The university is the deepest pain in her heart, and now the admission notice is in front of her, half a year ago she was one step away from the university, but after all, it has become a pity, even if this is an admission letter that any college entrance examination candidate can receive, Wakaba's heart is still overwhelming!

"Hey!" Ran Yukun sighed heavily and sat down next to Wakaba.

Ran Ruoye looked at him closely, and under the sunlight, the white hair on the top of his head was dotted, which was even more obvious.

"You know, your brother's grades are poor, just study at a young age, the whole family, the entire Ran family is counting on you to be famous, but you are ...... now"

"Dad, you just expect me to study to earn face for you, isn't it, face is so important?"

"That's nature, a tree lives a skin, a person lives a face, of course face is important!"

"What happens if I'm like my brother and I don't get good grades?"

"Girl......" Ran Yukun paused, and after a few seconds, he continued: "Haven't you always been very good! It's just that this time it really made us sad!"

"If my grades haven't been good since I was a child, I guess I won't be able to finish elementary school!" Wakaba shifted his gaze and looked out the window, "Girls have to marry someone else's family after all, so there's no need to spend so much money." The tone was flat and not like he was in his own business at all, "My college entrance examination score is not ideal, you are sad, you will definitely be sad, because the score is lower than Brother Bin, because you have not reached the main line, because you have not reached the Ran family that you have declared to the outside world, if Ran Ruoye can be admitted to Peking University, you will be sad, all because my score hurts your face." ”

Ran Yukun didn't say a word, picked up a stick, and sucked it hard.

"You are sad, not because if I do well in the high test, the future road can be better, and if the test is low, there will be a lot of pressure on employment in the future. Everything about you is just from face, your face. Obviously full of resentment, she seemed to be telling someone else's story from beginning to end, without any emotion, and finally Wakaba shook her head as she spoke.

Ran Yukun seemed to be struggling with something in his heart, and he seemed to be controlling his emotions, he was a little anxious, and a cigarette was soon gone.

He took out another cigarette from the box and lit it, and took two puffs in a row before raising his eyelids and looking at Wakaba: "Yes, what you said is right, you are a girl, we raised you so big and sent you to read so many books, just so that you can win glory for us, if you can't win glory, then..."

"So what?" In the pocket of his clothes, the hand that had just been released was clenched again, and Wakaba spoke in a steady tone.

Ran Yukun took the last puff of the second cigarette, and shook his head in the ashtray before slowly speaking, "...... How?"

Ran Ruoye closed his mouth, gritted his teeth, and controlled himself not to shout out the words of questioning, if he was not a small achievement, how could he have such a concern for himself now, he cared about himself, it was originally based on his own achievements to win glory for him again and again, and he was willing to turn his disappointment in his brother into paying attention to himself.

No matter how this concern and care came about, and how it has accumulated to such an extent, in short, his love for himself in the past few years is sincere and heartfelt.

He didn't say anything more hurtful, so why bother to pierce it again, just deceive yourself and enjoy this not too deep father's love!

"Dad, I'm going to cook for my grandmother at noon, you can come and eat too!" Wakayesong didn't wait for Ran Yukun's response, and walked out of the living room quickly.

It's still early, Wakaba didn't go to her grandmother's house immediately, she walked from the path at the door of her house to the pond with the sun, the wind blew, the water surface was sparkling, and she couldn't calm down for a long time, Wakaba blinked and looked up at the swing that was gently swaying in the clearing, she walked over and sat on the swing, feeling the sunshine bathing and dispelling the deepest haze in her heart.

With such good weather and such fresh air, there is no such thing in Beijing, she took two steps back, toes lightly, swinged, closed her eyes, raised her head, and let the sun cover her cheeks, as if only in this way could she feel warm.

I don't know how long she has been hanging like this, Wakaba's cheeks are faintly red, she took out her mobile phone and took a selfie of holding the swing rope, and carefully looked at the smile that it was indeed bright and natural, and then clicked send: "It's good to go home, swing in the sun, happy." ”

She got off the swing, turned around to see her house, looked at the blue sky, she took out her mobile phone, took a lot of photos, the countryside has the beauty of the countryside, she wants to bring the beauty of her hometown to Beijing to show him.

The mobile phone vibrated for a while, and a new message came in, which was Zuo Ziyi's reply: If you are happy, it would be good!

On the side of the road not far from the pond, in a car parked, Zuo Ziyi looked at Wakaba through the window with soft eyes, the bugging device was on her suitcase, she came out of the house, he didn't know her situation, in fact, he didn't know why he decided to give up his work in the past few days, came to this place, and guarded her, these days he was faintly uneasy, and always felt that something was going to happen, only by guarding her, he would feel better.

When a person loves another person deeply, his sixth sense for that person is really accurate, Zuo Ziyi was very fortunate later, fortunately he came with him.

Ran Ruoye naturally didn't know that the people in the car in the distance were really looking at her affectionately, and after she finished taking the photo, she went to her grandmother's house.

Regarding the attitude of her parents, she just said lightly to her grandmother that they were still angry, but she didn't blame herself too much, she comforted her grandmother, maybe it would be fine in a few days, after all, the Spring Festival, they all want to have a lively and peaceful New Year.

She was at her grandmother's house all afternoon, and she and Ran Ruozhu accompanied her grandmother, telling about the different things she had seen in Beijing in the past six months. In order to warn Ran Ruozhu, she deliberately emphasized the hard work at work, which made her grandmother feel distressed.

The winter sun lost its brilliance early, Wakaba made dinner for her grandmother, and chatted with Ruozhu for a few more words, before coming out of her grandmother's house and walking towards her own house, the gate was slightly open, and Li Xianhui and another woman laughed in the courtyard.

"Mom..." she pushed the door in and spoke to Li Xianhui in the living room, the other woman she didn't know, she could only smile and nod.

Li Xianhui didn't pay attention to her, but the woman's bright eyes swept back and forth on her face, "Xianhui, this is your daughter!

Wakaba was uncomfortable with her gaze, and turned to enter the back room.

The woman bent over and watched Wakaba enter the house and go up to the second floor, then turned around and leaned towards Li Xianhui, lowered her voice, and asked a question.