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When Yang Ling returned home, it was late at night, so he pushed open the door of his house and parked his bicycle in the yard.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the silent courtyard, and after a sound of footsteps, the light at the kitchen door came on.

"Coming back?" Yang Ling's father squatted at the kitchen door smoking a cigarette, his voice dull and with some anger.

"Haven't slept yet?" Yang Ling glanced back at his father, then went to the bathroom in the courtyard to wash his face and go to the toilet.

"Where's it going tonight?" His father's voice drifted into the toilet and fell into his ears.

"White Moon Bay!"

"I just started school, I don't study hard at home, what is Baiyue Bay going to? A child from a poor family, who is like a gangster all day long, how will he start a family in the future! ”

"I went there with a few classmates and sat there for a while, and I didn't do anything illegal and undisciplined!"

"Why do you still want to do something illegal and undisciplined?"

"Dad, what's wrong tonight? Why did you get weird as soon as you came back? Yang Ling flushed the toilet inside, then put on his pants and walked out of the toilet.

"It's nothing, I drank some wine, and I'm not in a good mood!"

"Why?"

"Brother, when I reach the age of marrying a daughter-in-law, I don't want to go to school, and my sister, I'm only ten years old now, what kind of strength do I have to be a stupid man in the countryside, one is more than the other, and the other is not like a gangster!" After saying this, his father extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, got up and walked towards the hall. "Think about it, since you're in high school, study hard, fight for some energy, and don't let me down."

Looking at the figure of his father's love walking into the house, Yang Ling's nose suddenly became sore, and tears almost fell.

He turned off the lights in the courtyard and walked straight into his room.

Lying on the bed, he thought a lot, and he suddenly soberly found that there was a big gap between his family and the Zhiming family, the Zhiming family opened a clinic, and he had an older sister who was attending a health school and was about to graduate. This sister is going to marry out in the future, his family conditions are good, and his mother's daily income can bear his father's monthly income. ~iQiwen i7wx! Fastest update

Therefore, people don't have to worry about making money in the future, and their mother's clinic is enough for the family's food and clothing.

As for his own family, his brother has to rely on himself to marry a wife and build a house, and he will have to rely on himself for everything after graduation in the future.

He couldn't go on like this, the burden of the future was still very heavy, he thought secretly in his heart, and decided to replan his future.

Since this night, Yang Ling has obviously grown up, he is no longer as giggling as before, but a lot more stable and sensible.

His transformation was strange to many. Especially Wang Qianqian, in the past, when Yang Ling saw Wang Qianqian, he would walk up with a hippie smile and scold her and push her.

And this semester, when he saw Wang Qianqian again, he was more polite and respectful.

Wang Qianqian found that Yang Ling had changed, and he had changed like a change

A person seems to have it.

The autumn weather is gradually less hot and more refreshing.

On weekends, Wang Qianqian asked a few friends to go to the Xinhua bookstore in the city to read books.

Xinhua Bookstore is located in the west of the city, which is a Hui residential area, and some Hui people come and go in it. The biggest difference between them and the local Han Chinese is that the men wear small white hats, while the women use silk scarves to cover their entire faces. In addition to these differences, there is also their faith, they believe in Islam, and the mosque is where they worship.

Outside the gate of Xinhua Bookstore, there are several stout and tall French plane trees, all of which are more than 100 years old.

These plane trees are planted on both sides of the road of Xinhua Bookstore, making the quaint alley of this blue brick house even more poetic.

When Wang Qianqian came out of Xinhua Bookstore, he happened to meet Zhiming.

On this day, Zhiming wore a white shirt, white pants, and a pair of clean sneakers on his feet to look youthful.

"Hey, Wang Qianqian?" Jiming stopped her bike and stopped her. "It's such a coincidence, also come to the bookstore?"

"Hmm!"

"Let's go, I want to go to the bookstore and buy some reference materials, and by the way, help me refer to them." Zhiming began to take the initiative to talk to Wang Qianqian, he quickly parked the bicycle, and then looked at Wang Qianqian with an inquiring gaze.

"No, we have something to do!" Wang Qianqian's face was crimson, and he pulled the female classmate and walked forward quickly.

"Hey!" Zhiming wanted to say something, but Wang Qianqian deliberately avoided himself, so he had to turn around and walk into Xinhua Bookstore alone.

At this time, in a corner of Xinhua Bookstore, a handsome-looking girl was flipping through a foreign masterpiece.

When Jiming walked past her, she immediately stopped him: "Hey, okay!"

"Good!" Jimin turned his head to look at the girl, his eyes were cold and his expression was serene.

"It's a freshman in high school, right? My name is Qu Miaomiao, from the first and second classes, I am very happy to meet, and I hope to be friends with me! The girl closed the book in her hand and generously reached out to shake his hand.

"My name is Jiming!" Jiming gave her a cold look, turned and left where he was.

"Hey, remember, my name is Qu Miaomiao!" The girl reiterated her name again, then waved at Jiming.

Zhiming glanced at her, and then looked down for the study materials he needed.

(End of chapter)