many people want to be regular employees in the factory now, not to mention that she has joined the publicity department and has a bright future.

If other people knew that she wanted to quit her job to go to college, they would definitely scold her for being out of her mind. She just wanted to see if Cen Zhengnian thought the same way.

Finally, Chuxia asked who the colleague was who reminded her. The beef and dried fruits she sent were delicious. Her suggestion was good.