"When I had a fever just now, I vaguely remembered that I should not have been lost, but taken away by human traffickers. There was a girl I called my sister, about eight or nine years old, and she took me outside, and then I was picked up by a man and ran to the car, and I called her, but she ignored it, and turned around and ran as fast as she could."

"Later, I didn't know how to get out of the hands of traffickers, and then I was picked up by Song Xiwen Actually, I should be grateful to Song Xiwen, after all, she saved me. Compared to the sister I remember who pushed me into the fire pit, she is actually quite good. ”

This is another inside story that Jiang Yan doesn't know.

So Song Jiawen's disappearance back then was not an accident, was it her family who was doing ghosts?

And the ghost is still a little girl of eight or nine years old? How bad does this have to be to do this?

Eight or nine years old

Because of these bad memories, Song Jiawen is very reluctant to recognize her family, at least for now!

"Okay, if you don't admit it, you won't admit it, anyway, you have the means to make a living now, and you don't have to rely on anyone."

The two went out after eating and walked back.

At this time, it was close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Yunzhou, which had been hot for a day, finally quieted down, and the breeze blew, bringing a little coolness.

There are few pedestrians on the road, and only occasionally cars pass by, whistling and flashing.

During the school break before, Song Jiawen put most of her luggage here with Jiang Yan, and during the two days she lived with Song Xiwen, she only brought a small amount of change of clothes.

Returning to him at this time is like a place to live for a long time.

Song Jiawen found her pajamas to take a bath, and before she went in, she asked Jiang Yan, "I may stay here for a long time during the summer vacation. Rent? ”

Jiang Yan joked, "If you want to give it to me, you will definitely not refuse, but you can take the painting." ”

Who knew that Song Jiawen was really thinking seriously, "I now cost 1,000 for a painting, so how much does your monthly rent cost here?" Five hundred? I'm a shared house, so I shouldn't need so much. ”

Jiang Yan was speechless for a moment, "According to what you say, if I accept a painting from you, I have to ask you for money?" ”

After being depressed all night, Song Jiawen was happy, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly into the bathroom.

At half past seven the next morning, Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan had breakfast outside, and then went to Song Xiwen to get her bag.

Song Xiwen deliberately waited for her at home today, and was relieved to see Jiang Yan following.

She glanced at Jiang Yan and couldn't help but say, "Xiao Yan, your exams are over, don't you go to see your father?" ”

The last time his third uncle went to see Boss Jiang, he didn't know what the brothers talked about, but after he came back, there were rumors in the village, and it was very difficult to hear.

Among them is Jiang Yan's son, who is wolf-hearted and dog-hearted, and after being picked up by his mother, he didn't even recognize his father.

Song Xiwen didn't see his mother come to pick him up, but she didn't know what the rumors were about.

"I'll see it, I'll be empty in a few days."

Jiang Yan replied casually, not knowing the rumors in Song Xiwen's heart. However, even if he knew, he didn't care.

But before leaving Yunzhou to go to college, he did plan to meet his father.

After two lifetimes of goodbye, some things will inevitably be dissected and told to his Lao Tzu, and he also wants to see if the man who worked hard for that family, and the brothers and nephews who are wolf-hearted, will regret it.

I only mentioned Jiang Yan's matter, and it was not easy to say much about the other Song Xiwen.

She followed Song Jiawen to the bedroom, "After you left yesterday, I told my uncle that you were called away by your classmates and had a party at night, and he didn't suspect it. Gaga, let's do this first, okay? Uncle, he loves you so much."

Song Jiawen lowered her head to pack her clothes and schoolbag, and she didn't say anything when she heard it, after all, she was reluctant to let go of her uncle and grandmother.

What's more, now she doesn't plan to recognize her own gang, so. Forget it, Song Xiwen won't say it if she doesn't say it, anyway, in the future, she will treat her grandmother and uncle as her closest relatives.

Song Jiawen's silence was regarded as a default by Song Xiwen, she was overjoyed, and stuffed another cigarette into her packed backpack and asked her to take it back to her uncle.

The two took a ride back to Jianghai Town, and as soon as they got out of the car, they heard someone calling them.

"Gaga."

"Jiang Yan."

Yang Dan and the others ran over from the shade of a tree not far away, and hugged Song Jiawen, "But I'll wait for you, let's take a walk, go take pictures first, and then everyone will wait for you to evaluate the score together." ”

Take a day off today, and tomorrow you will start to evaluate and fill in the volunteers.

Originally, there was only the first class of the third year of high school today, but when the other classes heard that Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan were back, they also came over to join in the fun.

After taking a group photo of the first class, the second class also came up and called for a photo, followed by the third class.

Everyone is giggling, and they don't know the taste of sorrow at all.

Jiang Yan is much more active when she looks at Song Jiawen taking photos with everyone than in No. 1 Middle School, it seems that she is still close to Jiang Hai, too, she has been here for nearly three years, because of her young age, everyone in the class treats her as a sister, and takes more care of her in ordinary life.

Not to mention the teachers of Jianghai Middle School, they all directly treat her as a treasure.

After taking the belated graduation photo, everyone returned to the classroom laughing, and suddenly someone asked, "Gaga, have you estimated the score?" How many? ”

The class fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Song Jiawen.

She tilted her head and smiled, "A simple estimate, it's about .730." ”

Ooh!

Not to mention them, Lao Yudu, who had just walked to the door of the classroom, stumbled and almost fell.

This point, this point can be the provincial champion.

Old than excited, my heart is about to jump out, although、but. Song Jiawen finally transferred to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, but no matter what, they went out of Jianghai, and they were his students.

Lao Yu turned around the door twice, and didn't listen to other people's assessments, so he ran to the office, and he had to call the principal to inform him of the good news.

"Jiang Yan, what about you? How much do you estimate? ”

On the way back, Jiang Yan had the answer with Song Jiawen, and he had already counted his scores, probably, he could go to Beijing University.

"I, I can't do it, I can't compare with Song Jiawen." Jiang Yan sighed a little sadly, "That's it, it's just over seven hundred." ”

Class 1 Students:

"Damn, this shit, beat him!"

Because after Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan went to No. 1 Middle School, they sent a lot of test papers, notes, and some difficult problems to everyone, so the senior students of Jianghai Middle School made a lot of progress during this time.

Especially the senior year class.

Everyone is almost desperate to learn, of course, not to compare with Song Jiawen, and there is no comparison with her.

It's just that some of the boys in the class don't want to be left behind too much by Jiang Yan, a madman, while others see this and work very hard. This is how the atmosphere of a class is driven.

But I just didn't expect it

This guy won't be even crazier when he gets to No. 1 Middle School, right?

But after making trouble, they are still happy that their friends can do well in the exam.

In the end, at least two-thirds of the students in the class were over 500.

This chapter has been completely changed!