In view of the special purpose of returning to their hometown this time, Qiao Nan and Wen Jing decided to drive all the way back to Hong Kong City. Qiao Lu originally wanted to go back with them, but she was going to Zhejiang University for a meeting, and the date of going home would have to be postponed a few days.

Before dividing things, Wen Jing invited their family to come to their home for a small gathering. Qiao Lu asked her sister, do you want to go to Hangzhou to have fun? Qiao Lin bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally resisted this temptation: "No, my graduate school entrance examination political tutoring class has not been finished yet." ”

Wen Jing quipped: "To study politics, you still need to go to a tutorial class? Even write a review ......"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A cough interrupted Wen Jing's words. Wen Jing covered her mouth and said with a teasing smile: "I didn't say anything." ”

But what's the use of covering it up now? The Qiao family sisters already understood what was going on, and laughed at Qiao Nan in private again.

Qiao Lu went to Zhejiang University for a meeting this time for a teacher from the college. She told her younger siblings: "It was only after I returned to China that I learned that some big cities in the south, especially those in Suzhou, Hangzhou, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, are really too friendly to scientific researchers, and even if I didn't go to their school to work, I could feel the sincerity of their thirst for talent." The rapid development of those places must have something to do with their talent policy. ”

Qiao Lin leaned over and asked, "Sister, are you still planning to go to the south to find a job?"

Qiao Lu hooked her sister's nose with her hand stained with chili peppers, and said with a smile: "Little friend, I said this for your reference." My current work unit is Peking University~ As long as the word 'Peking University' is mentioned, it is enough for me to be proud for a lifetime!"

"That's right. Jolene rubbed her nose and stepped back from the kitchen.

Before quitting, she looked at her brother and smiled, as if to say - it's really good to have such a confident sister.

Sun Ruiyang also went to Wen Jing's house for dinner that day, but since he entered the house, he has been reading literature on the sofa. Listening to Jolene, this guy has been stunned when he writes papers recently, and he usually can't call him to eat. If it weren't for Sister Wen Jing's face, he wouldn't have left the library.

Qiao Nan asked, didn't Sun Xiucai graduate from college this year, why is he still so busy?

Sun Ruiyang's face was full of resentment: "Brother, I want to read it for eight years in one breath...... After eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, this is only half of the battle, and it has nothing to do with graduation. ”

After that, he sighed a long time: "Someone in our class has already published papers, and his grades are not as good as mine." So...... I'm so stressed right now. You see, my front scalp is bald. ”

Sun Ruiyang was the top science student in the province that year, and he was still forced to this by the pressure of studying, which shows how much competition pressure that small medical school has. Sun Ruiyang joked: "If my child wants to study medicine in the future, I will definitely knock him out with a stick and change his will." ”

Qiao Nan said with a smile: "Zhao Leilei's father, for him not to report to the military academy, he also broke his arm." I also told him all the evils, and I don't know what evil he has fallen into, so he has to go, and he is more persistent than I was back then. ”

Qiao Nan no longer bothered Sun Ruiyang, but hummed Xu Wei's "Once You". His singing was still as ugly as ever, but when he sang "Walking on the Road of Perseverance", Jolene was still slightly moved.

Everyone else is busy with their own things, but Sun Ruiyang is still reading the literature without distraction. In the eyes of outsiders, he is really a complete nerd, he finally came to other people's houses as guests, did not eat fruits, and did not say a few words. But Jolene especially likes to see him focused, boy, as long as he is serious, he looks good no matter what.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Nan sneered: "Qiao Lin is really interesting, I've been looking at that face for more than 20 years, and I haven't seen enough?"

Wen Jing whispered: "I can't see enough of you for a few lifetimes." ”

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Qiao Nan's old face turned red, and he hurriedly lowered his head and peeled the garlic.

Qiao Lu was cutting the vegetables, and Qiao Lin came in to give her her mobile phone, saying that there were several text messages. Jolene's expression was intriguing, as if she had sensed something. Qiao Lu didn't ask her, but wiped her hands and looked through them.

"Sister Lu, after the marriage date is postponed, I want to withdraw from the marriage even more. ”

"Sister Lu, give me another chance!"

Last time, Xu Wei secretly looked for her, but his fiancée noticed it, and there were a few troubles, and the wedding date was naturally postponed. His fiancée also sent some text messages to Qiao Lu, and the wording of individual messages was simply unsightly.

However, Qiao Lu sat upright, she had seen strong winds and waves, and she was too lazy to waste time on such a thing. She's not a vegetarian either, she said to the girl - it's okay for you to be angry, but if you come to school to make trouble and interfere with my normal life, I won't be polite.

Qiao Lu is not afraid of these things, what makes her most embarrassed is Xu Wei's attitude towards her.

Perhaps sensing something, Qiao Nan stopped humming and asked with concern, "Sister, is there something wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay, booking information. ”

Jolene was watching coldly outside, anxious for her sister - why would she be swaying for an ex-boyfriend like that?

But thinking about it again, my brother and Wen Jing can get back together, why can't my sister?

Qiao Lin was sullen because she liked Wen Jing and didn't like Xu Wei.

The day after they had eaten, they divided their things. After Qiao Nan drove the car out of the congested Beijing City, Wen Jing said: "I don't know when the port city will be able to run the train, I took the train for fifteen hours last time, and I was really tired." ”

"How many years have I been dreaming of the people of Hong Kong City! But according to my brother-in-law, it will take two or three years at the earliest. ”

"Jolene is hard enough, every time she gets home, she has to take the train for so long. ”

"Oh, I had to sit for a day and a night! If I couldn't buy a ticket and went to the provincial capital to change trains, it would have been longer. Qiao Nan said: "Maybe you were young at that time, or did you have good physical strength? Anyway, after tossing for so long, I didn't feel tired." ”

Wen Jing cleared her throat and whispered in his ear: "Now your physical strength is also very good!"

Qiao Nan's face flushed again, but he tried to be as calm as possible and said, "Miss Wen, I'm concentrating on driving, teasing the driver, but it's not a wise behavior!"

Considering the purpose of the trip, Wen Jing decided to keep it serious, and those jokes should be in moderation. Even the car music has been replaced with a low and tragic tune. Qiao Nan silently complained: "What kind of song is this? ”

"This piece is called "The Night of Ascension". Wen Jing quipped: "When you listen to this kind of music, do you feel like you are looking at Picasso's art? Do you feel that it is disorganized, the order of notes is very abrupt, and there is a lack of the sense of rules that we are accustomed to?"

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"Miss Wen, the petty bourgeoisie is a bit strong!"

Wen Jing grimaced at him and said with a smile: "I also won an A+ in the art appreciation class back then!"

When I interact with her, I really feel like mining, and the deeper the relationship, the more treasures will be dug up.

Qiao Nan was not used to listening to it, but considering that the one in the back seat had been sleeping for a long time, he was embarrassed to let his girlfriend change to cheerful pop music or passionate military songs. Miss Wen saw his discomfort and explained: "This piece was composed by Schoenberg based on a poem by De Moore, and the first time I listened to it was at the summer music festival in my sophomore year of high school. At that time, I really couldn't understand it, and I always felt that there were countless unlucky crows hidden in this song. But you only need to listen to it a few times to appreciate the magnificence, sadness and loneliness in it. ”

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It seems that not only Miss Wen has to keep up with his reading, but he also has to work hard to keep up with Miss Wen's artistic appreciation.

But art bacteria, oh no, art cells, don't just take a moment to cultivate. After Qiao Nan yawned twice, Wen Jing still changed a CD and said, "If you haven't started yet, it's better to listen to Mozart first, or Teacher Mo is more approachable." ”

These songs seemed to be "better" than the ones just now, but Qiao Nan still couldn't lift his spirits. He drove the car intently, and said worriedly: "Miss Wen, don't drag me to a concert or anything in the future, if I fall asleep as soon as the show starts, how embarrassing will it be?"

Wen Jing rubbed her stomach and smiled, then kissed him on the cheek coldly, and said gently: "In the future, you teach me to read, and I will teach you to listen to classical music, okay?"

Miss Wen is so good, the more you think about it, the better.

"Okay!" shouted in this voice, as if Uncle Benshan was possessed, and he almost applauded vigorously.

Driving also has the benefit of driving, find a place to eat when you are hungry, and sleep for a while when you are sleepy. Wen Jing wondered, there was still his father's ashes in the car, why was he not afraid at all?

"Miss Wen, we went to the grave to practice our courage back then. So, I'm generally not afraid. I've seen a lot of horrific scenes, and maybe if you see it once, you'll fall into a psychological shadow. ”

Wen Jing gave a thumbs up and praised: "The electrician is really full of guts!"

They were not in a hurry along the way, and they did not go directly to Gangcheng, but to Wenjing's hometown Wenjia Village, a small village about 60 kilometers away from Gangcheng. Wen Jing greeted the village party secretary in advance, and they ate and lived at the village party secretary's house that night.

The road in Wenjia Village has almost been repaired, and the water supply works are still in full swing. The old branch secretary kept thanking Wen Jing and said: "We have been following the application for a long time, if it weren't for Qinghui (Wen Jing's father) donating money to the village, our poor mountain village with horns and horns, I'm afraid we will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse —— right, the strong laborers in the village have made a lot of efforts, so the labor cost has not been spent so much." I keep every account in mind, and I still think that when the tap water is repaired, I will go to Beijing to meet your father and return the rest of the money to him. I didn't expect it...... He actually went ahead of me. Alas, creation makes people!"

Wen Jing was much stronger, she smiled and said, "Uncle, you don't have to return the money to me, there must be something to spend money in the village......"

"Hey, no need! I told your dad at the time that we should build roads and tap water, and we can't be greedy about the rest. ”

Qiao Nan didn't speak, but he also admired this old cadre in the village from the bottom of his heart.

The old branch secretary said: "Your family's ancestral tomb has also been repaired, I will take you to see it tomorrow." I dare say that there is no such magnificence in ten miles and eight villages!"

"Thank you. ”

Tomorrow I really have to say goodbye to my father Wen Jing was sad, and Qiao Nan silently held her hand. The little grandson of the old branch secretary naughtily changed the TV channel, and Qiao Nan was suddenly attracted by a piece of news.

"At 20:30 on July 23, the D301 train from Beijing South Railway Station to Fuzhou Station and the D3115 train from Hangzhou Station to Fuzhou South Railway Station had a rear-end collision ......"

Qiao Nan's eyes widened, and she stood up involuntarily: "This shouldn't be the car my sister was sitting in, right?"