After the library card incident, Ma Tingting was honest for a while, and then she suddenly became obsessed with drawing, and she kept drawing in and out of class. Yang Ji has seen the paintings she painted. Not to mention, it's good that a person who has never received professional training can draw a seven-point similar to a comic book.

Because the grades were not satisfactory, and the family conditions were still allowed, in the third year of junior high school, Ma Tingting began professional training, trying to get admitted to the provincial No. 1 middle school through artistic points.

Maybe Heaven is fair in some ways. When you don't have the talent to learn, you will definitely be able to make up for it in other areas.

Except for some students who had already chosen a technical school, the rest of the students in the class worked hard to review, hoping to be admitted to the key middle schools in the province.

Yang Ji is in the top ten in the class, but judging from the acceptance rate in previous years, there is not much hope of being admitted to the provincial No. 1 middle school. Because in a township middle school like theirs, each class has a maximum of five exams per year.

There is not much hope but it does not mean that there is none, Lao Liang usually encourages her to study hard and strive for the first middle school.

As for Yang Yisheng, his previous foundation was too poor, and Yang Ji tutored him for a semester, but his ranking was still in the middle and lower reaches.

Of course, Lao Liang persuaded him to go to secondary school, saying that after practicing a technique, he would not worry about not being able to find food. Yang Yisheng sternly refused at that time: "Lao Liang, I know that you can get more than 1,000 yuan for a person who pulls in the technical school, but you can't just sell us as pigs!" ”

After Lao Liang was speechless as he said, Lao Liang never persuaded him again.

During the holidays, Yang Ji thought about asking Yang Yisheng to review well, and she used her mother's old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone to dial his number, and it was noisy.

She asked, "Yang Yisheng, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm helping my grandparents collect waste," he said. ”

She couldn't say a word, her throat choked suddenly, then hung up the phone, buried herself in front of the homework book and secretly cried.

After crying, she saw that her mother was still squinting and cutting the thread, and she said distressedly, "Mom, I'll help you do it." ”

Her mother immediately scolded her with an angry face: "You read your books well, you want to do these rotten jobs so much, and when you fail the college entrance examination, I will let you do enough." It's not productive! ”

She rolled her eyes and went back to her homework. His brother, on the other hand, stayed out until dinner before coming back.

Her mother also chased her brother around until he cried and begged for mercy before letting him eat. And then the next day it's the same cycle again.

When Yang Ji finally received the mysterious letter, there was only one sentence in the letter: "I must become a lawyer in the future and rehabilitate all those who have been treated unfairly." ”

She continued to press the letter under the desk after reading it, she didn't know who this person was, but she wanted his dream to come true. After all, it's better to have an ideal than nothing. She pondered her future, but sadly found that she had no other ideals than a desire for money.

"I want to be a carpenter who can write fairy tales." When Yang Yisheng asked him, he thought for a long time and replied: "It's just the kind that writes dark fairy tales." ”

He took out the notebook that he had called a secret before: "Do you remember the story I told you about the hedgehog and the pig? That story was written when I was a freshman in junior high school. I've always been shy to mention this dream because I feel like it's wishful thinking. But in front of you, I don't think I'm pretending. ”

That day, Yang Ji couldn't sleep because of his aunt's pain, and he stayed with her in the classroom at about two o'clock in the morning to watch "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

Yang Ji was lying on the table with her stomach covered, and the smile on her pale face faded a little: "Then can I take a look at your great works?" ”

After getting his permission, Yang Ji said to him inch by inch: "You should read it to me, I like to hear what you say to me." ”

"Do you have to be lazy like this? It's just a stomach ache, not an eye ache. He sat next to her and reproached with a doting expression. I already took the manuscript she handed over.

"I really can't help it, who made me a patient" Because she was ashamed to say the real reason, Yang Ji lied to him that she had a bad stomach. ”

"What follows is the story of a puppet who falls in love with Snow White. The puppet was just a toy for the princess when she was a child, but the princess would tell the puppet every time she had something, and gradually, the puppet found that he liked the princess······"

Yang Ji tilted his head to look at him, his eyelashes were long and thick, his lips had a nice arc, and he looked serious when he read the story, like a teenager in a dream.

"Yang Yisheng, what kind of position do I have in your heart?" She abruptly interrupted him and asked, she needed to know urgently.

"Yang Ji, for me, you are the most important person in my life."

It was a starry day, and they only had one light on in the classroom, but she remembered every detail clearly, even a worn-out broom at the back of the classroom, even a little ink on his fingers.

He said that she was the most important person in his life, and that was enough, and Yang Ji wanted to wait for them to be older, so that they could leave this place together and pursue a better future.

It turns out that this is his secret, no wonder he gets a high score in every Chinese exam essay. But it is also because he spends most of his time writing essays in every exam, so his Chinese scores are not very good.

However, after discovering his secret, Yang Ji was even more confused, she once suspected that the mysterious letter was from Yang Yisheng, but now she found out that it was not him, so who is it?