Song Jiaqian was separated from Jiang Shengshan at the school gate, and walked along Hubin Road in a daze, and before she knew it, she walked through the Children's Palace and walked to the end of the road, getting farther and farther away from home.

The sunset at five o'clock in the afternoon, slanting from the west, hit Song Jiaqian's face, behind her was the towering trees on Hubin Road, and in front of her was the crowd and traffic during the rush hour. Looking at the scene in front of her, Song Jiaqian suddenly sighed.

She regretted it a little, even though it was only a week on the job, but she did regret it.

She has forgotten what kind of psychology she had two months ago to give up the opportunity to enter the system in comparison with those who graduated at the same time, and under the temptation of the lucrative salary of foreign Chinese junior high school.

But even so, at that time, she was still full of expectations for a better future, and even a little proud.

Among all her graduate students, she was the only one who bravely took the step of "not relying on others", and her salary was almost five or six times that of others as soon as she joined the company, not to mention her group of college classmates who graduated from Ou Normal University, even if they worked three years earlier than her, no one could reach her height in terms of income. And it's not a point or two, but the gap is so big that she can't even reach her ass, and there is no one who can hit her.

But with such a good start, why did it suddenly become like this......

Song Jiaqian faced Oucheng Lake, leaned on the railing, and watched as a trickle of water poured into the lake from the drainage outlet under the bridge next to her. The surface of the lake reflected a golden light, and in her mind, Lin Miao's face that made her hate to be eaten alive resurfaced.

It's all that little bastard......

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have to accompany Jiang Shengshan to talk to the owner of Xicheng Restaurant about the meal for a whole afternoon, from how much is a pound of pork ribs to how much does the processing fee cost, listening to Jiang Shengshan and the dead illiterate surnamed Li back and forth on the issue of a few cents.

She is a high-achieving student who graduated from Qu University, why should she do such a low-grade job and contact those low-grade people?

In the future of his life, will he be equated with these trivial things?

With such a life, what's the point of giving her 5,000 yuan a month?

I, Song Jiaqian, am a talent! Do you know the talent? I'm not here to do chores for you!

Song Jiaqian gritted her teeth and punched lightly, smashing it on the hollow iron railing.

If time could be turned back, she thought that she might not refuse the opportunity to be assigned to the town government of Jiangbei Town, Ounan District, as a clerk, although compared to other classmates, the deputy section level treatment is poor, but it is also a decent job.

Or be smarter, just like the Zhang Youwei who just came today, first mix up a public office, and then go through the procedures of leaving her job without pay to pan for gold, you can attack and retreat, and you don't need to look at people's faces, no matter what accident happens, there is a way out.

Song Jiaqian's mind was full of distracting thoughts, staring at the lake, as if she was watching the enemy who killed her father, and after a long time, her emotions finally eased up.

Bear with me......

I heard that damn little thing, after a year of reading, he left. But God is really blind, so that the kind of scum who knows at a glance that he will definitely become social garbage when he grows up, has such a talent.

"But this kind of child who doesn't even know the least respect for teachers, no matter how smart he is, he will definitely not have a good life in the future......" Song Jiaqian cursed half self-righteousness and half malice in her heart, and after cursing, she felt a lot better, and finally turned around and walked in the direction of home.

The daylight at the end of August in Dongou City starts to be not so long.

By the time Song Jiaqian returned home, it was almost dark.

She lived in an old courtyard next to the district street, and when she walked into the courtyard, the courtyard was full of the smell of oil smoke coming from every house, and four or five lively children were making a fuss in the yard. In the past few days, Song Jiaqian, who can't see children under one meter two tall, saw these children, her brows furrowed with hatred for the house and Wudi, and she secretly thought in her heart that her neighbors were uneducated, and the children she taught were also a bunch of stupid people.

"Jiaqian!" A shout of joy in the night suppressed the resentment in Song Jiaqian's heart.

Song Jiaqian raised her eyes and looked at the door of the house, and saw a familiar face that she hadn't seen for a long time, and ran towards her with a smile.

"Jiajie?" Song Jiaqian, who was unhappy all the way, disappeared from the distractions in her mind and showed a smiling face.

……

"Qianqian, Jiajie has been waiting for you until now, why did you come back so late today?Is there so much work in the school today?"

Song Jiaqian was annoyed, and told you about the school, and you didn't know it, so she drove her mother upstairs who had already finished eating.

Her mother is also used to it, her daughter has had a bad temper since she was a child, and the more she reads, the more difficult it is to speak. When I just graduated from college, I was barely okay, but when I came back from graduate school at Qu University this year, I really couldn't finish a whole sentence with her.

No way, scholars, intellectuals—no, high-level intellectuals!

Mother Song was helpless and proud, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you two college students have a good chat." Jiajie, eat more, just be at your own home. ”

"Still talk!?" Song Jiaqian said impatiently.

Song's mother had no choice but to leave with a smile.

There were only two girlfriends left in the house, Yuan Jiajie didn't make any statement about Song Jiaqian's mother-daughter relationship, as if she didn't see it, picked up the chopsticks, and asked about Song Jiaqian's recent situation without waiting for the meal.

Yuan Jiajie went to Hangzhou after graduation and worked as a literary editor in a newspaper directly under the Propaganda Department of Qujiang Province, while Song Jiaqian was successfully admitted to Qujiang University. Because the two are in the same city, even after graduating from university, they still maintain closer contact than other classmates. During Song Jiaqian's graduate studies, Yuan Jiajie would go to her school at least two or three times a year to see her, and the relationship between the two, which was not particularly good at the undergraduate level, became intimate, and gradually became best friends who talked about everything.

"Five thousand!? The boss of our newspaper office is only less than 2,000 yuan a month!" Yuan Jiajie was so shocked when she heard Song Jiaqian's work treatment that she even put down her chopsticks. She has worked for three years, and recently just mixed from an ordinary editor to the deputy editor-in-chief of a certain section of the newspaper, which sent her back to Dongou City to do a research, originally she wanted to take the opportunity to catch up with Song Jiaqian and pretend to be forced by the way, it can be seen that the plastic girlfriend who has just graduated with a master's degree is so good, where can she still eat?

"What about you...... What the hell is this going on in your school?" Yuan Jiajie asked curiously and hesitantly.

Seeing Yuan Jiajie's reaction, Song Jiaqian accumulated negative energy for a whole day, and couldn't help but eliminate it all......

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she couldn't even figure out what kind of mentality she was holding, and said leisurely: "It's a Chinese-style aristocratic school, and the children who enter the school receive elite education." Lin Guorong, you should know, his son is studying in our school, and I am now his son's homeroom teacher. ”

When Yuan Jiajie heard this, a wave of excitement immediately surged into her heart.

Next to celebrities!

But before she was excited for two seconds, Song Jiaqian followed up with a more fierce sentence-

As if to strengthen her attitude, she pretended to be suspicious and rational, squinted her eyes slightly, and said, "But I feel that his son seems to be a little abnormal......"