Li Qingshu was now convinced that Chu Yang was serious about studying hard.
Moreover, when he gets serious, he actually shows an unexpected talent for learning!
Could it be that breaking up with Su Lingxue unlocked some kind of seal?
No wonder he said he wanted to get into a 211 or 985 university; I thought he was just daydreaming.
Now it seems there's great potential!
"You've made me look at you in a completely new light."
Even Li Qingshu, who rarely praises others, couldn't help but say something.
"Hey, don't scratch yet. What if you accidentally fall in love with me? That would be terrible," Chu Yang said with a laugh.
"Now I have reinforced the foundation with steel bars, sealed the core with cement, and patched the leaks with asphalt. From now on, no one can disturb my Daoist heart."
"Pfft!" Li Qingshu was amused by him and revealed a beautiful smile.
I thought to myself, where does this person get so many novel things I've never heard before, yet they all sound so amusing?
"I'll head back now. Ask me again tomorrow if you have any questions," Li Qingshu said.
"No need to see me off, be careful of wolves on the road." Chu Yang waved his hand and continued to bury himself in his studies.
Li Qingshu smiled, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Without even realizing it, my steps were much lighter than usual.
She didn't even realize that she had talked to Chu Yang more today than she had talked to any other boy in total.
As the sun gradually set in the west, it shone into the classroom, casting long shadows through the windows.
Chu Yang was the only one left in the classroom, eagerly immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge.
When he finally finished reading Li Qingshu's notes, he stood up and stretched.
"What a simple yet fulfilling day."
Looking back on my past life, I remember struggling in society, working day and night to make money.
Student days are truly a happy time.
He could enjoy this time for another month.
Then get into university and continue to enjoy life.
As for making money...
Chu Yang slung his backpack over his shoulder, rode his bicycle out of the school gate, and saw the once-familiar bustling Second Street.
If I remember correctly, this place will be demolished soon.
Ten times the compensation for demolition, plus resettlement housing of the same size, made half the residents of the street rich overnight.
Although Chu Yang wasn't in a hurry to make money, he naturally wouldn't miss out on the money that was right in front of him and readily available.
The problem now is how to get the funds to buy a house.
"Let's go home first!"
Chu Yang snapped out of his thoughts and pushed off with his foot.
Under the setting sun, a young cyclist gallops freely, embracing the youth he has been away from for twenty years.
He can't wait to go back and see his parents, who look twenty years younger.
At this time of year, my family runs a hair salon, and my mother, Tang Wenfang, is the main stylist.
When my father, Chu Chunrong, wasn't working, he would help out at the shop.
When asked what Old Chu's main job was, he said he played the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) to guide the souls of the dead, and that he could also attend banquets.
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"Dad! Mom! I'm home!"
Chu Yang parked his bicycle and shouted excitedly before even entering the door.
Tang Wenfang, who was getting a haircut, suddenly jolted and almost poked her neighbor, Grandpa Wang, on the forehead.
"You scared me half to death! What are you doing? Why are you back so early today?"
Chu Yang looked at his mother, who looked much younger, and without saying a word, he went up to her and gave her a hug.
Tang Wenfang was taken aback, then pushed him away and touched his forehead.
There's no fever, what's wrong with you today?
Before I could even ask, I saw the young man start chatting with Grandpa Wang.
"How is Grandpa Wang's health? He still wants to hold his great-grandson, so he should smoke less."
As he spoke, he took the cigarette out of Grandpa Wang's mouth.
Grandpa Wang is a heavy smoker; he even has a cigarette in his mouth while getting a haircut.
Chu Yang remembered that two years later, Grandpa Wang passed away from lung cancer. His granddaughter-in-law was heavily pregnant when she attended the funeral, and his father personally played the suona to help with the send-off.
Grandpa Wang looked completely bewildered.
My eldest grandson hasn't even gotten married yet, so how could there be a great-grandson?
"Alright, alright, get out of the way and don't bother me. I haven't cooked the vegetables yet. Eat something else to fill your stomach first," Tang Wenfang said with a laugh.
Chu Yang chuckled and picked up a broom to sweep up the hair on the ground.
"Good boy, very diligent," Grandpa Wang praised.
Chu Yang smiled.
"Mom, where's Dad?"
"He's gone to the countryside to do some work." Tony Fang wondered what was wrong with this kid today; he'd never been so attentive before.
"You're out of money?" she asked.
Chu Yang hesitated for two seconds: "Indeed, Mom, how about we buy an apartment on the bustling second street? I've inquired, and the cheapest ones there are only a thousand yuan per square meter. We could buy three to five hundred square meters and wait for the demolition..."
"roll!"
"Okay."
Arriving in the kitchen, Chu Yang found an apple, washed it, and waited quietly while munching on it.
After finishing an apple, he heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle outside, and knew that his father was coming home.
Chu Yang arrived at the hall and saw that Grandpa Wang had finished getting his hair cut and Tony Fang was sweeping the floor.
Chu Chunrong walked in carrying a bag, took out a few mangoes and two bottles of drinks, and placed them on the table.
Chu Yang knew that the mangoes and drinks were not bought on the way, but were picked up while the banquet was being held.
"dad!"
Chu Yang shouted.
Then I rushed up and gave him a hug.
Just like Tang Wenfang's reaction, Lao Chu's first reaction was to touch his forehead.
"When the child came back, he hugged me, and then he started acting strangely. I thought something was wrong with him," Tang Wenfang said with a smile.
"I'm fine, I'm perfectly healthy." Chu Yang subtly wiped the corner of his eye.
Then I took the broom from my mom and quickly swept the floor clean.
"You silly child." Tang Wenfang smiled helplessly, then took out twenty yuan from the drawer and threw it to him.
"Mom, you've misunderstood me. I'm genuinely trying to help you with the work; I don't want the money," Chu Yang said, casually putting the money into his pocket.
Tang Wenfang rolled her eyes at him: "Spend it sparingly."
"Okay." Chu Yang then saw himself in the mirror, sporting a non-mainstream perm hairstyle.
Honestly, this retro hairstyle is quite trendy these days.
This was a masterpiece that Tony Fang specially designed for his son.
But Chu Yang looks terrible now; his thick bangs are almost blocking his vision. He almost hit an old lady crossing the road while riding his bike.
"Mom, please cut my hair short!"
Tony Fang was taken aback, then looked aggrieved: "I went to great lengths to design this hairstyle, weren't you happy with it? What, you're complaining now?"
"Absolutely not." Chu Yang said seriously, "My mom's hairdressing skills are unparalleled. Even Grandpa Wang next door says she's good. Besides, everyone says that cutting short hair is the ultimate test of a hairdresser's skills. I just wanted to see if my mom could give me a stylish and classic short haircut!"
After a round of flattery, Tony Fong was very pleased and immediately waved his hand, saying, "Sit down!"
"Okay!"
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