The verdict of the first instance was soon announced.

Jiang Qingwen was convicted of attempted rape and illegally detaining others, and the circumstances were relatively serious, and he was sentenced to a total of eight years in prison for both crimes.

Jiang Qingwen appealed in court.

The original verdict was upheld in the second instance.

The trial lasted for nearly half a year, and when the dust finally settled, it was already early summer.

The leaves are turning green, and the sun is starting to heat up.

Zhang Hongni and Li Zhiwei chose a good day and remarried.

In the past two years after the divorce, the two, especially Zhang Hongni, have seen the reality more clearly, and also let her know that the possibility of her finding a better home than Li Zhiwei is almost zero.

After seeing this, her mentality also changed dramatically.

If there is no opportunity for this incident, the two may still miss each other like in their previous lives, and it will not be long before Li Zhiwei remarries his wife, while Zhang Hongni is alone and old.

But this time, under Zhang Qing's intentional arrangement, the two can finally continue their relationship.

The loss and recovery made the two cherish each other more, and the change of mentality also made them more tolerant of each other.

The two had no irreconcilable contradictions, so they really lived a peaceful life.

In the past, because there was no factory in Nanjiazhuang, Zhang Hongni still returned to her previous side hustle to work in order to make money, and most of them lived in her parents' house, which made the two get together less and leave more, lacking an emotional foundation.

And this time, Zhang Qing proposed to Li Zhiwei early that he move the hardware store in the village to the city, and the two of them will run it together.

The development situation of the city in recent years is very good, if he can take advantage of this time to take root in the city, it will inevitably develop very well in the future.

Li Zhiwei is a smart person, and when he went back, he rented a store in the city, moved to the city with Zhang Hongni, and started a small business.

He operates with integrity, the quality of the products is clear, and there are repeat customers after a few times.

Zhang Shouguo and Wang Yingru also used their connections to help him introduce many customers.

The small hardware store soon began to make a profit, and he invested the profits he earned in the store again, expanding the store.

Even Wang Yingru said that Li Zhiwei really has some talent for doing business.

Seeing that her aunt and uncle's life were getting better and better, Zhang Qing was also relieved.

Finally, my aunt doesn't have to follow the same path as in her previous life.

In mid-to-late July, Zhou Xiqin received an admission letter from Moshi No. 1 Middle School.

He entered the No. 1 Middle School of Moshi with the first place in Moshi City, and became a well-known figure in many schools in the city for a while.

Even Yu Chunxiao's grandfather, Yu Huanghe, mentioned him when Zhang Qing went to him to guide him in calligraphy, so as to encourage the two girls.

"Grandpa, don't you know?" Yu Chunxiao put down the brush and glanced at Zhang Qing lightly, "Qingqing and Zhou Xiqin are acquaintances!"

"Oh?" Yu Huanghe raised his head with great interest.

Zhang Qing pursed her lips and smiled, quipped Yu Chunxiao: "Are you jealous again?"

"Yes, I'm about to die of jealousy!" Yu Chunxiao walked to Yu Huanghe's side, shook his arm, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, you don't know, that Zhou Xiqin is a super famous figure in our school, but it's a pity that he doesn't care about ordinary people at all, and I don't know why Qingqing is so good with him!"

Zhang Qing smiled, remained silent, and continued to bow her head to write her own words.

"Grandpa, you said that Qingqing has been so indifferent since she was a child, as if she didn't care about anything, even befriending someone like Zhou Xiqin, it doesn't seem to have anything to boast about, what kind of character is she, how is she like a child, but like a ...... Old nun!"

After Yu Chunxiao finished speaking, she burst out laughing.

"You're wrong, Sister Chunxiao," Zhang Qing put down her pen, straightened up, and said with a smile, "It's not because I don't care about anything, but because I'm very attentive to many things, and I hope to achieve what I expect, that's why I work so hard, time waits for no one, I just try my best to do what I want to do well." ”

"It's scary, not like a child at all. Yu Chunxiao muttered.

"Qingqing is just a strong self-control," Yu Huanghe patted his granddaughter's head and said with a smile, "You have to learn from Qingqing about this." ”

"I can't be like her. Yu Chunxiao stuck out her tongue.

In fact, Yu Chunxiao is already very good, and in this high school entrance examination, she was also admitted to Moshi No. 1 Middle School with a good score of the top 100 in the city.

And she has insisted on practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and now she has achieved a little success, and she has taken out a handwriting, and there is nothing that she does not boast.

She has a beautiful appearance, but her personality is actually a little cold, and only in front of the most familiar people will she show such a childish side.

Over the years, she and Zhang Qing have sincerely intersected and appreciated each other, and they have long been affectionate and sisters.

Coming out of Yu Huanghe's farewell, the sky was already gloomy, and the weather forecast said that there was rain before, and sure enough, it crackled and fell down not long after.

Zhang Qing took out an umbrella from her schoolbag and hurried to the station.

Because the rainstorm was too big, pedestrians on the road, whether they had umbrellas or not, hurriedly found a place to shelter from the rain, Zhang Qing did not expect the rainstorm to be so big for a while, almost instantly the body was drenched, and hurriedly found a place to hide from the rain.

Suddenly there was a cry for help from the street corner.

The torrential rain rumbled, and the cry for help weakened for a while, but Zhang Qing was sure that he had heard it correctly.

She paused, and instead walked briskly toward the corner.

The further I walked, the clearer the cries for help became, accompanied by the cries of children.

A sewer coulee cover was nowhere to be found, and cries for help and cries were heard from there.

Zhang Qing hurriedly ran over, didn't care about getting wet, and knelt next to the manhole to look down.

A middle-aged woman accidentally fell while struggling to hide from the rain, still holding a child in her hand, and the water below had reached the woman's waist, and she was trying her best to lift the child high so that he would not be flooded.

Seeing someone coming by the well, the woman hurriedly cried and begged for help: "Please save us, save the children, please......"

"Don't worry," Zhang Qing hurriedly comforted her, and at the same time threw down the umbrella and put the schoolbag aside, "Raise your hand higher and hand the child to me first." ”

Fortunately, this manhole is located on the corner of the street, so you don't have to worry about the danger of being hit by a vehicle.

The woman was still a young girl when she heard the voice, and she was suddenly a little disappointed in her heart, but she had to do what Zhang Qing said.

In any case, the child must be rescued first.

The child looked to be about two years old, and he looked like a tiger, and because he was afraid, he kept crying, his body writhing, and his hands and feet kept moving.

It seemed that he wanted to go back to his mother's arms, because for him, it was the safest place.

This made the mother, who was already a little exhausted, even more difficult, gritted her teeth and handed the child up, and the child was still some distance from the hole.

"I, I'm going to die......" The mother of the child below almost broke down and cried, "Please, save him......"

Zhang Qing looked at the distance from the child to the entrance of the cave, didn't care about anything else, lay on the ground, and poked half of his body into the hole.