Zhao Qingyu's "untrustworthy" made Zhao Qingfeng's little face turn pale with anger, she coaxed this kid for a while, and bought him a braised sausage on the way back before he was angry.

When the sister and brother returned to the store, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were about to close the door and go back, so the family walked towards the house together.

Zhao's father saw that Zhao Qingyu's schoolbag was full of money, and asked her what books she bought, Zhao Qingyu said it 1510, and at the end he also said the price.

"What? There are more than 100 yuan for these books? Mother Zhao's eyes were about to pop out.

"Hey, the treatment in Xinhua Bookstore has always been so expensive, what's the fuss."

When Zhao's father said this, he actually felt a secret pain in his heart......

But if children want to learn, they can't help but let people buy it.

In fact, at this time, there are many patriarchal parents, but fortunately, Zhao Qingyu's family does not have this situation, as long as the child wants to learn, they have always been fully supportive.

As soon as she returned to the house, Zhao Qingyu began to look at the information, first of all, she must have looked at mathematics, which was her weakness.

Three years have passed for half a year, and time flies, and if you don't make up for it, it's really not good.

She thought of the students she had met before, deliberately speaking behind her, and couldn't help but clench her fists tightly.

From the time she went home, Zhao Qingyu kept seeing half past eleven in the evening, her neck was a little sore, and she shook her head back and forth to close the book.

At this time, the temperature at night is still very low, often only two or three degrees, and she will wear a pair of thick cotton pants every time she reads or writes homework, which looks very ugly and funny, and it is better to be warm.

Then put on the oversized and super-thick cotton slippers made by Zhao's mother, and sat in front of the window for five or six hours without feeling cold.

After Zhao Qingyu moved his neck a few times, he got up and closed the small crack on the other side of the window, so as not to be blown cold when he slept at night.

Tick tick tick.

PHS has a short message prompt.

She opened it and took a look, it was sent by Li Feiyu, but the message was blank and there was not a word.

Probably by mistake?

Zhao Qingyu turned off PHS thinking about it, and on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, she also received a short message from Li Feiyu, which was also a blank message.

After that, she would receive a blank message from Li Feiyu for several days, but she never replied.

It's been about five or six days, and it hasn't been seen since, so why did it come again this time?

The first time she thought it was accidental, but after receiving several later, she began to think that the other party was deliberate.

However, she didn't understand why Li Feiyu did this, and what was the meaning of the blank short message.

Isn't that a waste of SMS fees?

Lying in bed at night, Zhao Qingyu closed his eyes, and his mind was still full of various math problems.

……

On the other side, Li Feiyu was sitting in the bar counter with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at his mobile phone.

There was no reply from the other side, he lazily took back his phone, pulled out a can of beer from the counter behind him, opened the ring and drank it all.

The little cashier girl at the bar kept peeking at him, and when she saw him drinking like this, she couldn't help but whisper and persuade: "Li Feiyu, don't drink, it's not good for your health." ”

"Brother's alcohol is good."

Li Feiyu hiccuped, put the empty can in his hand and gently rotated it twice, and suddenly his hand tightened suddenly, and the can was directly pinched and deflated, making a creaking sound.

He leaned back in the swivel armchair, hooked the trash can with his foot, and threw the deformed can inside.

The cashier wanted to say something, but at this time a few more people came online, and the little girl had to go impatiently to entertain them.

Li Feiyu picked up the coat next to him and put it on, and strode away.

Out of the corner of her eye, the cashier's little girl saw him go out, her mouth open, and she didn't shout.

"Hurry up, little sister, I'm waiting to connect with someone."

"What's there to urge, I don't get tired of playing for seven or eight hours a day."

"Don't get tired of playing, you girl doesn't know the joy of playing games."

The little girl rolled her eyes and slapped the card on the bar.

……

The dim street lamp, the husband on the road in the dead of night.

A motorcycle sped down the road.

Li Feiyu was wearing a helmet, and the cold wind rushed into it frantically from the gap under the helmet, and slipped out from the surroundings.

He felt his face numb from the cold wind, but what was colder than his body was his heart.

When the motorcycle reached the three-way intersection, he stopped at the intersection, glanced a few times towards the steep uphill road, and restarted the throttle.

He stopped downstairs at Zhao Qingyu's house, took off his helmet and looked up at Zhao Qingyu's room, where the lights were still on.

She's been studying hard, and he knows it.

Whether in class or after class, he could see her carefully reading her homework, and her grades were skyrocketing, unlike his calm crane tail.

It wasn't until the lights in Zhao Qingyu's room went out that he snuffed out his cigarette butt, took a deep breath and left.

……

The days went by, and in the blink of an eye, it was April.

The poplar tree in front of Zhao Qingyu's bedroom window had already grown small shoots, and a big magpie nest appeared on the top of the tree.

During this time, she has already experienced two monthly exams, and although there is no significant improvement in mathematics in the most recent one, it still maintains a score of more than 90.

And this time the math is very difficult, even Zhang Xue, the first place in the class, only scored 120 points in the math test.

The head teacher also joked in class: "Zhao Qingyu in our class, no matter how difficult or easy mathematics is, the scores in each test are kept at the same level, which is very stable." ”

Zhao Qingyu listened to mixed tastes below, she had actually bought several math materials during this time, and there were exactly a few question types she had done in this exam, and there was even one question that was exactly the same......

She was able to barely pass this time, and it was completely lucky.

However, it was also for this reason that her overall ranking moved up three places, and she became sixth in her class and twenty-eighth in her class.

Her scores in other subjects are not low, especially English, which is already the first in the class, with a score of 139.

But these scores add up, in Zhao Qingyu's opinion, it is not enough at all.

Every Saturday afternoon, she would take Zhao Qingfeng to the bookstore together, she looked for materials, Zhao Qingfeng, but every time she bought materials, she would bring one or two copies to Zhao Qingfeng.

Every time Zhao Qingfeng saw the information, his expression could be described as wanting to cry without tears.

If it weren't for every time he went to the bookstore, he would be afraid of it.

Zhao Qingyu is now very fast in making materials, basically two weeks can be completed, in addition to math and English materials, she also likes to buy a variety of full-score essays, to strengthen her writing level.

She remembers that when she was in junior high school, there was a little girl in her class who posted an article in the provincial magazine, and sometimes she wanted to try it, but unfortunately she was so busy that she didn't even have time to do the questions, so how could she have time to write.

However, she especially cherishes every class dedicated to writing essays, writing an 800-word essay in 40 minutes.

Several times her essays have been read by the teacher as model texts in front of the class, and it seems that reading more books is really beneficial.

Later, Zhao Qingyu had an idea, and every time he would send the homework he wrote seriously to the magazine in the province.

The hard work paid off, and the day before the May Day holiday, she finally saw her name in the newspaper!

Although there is only a small section, Zhao Qingyu's heart is so excited that it can't be overstated.

It was the first time she had been recognized for her own writing, and she didn't tell anyone, and no one noticed this small detail.

She folded the newspaper and placed it in a clear plastic folder on her desk at home.

And soon, she received the first manuscript fee in her life, although it was not much, but she earned it by her own ability!

Because of May Day, the school's first and second high school students took a seven-day vacation.

Wang Lei went back for one day in these seven days, and rushed over the next afternoon.

Zhao Qingyu heard that his mother would come to him from time to time during this time, and the intention was still to let him drop out of school and work in the coal yard.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were very angry when they heard it, Wang Lei tried not to go back every time he had a holiday, and he would quietly stuff the money he earned to his grandfather and ask him not to tell his mother.

Since Wang Lei's grandfather knew that his grandson could already make money while going to school, he couldn't help but say a few words to the neighbors proudly.

It was these two sentences that immediately blew into Wang Lei's mother's ears like a gust of wind.

On the third day of the May Day holiday, an uninvited guest came to the Xinglong noodle restaurant.

After finishing the morning's business, it was almost half past ten in the morning, and a fashionably dressed middle-aged woman stepped on high heels and walked into the store.

Mother Zhao put down the guy in her hand and greeted her warmly: "What is this guest eating?" ”

The middle-aged woman didn't speak, walked to the store with a small handbag and began to look around, and her expression was not very kind.

Zhao Qingyu, who was sitting in the back reading the book, immediately noticed that something was wrong, put down the book and got up and walked to Zhao's mother, who made a look at her, and neither of them spoke.

This person didn't come to eat noodles at first glance, she didn't care about Zhao's mother's question, and the price in the store showed that it was hanging on the wall on the right side of the front, but her eyes were not there at all.

Seeing that the middle-aged woman had been silent, only looking around the room with a pair of blackened eyes, Zhao Qingyu couldn't help but speak.

"Auntie, what are you here for? This is just an ordinary small noodle restaurant. ”

Zhao Qingyu said it politely, after all, she was worried about what kind of person the other party was doing with documents, although this is not popular now.

"I'm looking for someone."

The middle-aged woman glanced at Zhao Qingyu lightly, and then prepared to walk towards the room that was separated from the back.

Zhao Qingyu and Zhao's mother hurriedly walked over to stop her, and the latter frowned and said unhappily: "Who are you looking for, I am the owner of this shop, if you have something to say, just say it." ”

"I know you're a noodle seller, and you're the boss, what's there in a small breakfast shop to call yourself the boss~"

"You ......"

Zhao Qingyu stopped her mother, who was about to go crazy, turned her head to the middle-aged woman without changing her face and said, "No matter what we do, in short, this is our territory now, if you want to find someone, you have to say something." ”

The middle-aged woman snorted disdainfully and said, "I'm looking for my son." ”

"Who is your son?" Mother Zhao blurted out.

Zhao Qingyu sighed in her heart, and she instantly understood something.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman pulled the curly hair on her head with her hand and said, "My son is Wang Lei, I heard that he works in your house?" ”

Mother Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and looked contemptuous, and pouted: "It turns out that you are Wang Lei's mother." ”

The contempt in her words was very strong, and she also looked at the middle-aged woman with the corner of her eyes, which made people feel a kind of ...... The urge to hit someone.

The middle-aged woman was really annoyed by Zhao's mother's expression and tone, she snorted angrily and said, "Where is Wang Lei?" Hurry up and release my son! ”

Zhao Qingyu sneered and let it out?

said as if Wang Lei was detained by her family.

"Why are you smiling at a girl?"

Zhao Qingyu didn't pay attention to her at all, and what she thought in her heart was: Oh, I can laugh if I want to.

"You don't care what my daughter is laughing at, you hurry up, Wang Lei is not here."

Mother Zhao was not angry when she thought of this kind of woman who didn't even care about her son, and she couldn't even open her mouth to drive her away.

And this woman herself is dressed like a dog, and her son wears two old coats alternately every time, and he doesn't even have a pair of decent shoes, which Wang Lei sewed and mended by himself.

Where is the middle-aged woman willing to go, she turned around and sat on the chair next to her, and hummed: "You don't fool me, our fellow villagers have seen him working in your house, you quickly take him out." ”

In fact, at this time, Wang Lei and Zhao's father went out to buy things together, and it is estimated that they will come back soon.

Zhao's mother was worried that the two of them would come back later and be met by this woman, so she made a look at Zhao Qingyu and asked her to call her father to remind her.

It's a pity that Zhao Qingyu just walked out and was about to dial Zhao's father's phone, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Zhao's father walking towards this side with Wang Lei and Wang Lei not far away, and both of them carried two large plastic bags full of vegetables in their hands.

Zhao Qingyu hurriedly greeted him, and walked over and over again and squeezed his eyes with Zhao's father and Wang Lei who were coming to him, hoping that they would be able to receive their intentions.

However......

"Xiaoyu, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

“…… No. ”

"Then why don't you keep squeezing in, come in."

Zhao Qingyu wanted to speak again, but there was a knocking sound behind him, and there was no need to think about it, Wang Lei's mother came over wearing high heels.

"Xiao Lei!"

Wang Lei originally had a faint smile on his face, but when he heard this call, he turned his head to look behind Zhao Qingyu in disbelief, and the smile on his face froze.

"Wang Lei, who is this?" Father Zhao asked curiously.

Wang Lei didn't speak, his face turned pale in an instant, and Zhao Qingyu muttered in a low voice: "This is Wang Lei's mother." ”

"Oh, it's Wang Lei's...... What? This is your unconscionable mother? ”

Zhao's father's shouting made Wang Lei's mother so angry that the muscles on her face were shaking, and she almost lifted her purse up and smashed it on the former's skull.

"Who do you say has no conscience, I'll tear your mouth apart if you spew blood!"

Zhao's father didn't want to have a conflict with such a shrew in broad daylight, so the two of them hurriedly rushed to the store with their bags.

Wang Lei also lowered his head and followed behind, the middle-aged woman still wanted to stop him, Zhao Qingyu said lightly: "Do you want to quarrel outside?" If you don't want to, go in. ”

The middle-aged woman looked up and found that there were many onlookers on the side of the road, her face changed, and she immediately walked towards the store with a twist.

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