Han Yichen's words were like a detective uncovering the truth of the mystery, Hua Wenqing suddenly felt that Han Yichen was very scary, he didn't understand where he showed his flaws, Han Yichen actually knew everything in less than three days.

"Am I right?"

Han Yichen asked Hua Wenqing again, but Hua Wenqing waved his hand weakly and said, "You guessed wrong." ”

"I didn't guess." Han Yichen just replied gently, then turned around and continued to read.

Class by class, this is the first time that Hua Wenqing has not been in class, but has been staring at the teacher on the podium, so even the teacher who is teaching is surprised.

Especially Han Shaoying, she is not less worried about this student. In the past, when he was in class, Hua Wenqing always didn't listen carefully, and the teacher complained that Hua Wenqing was in class.

Han Shaoying also found Hua Wenqing and did a lot of ideological work. However, Hua Wenqing went his own way, listened to all his thoughts and work, and did not change his behavior. This gave Han Shaoying a headache.

Fortunately, Hua Wenqing's academic performance has been relatively stable, at the upper middle level, and over time the teacher has become accustomed to it, but he can't help but feel sorry in his heart, thinking that this child is smart, but unfortunately he is too playful.

Not only did the teacher think so, but even the students thought that their classmate was a smart but not motivated person. This is also the effect of Hua Wenqing's thoughts, he didn't work hard, he worked hard, but after working hard, he found that the gap was still there, I don't know if it was vanity or self-esteem, he chose to live in everyone's eyes proudly with such a attitude.

Now Hua Wenqing actually listened to the lecture during class time, which made Han Shaoying's heart a little relieved, and he couldn't help but cast an appreciative look.

But she may not know that Hua Wenqing at this moment didn't listen to a word, on the contrary, when he was there, he listened carefully to all the teachers' lectures.

Han Yichen still didn't attend the last class in the afternoon, and he came to Jiangcheng Middle School where Li Simeng was located early. Hua Wenqing looked at the empty table position, his mood was very complicated, and he began to wonder, why didn't this table have the last class? How did Han Shaoying, the female devil, let go of Han Yichen?

When Han Yichen saw Hua Wenqing again, it was already the next day's morning self-study.

"Beaten?" Han Yichen looked at Hua Wen, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and asked lightly without changing his face.

"Fall!" Hua Wenqing replied angrily.

Han Yichen took out the book from his schoolbag and asked, "Can't beat it?" ”

"Who said I couldn't beat it!" Hua Wenqing's voice suddenly rose a lot higher, attracting the attention of his classmates, and they found out that Hua Wenqing had been beaten. Thinking of Ren Jie's words yesterday, everyone understands at once.

Han Yichen sneered, put the schoolbag in the drawer, opened the book, and read it.

After a while, Hua Wenqing came up with a sentence: "There are many of them." ”

Han Yichen turned his head to look at Hua Wenqing and looked at it carefully: "It's not disfigured." ”

Hua Wenqing was amused by Han Yichen, but he didn't expect Han Yichen to be humorous, which was a bit interesting.

"Why don't you have to attend the last class?"

Many students wanted to know about this question, and they saw that the students who were closer to each other turned around and wanted to inquire about the matter.

"Because it's good to study."

Han Yichen is not salty and does not speak lightly, but how can the people around him listen to it so badly.

"I've heard that in foreign countries, you can't even do basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?" A classmate whispered a question, he was very skeptical that Han Yichen was good at studying abroad, and he still thought so when he returned to Huaxia.

"Boy, Huaxia Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, are you underestimating us too much." Hua Wenqing also wants to beat the cold and dust, what is good academic performance, and he doesn't have to go to class.

"I'm from Huaxia." Han Yichen replied lightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Hua Wenqing's expression, and his eyes fell on the book.

Everyone was bored and went to their own places.

In the evening a month later, Li Simeng did not go to the bookstore, and Han Yichen did not enter the bookstore, so he kept walking in the direction of Li Simeng's house.

Li Simeng suddenly stopped not far from the door of Li's house, stunned there, and looked at the garden behind Li's house. Han Yichen stood on the other side of the road and looked at Li Simeng.

Li Simeng's light was not extinguished that night, and Han Yichen knew that Li Simeng was not studying. He sat on the bay window, looking at the light opposite in a daze, his mind a little messy.

It wasn't until late at night that the lights in Li Simeng's room went out, but Han Yichen knew that Li Simeng was not asleep, so he also turned off the lights and lay on the bed looking at the dark ceiling in a daze, and Li Simeng on the opposite side was the same.

The sky was slightly bright, the fog rose in the early morning, and a figure walked into the cemetery in the haze, holding a flower in his hand and placing it in front of a mausoleum.

"Aunt Zhou, hello, my name is Han Yichen, and I am the son of Han Luomei. Of course you may not like me, but the person you hate actually hates me. I saw Simeng, and my mother told me that if I were a girl my name would be Simeng, but unfortunately I was a boy, so I used Yichen. ”

Han Yichen sat alone in front of Zhou Jingfang's mausoleum, slowly telling about his acquaintance with Li Simeng in the past few days.

When the warm morning sun hit Han Yichen's face, he raised his hand and looked at the time, before slowly getting up and bowing deeply to the mausoleum.

"Aunt Zhou, I have to go, because that person, I may not be able to stand in front of her in this life." After speaking, Han Yichen looked at the door of the cemetery, sighed long, and then gradually left.

Not long after Han Yichen left, two figures also appeared in front of Zhou Jingfang's mausoleum, which were Li Simeng and the accompanying housekeeper.

Li Simeng looked at the bouquet of lilies in front of the mausoleum, and then looked around, she wondered who would remember her mother after so many years.

Li Yaomin still hasn't appeared this year, and he is still too busy to see anyone. Li Simeng called, originally wanted to remind him of today's special day, but Li Yaomin didn't give Li Simeng too many opportunities, just replied that he was busy and waited for him to go home.

Li Simeng also sat in front of Zhou Jingfang's mausoleum, tears flowed uncontrollably, and she just cried low for a long time. And the place where she sat was the same position that Han Yichen had just sat in.

"Mom, Dad didn't come again, but don't be sad, your daughter will always be with you." Li Simeng's eyes were red, but her voice was calm, she had been crying for so long, and after some thoughts were cleared, Li Simeng was trying to give Zhou Jingfang the best smile.

"Who sent this bouquet of flowers, besides me, someone has been here this year," Li Simeng looked up at the sky: "I came to see you early in the morning, it must be your very good friend." ”

Li Simeng took the bouquet of lilies and was very pleased. She was the only one who had been here for all these years, and she didn't know that there was a second person here this year, and before her.

Li Simeng kept saying something in front of Zhou Jingfang's mausoleum, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning, but never cried again. The housekeeper on the side looked at Li Simeng's appearance, slightly sad, but only sad and sympathetic, after all, he was just a little housekeeper, and he had no status in the Li family at all.