Lin Qinghan is very sensitive to other people's emotions. She immediately found out what was wrong with Lin Yan. She always found that Lin Yan was very concerned about this matter, and even at this moment, it was a little different from her usual pampering and gentle mother.
She was afraid that Lin Yan was really in a hurry to get angry, and immediately explained: "Mom, she is a girl, she is the study committee member in my class, and her grades are very good. She is... She is teaching me the topic."
"Really?" Lin Yan knew that her daughter was well-behaved and sensible. She would never question what Lin Qinghan said on weekdays, but when she encountered her daughter's relationship, she couldn't control herself.
Lin Qinghan reluctantly handed her the phone and clicked on Qu Mojing's avatar: "Mom, look, it's really a girl. Mom, I... I've said it all, they don't like me, they even despise me, I... I can't... Puppy love."
Lin Qinghan's expression changed from panic to calm, but the ray of light in her beautiful eyes had dimmed. No matter how clearly she realized this fact, she couldn't accept it calmly. She wanted friends. However, she always felt that standing with others, she was like a douchebag. She didn't know how to express, communicate, and didn't dare to say what was in her heart.
Lin Yan's anxious heart finally calmed down when she saw the information, but when she heard Lin Qinghan's words, her heart was slammed again, she took a deep breath and her eyes were full of regret. Then again, she clearly knew what her child was like, but she was suspicious like a madman, and finally made her sad.
"Han'er, you... don't say that, it's because they can't see your goodness. My Han'er is sensible and good-looking, and she's so good-looking. They don't understand. When you grow up and graduate, you will definitely feel really sad. Your people." Although Lin Yan had a strange obsession with children's puppy love, she felt pain to Lin Qinghan to the core.
She didn't know how many times she ran because of Lin Qinghan being bullied, but the school was always perfunctory, and Lin Qinghan went to school to reduce or exempt part of the tuition fee. No matter how miserable you are, you will hide it and endure it silently.
The more Lin Yan thought about it, the more she blamed herself, hugged her daughter and choked: "It's my mother who's sorry for you, my mother is useless, I can't make much money, but I always want you to take care of me. You can't help you when you are bullied, and you can't protect you. "
Lin Qinghan was most afraid of Lin Yan crying, so she quickly raised her head to wipe Lin Yan's tears: "No, I'm fine like this, really."
The mother and daughter hugged each other with red eyes, until a slight vibration sounded, and Lin Qinghan's phone lit up.
Qu Mojing: Do you understand
Lin Yan glanced at it, released Lin Qinghan and looked at the full chat record above, and said with emotion: "This child is so caring, Han'er finally has a good friend. You...you talk, mother will cook for you. "
"Mom, you rest, I'll come."
Lin Yan put the phone in her hand: "You hurry back to the house, it's rude to let others hang out, I'm fine."
Knowing that the other party was a girl, Lin Yan felt relieved, and then she was happy. Her daughter finally has friends. She must get along well with others, especially when she thinks that Lin Qinghan is so happy, she sincerely hopes that they will always be better, so that her daughter will not be so sad at school.
Lin Qinghan watched Lin Yan enter the kitchen, picked up the phone and sent back a message to Qu Mosheng: "Understood, thank you."
Seeing the news, Qu Mojing leaned slightly on the back of the chair, and gently spun the pen between her white fingers.
"Are you tired, it's time to eat, it's hard work for you."
Although there is no emotion in the words, Qu Mojing can make up her solemn and eager look, her face? It shouldn't be red across the screen, right? Thinking of Lin Qinghan, who had a powerful aura pressing her head when they met at the coffee shop, the corners of her mouth pursed again.
Qu Mojing: Ready to eat, do you want to cook
Qu Mojing watched the news and frowned slightly. If I heard correctly today, Lin Qinghan's mother is ill? She lowered her head and thought for a while. Lin Qinghan was brought home by Kong Yixiang when she was about sixteen, but at that time, mother Lin seemed to have passed away, so she hated the Kong family so much that she did not hesitate to fight against Kong Yixiang to intercept him and buy Qiansheng.
Wei Wei sighed, she had paid too much attention to Lin Qinghan, she could only sigh for this kind of thing, after all, she couldn't directly intervene, and there was no way to intervene in this kind of thing.
Lin Qinghan: I'll do it right away, you go to dinner.
Probably feeling too stiff, she added another expression: [smile]
It just seems to be accustomed to using this, and it is still that sarcasm. She was in a hurry and reissued two more.
Qu Mojing burst out laughing, and casually clicked a cute one and sent it over.
Qu Mojing: Be good, let's cook. Remember to get up early tomorrow, don't be late.
Lin Qinghan hurriedly returned to her. In the evening, after washing up, Lin Qinghan packed up the things for class, and looked at the homework that had been done, with a sense of relief in her eyes. Just as he was about to close his schoolbag, he thought about it, looked up at the worn-out alarm clock, took out some worn-out extracurricular tutoring assignments, and sat down quietly to do it. The math problems that used to be boring, now seem to be magic in her eyes. Even though there are still many things that you can't understand, her heart is very calm.
At 10:30, she glanced at Lin Yan, who couldn't hold back her falling asleep, and then turned off the light and crawled into the bed. In the dark of the night, there was a faint light from the bed, Lin Qinghan looked at the two words in the dialog box, and hesitated for a long time while staring at the still-lit head portrait, and finally pressed the button. After the two simple good nights were deleted by her, she turned off her phone and whispered, "Good night."
This almost silent good night dissipated in a blink of an eye in the silent night, but it was full of gratitude from a humble girl.
Lin Yan was able to fall asleep peacefully at night and would not be woken up again. Seeing that the household supplies were running out, she could no longer rest.
The school has morning reading. Lin Qinghan has to get up early and prepare meals for noon. Although the cafeteria was very economical at the beginning, it was still a lot of expenses for Lin Qinghan's family, so she basically brought her own meals.
Said to be a simple and pitiful meal, a bowl of rice is accompanied by some dried plum vegetables, a piece of homemade fermented bean curd, and some tempeh. Lin Yan grew up in a rural area, and these snacks at home are very well made, so it looks simple but tastes very good. But for a girl who is growing, it is not a good thing after all, but Lin Yan had no choice but to try to add vegetables to Lin Qinghan several times, but Lin Qinghan secretly took it out.
Lin Qinghan didn't feel how bad her life was. In her opinion, being able to save money for Lin Yan to get treatment was more important than anything else.
After saying goodbye to Lin Yan and telling her not to go out to work, Lin Qinghan went out quickly. Her home is not far from the school but not too close, and it takes more than ten minutes to ride a bicycle. There is no bicycle in her home, so she walks for nearly half an hour.
She walked out of the alley with her head buried in it, thinking about the time to go out, she couldn't help but quicken her pace. Just as she was about to turn the intersection, she heard a familiar bell. Lin Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and raised his head in disbelief. Under the street lights at the intersection, a bicycle was parked there. Qu Mojing, wearing a blue and white school uniform, held the bicycle and looked at her.
She blinked, and saw She Jiayi and Chen Yao behind her again, her eyes shrank a little, and she tightened her schoolbag strap and felt at a loss.
Qu Mojing naturally took a close look at the change in her expression, and glanced at her friend behind her. She Jiayi stuck out her tongue and waved at Lin Qinghan: "Good morning, Lin... Classmate Lin." After speaking, she smiled a little embarrassedly, and suddenly forgot Lin Qinghan's name.
Chen Yao was not so enthusiastic, but nodded and smiled lightly.
Qu Mojing knew Lin Qinghan, so she didn't plan to let She Jiayi and Chen Yao have direct contact with Lin Qinghan. It's just a little late today. She Jiayi knows that she sends Lin Qinghan home every day, so she mentioned that Lin Qinghan always likes to arrive late when she reads early, so it's better to take her to school by the way.
Of course, Qu Mojing knew that She Jiayi was curious, but what she said was true. She thought about it and waited for a while, and sure enough, the little girl hadn't left.
Seeing that she was about to shrink back, Qu Mojing tilted her head: "I'm going to be late, I haven't come up yet."
It's less than seven o'clock at the moment, the sky is pale, and Yancheng, which is full of high-rise buildings, has begun to wake up at this moment. Lin Qinghan's ears were slightly red, and she lowered her head and carefully sat in the back seat, watching her sit firmly before Qu Mojing stepped into the car.
With others around, Lin Qinghan had nowhere to put her hands. It took a long time before she grabbed the edge of the back seat. When the car slid out, she tensed and swayed. Fortunately, after taking her for a few days, Qu Mojing has become very proficient. He stabilized the handlebars, lowered his head and said softly, "Hold tight."
Lin Qinghan hesitated, and finally wrapped her waist honestly.
The three followed them all the way to the school. She Jiayi looked at them from time to time with interest in her eyes. To be honest, she really didn't expect the increasingly quiet and quiet Qu Mojing to be so considerate, and even let Lin Qinghan hug her waist. You must know that there were times when her car was out of gas, and Qu Mojing took her, but Qu Mojing didn't let her hold her.
Riding a bike was much faster than walking, and the four of them were only halfway into the classroom.
Seeing Lin Qinghan coming in with the three of them, some students in the class were a little surprised, but Qu Mojing just pretended not to see it, and sat down calmly.
The head teacher, Wang Weixing, came to check the post accordingly. In the last few rows of the class, there were a few playful boys who were not reading the text, but took the Chinese textbook to transfer books in the competition. Attracting some students nearby to watch, Wang Weixing raised his brows and shouted sharply, "What are you doing!"
The drink was so frightening that several people's books were smashed on the table, and the sound of reading in the class instantly fell silent. The head teacher looked very angry, walked over and threw the book of the boy at the farthest out of the back door, and scolded his students loudly: "If you don't want to study, get out of here, don't make mouse shit, it will ruin my pot of good porridge! "
The book flew over quickly, and happened to fly over Lin Qinghan who was sitting at the back door. She was taken aback, closed her eyes and quickly blocked her hand in front of her. As she gasped low, the book made a muffled sound, and then "Crack. smashed to the ground.
The atmosphere in the class was suppressed to the extreme, and the entire classroom was so quiet that even breathing could be heard, so the gasping sound was obvious, and the head teacher and classmates immediately turned their attention to Lin Qinghan.
Wang Weixing's face was gloomy, and when he saw that it was Lin Qinghan, the embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and then he turned his head and continued coldly angrily: "Go outside and endorse me! Others continue to read."
A farce was revealed, and the sparse reading sounded, gradually merging. Qu Mojing frowned slightly as he looked at Lin Qinghan who lowered his head and tucked his hands under the table, his lips pursed so white. A few students were talking in low voices, laughing while talking: "Then who is unlucky enough to hit her, it hurts to look at. Haha, this is called... What kind of fish?"
"It's a disaster for Chiyu! Alas, you can see that she is aggrieved enough, and she can only be silent when she hits it. It's too miserable." Although she seemed sympathetic, she was full of schadenfreude.
She Jiayi raised her eyebrows when she heard it. Although she didn't contact Lin Qinghan before, she didn't care much about how her classmates treated Lin Qinghan, but now she's a little familiar with her, and Qu Mojing also cared about her, and she was instantly furious. He turned his head and said coldly: "If you don't endorse it properly, you will talk nonsense."
A few boys immediately shut their mouths, and wanted to speak with some dissatisfaction, but Qu Mojing gave him a cold glance, and he didn't dare to speak up, and finally hesitantly endorsed.
After the morning reading, Qu Mojing walked straight to Lin Qinghan and whispered, "Did you hit your hand?"
Lin Qinghan shrank his hands and shook his head: "No... I didn't hit it."
Qu Mojing's heart agitated, he took a breath, and then calmly said, "Stand out your right hand."
Lin Qinghan lowered his head and said nothing, while Qu Mojing stood quietly in front of her without speaking.
After a long time, the somewhat thin hand slowly stretched out, curling the fingers.
Qu Mojing held her hand, it was cold and cold, making her hand tighten slightly, then turned the back of her hand over, and her face suddenly became darker.
Lin Qinghan has no flesh on her hands, her phalanx is distinct, her skin is very white, but she has an unhealthy pallor and looks a little malnourished. At this moment, the back of her hand was blue, and the middle was purple and bleeding. It seems that the corner of the book hit it and scratched the skin.
A book thrown out by an adult man in a rage, one can imagine how painful it is to hit the corner of the book on his hand. Qu Mojing took a deep breath, grabbed her wrist and walked straight out.
The author has something to say: This is a real incident. It was a mixture of two things when I was in school. It was me who was caught flying. Of course, I was really innocent. . Another time, a pen flew out and stabbed my deskmate. The teacher just looked at it and didn't know she was stabbed, and she didn't say anything.
Switching books and writing is a hobby in school, and many boys have been taught a lesson.
Alas, the little bitter gourd is still very poor.
(In addition, I will explain the chat. It stands to reason that Lin Qinghan can't use the traffic. I haven't opened the Internet for a few years, just for the convenience of the plot, otherwise the mobile phone will be an extra burden.)
She Jiayi: Tsk, let your daughter-in-law hug your waist
Qu Mojing: A man's head and a woman's waist, of course, have to be hugged by his daughter-in-law