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Uncle Xiao Wang was particularly emotional: "Your aunt is too stubborn, she recognizes something, and she can't listen to what others say, you say that I am like this, she has to accompany her." ”

"If only she could。。。。。。 How nice that would be. ”

Uncle Xiao Wang sighed lightly, with infinite reluctance and a deep regret that could not be resolved in the long final note.

He An'an arrived at this time to fully understand what Uncle Xiao Wang and He Jianfang had experienced.

An inferiority complex and guilt feels unworthy of the other party, and an obsessive and bitter love waits silently, and finally can finally be on time, but it is too late.

He Anan didn't know what to say, and after a long time, he squeezed out a dry comfort: "Uncle Wang, you will be fine." ”

Uncle Xiao Wang smiled, with a touch of desolation in the corners of his eyes.

At ten o'clock that night, the phone rang in the old house, and Jiang's mother answered the phone and hurriedly called He Jianbin .

When He Jianbin hung up the phone, he told his family that Uncle Xiao Wang was gone, and the major artery in his neck that he had cut was too late when he found out.

When the accident happened, He Jianfang went to Fan's hometown, because Uncle Xiao Wang suddenly said that he wanted to eat the dumplings made by Mrs. Fan.

After He Anan learned the news, the whole person was a little blind, and his heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed tightly, and he was a little out of breath.

She didn't expect that Uncle Wang would choose such a way to die in the end.

She had spoken to him during the day, and he was still lying in bed and singing to everyone.

He Anan and Zhang Jing also wanted to follow, but were stopped by He Jianbin, and he specially instructed He An'an: "Take care of Xiaojing." ”

Waiting for He Jianbin to run out of the house in a hurry, the moment the door was closed again, Zhang Jing's legs were weak, he sat down on the ground, tears fell like pouring rain, choked and cried twice, turned his head to hug He An'an, pressed his face on her shoulder, and cried.

He Anan hugged Zhang Jing, felt sad in his heart, and cried together.

This time, both of them cried so hard that they could no longer shed tears, and then they felt that the heavy stone in their hearts had finally been removed.

The next morning, He Jianbin came back, changed into black clothes, and took Old Man He and Fang Huimin to the funeral together.

didn't let Zhang Jing go over, He Jianfang instructed not to let the child be present in this matter.

He Anan accompanied Zhang Jing, the two of them nested on the sofa, their voices were hoarse, and as soon as they spoke, they were burning with pain.

Jiang's mother made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for each of them, and she lost the fire.

He Jianfang moved back to the old house, and Uncle Wang's house was returned to the army by her, leaving only a single photo of Uncle Wang when he was in the army, with a wooden frame, placed on the head of the bed.

Zhang Heng began to run to the old house from time to time, and He Jianfang didn't pick up anyone, but most of the time he chose to avoid it.

No one in the family mentioned Uncle Wang's matter, and this matter slowly began to fade away in the eyes of others.

Zhang Jing secretly told He An'an that He Jianfang would often cry silently at the photos of Uncle Wang.

The scorching heat of August slipped from the beginning of the month to the end of the month, He Jianfang silently put the photo of Uncle Wang into the drawer, and when Zhang Jing asked, she smiled, saying that Uncle Wang would definitely not want to see her cry.

Before the start of school, Sun Cong'an was going to party, and the cram school they attended had already ended, so they could rest for a week.

He Anan and Zhang Jing did not participate, Zhang Jing was because there was an accident at home and she didn't have the heart to study, He Anan was to accompany Zhang Jing, and she thought that her foundation was not bad, and she couldn't fall behind if she didn't tutor.

Recently, Zhang Jing has been in a much better mood and began to follow He Anan to make the rolls that Fan Xuezhi printed from cram school.

He Anan found that Zhang Jing was too impatient, and when he started to do math problems, as long as he encountered something a little difficult and couldn't solve it after two attempts, he gave up directly.

In order to correct her problem, He Anan could only finish the paper desperately by herself first, and then pick out the characteristic question type and watch Zhang Jing do it.

In order to help Zhang Jing master all types of exercises, He Anan forced himself to spend half a month, and he just finished all the papers sent by Fan Xuezhi and them in the math cram school in the past two months.

In the end, as long as the mathematical formulas of the first year of high school and primary school appear in the problem, she can distinguish them for the first time, which is more accurate than radar.

Zhang Jing was watched closely by He An'an, studied hard for half a month, and when she heard that Sun Cong'an was going out to play, she was very happy and responded very positively.

Sun Cong'an and the others went to class together every day, looked at each other, and couldn't see any changes, but when they saw He An'an and Zhang Jing, they immediately shouted in unison: "An'an, you have grown a lot taller!" ”

He Anan really didn't realize it himself, turned his head to look at Zhang Jing, didn't feel any change in his visual angle, and listened to the others shouting again: "My God, Zhang Jing, are you planning to catch up with your brother Xiaozhi?" ”

Sun Cong'an squeezed to Zhang Jing's side, stretched out his hand to measure it, and wailed: "Zhang Jing! If you dare to surpass me, I'll cut ties with you!" ”

He Anan looked at Zhang Jing, who was almost on par with Sun Cong'an, and realized that she and Zhang Jing had made a qualitative leap in this chaotic summer vacation.

He Anan glanced at the clothes on his body, and he didn't see how small they were, but he just jumped up.

He Anan was very happy, and the emotions that had been hit by the Games before immediately raised his eyebrows again.

Zhang Jing stretched out his finger and pointed at Tang Ming: "Tang Ming, you are not too long, you have to be half-headed, right?" ”

Tang Ming smiled quite proudly: "Well, barefoot one meter eighty-two." As he spoke, he stood beside Fan Xuezhi.

Fan Xuezhi is 1.8 meters, and the two stand together, looking comparable.

Sun Cong'an had a loveless expression, he has been in a state of 1.72 meters since the second year of junior high school, and he is about to be a sophomore in high school, and he is still 1.72 meters in place.

Sun Cong'an shouted: "I won't have stopped growing, right?" ”

Tang Ming turned his head and replied, "No, the boy is already late." ”

Sun Cong'an didn't believe it: "It's a sophomore in high school, it's not too late?" ”

Tang Ming looked serious: "No, my neighbors are all sophomores, and they have grown five centimeters." ”

Sun Cong'an calculated his height plus five centimeters, and reluctantly accepted this height prediction.

Waiting for Sun Cong'an to drag Fan Xuezhi to chat, Zhang Jing turned his head and asked Tang Ming: "How do I remember that the neighbor you said was short in college, and he only grew five centimeters with a height pad in the heel of his shoes because he was short?" ”

Tang Ming smiled with his eyebrows: "Shhh, be quiet, let's just know about this, don't tell him." Moreover, I think his height is enough now. As he spoke, he measured the position of his chest, and his eyes fell on Sun Cong'an's slender back. (To be continued.) )