Principal Wang didn’t notice Zhang Qiao’s emotions at all, and he kept sighing: “Little Master has a really good appetite. You said she doesn’t gain weight after eating so much, she deserves to be an expert!” In retrospect: "You asked my little master if his hobby is going to give her a gift?"
Zhang Qiao nodded: "Thanks to the little master and Mr. Wang, Si Miao was able to escape this time. They not only saved us Si Miao, but also our family. We must thank them both. But giving gifts is easy. I'm embarrassed to give it something, this thing has to be sent to the heart of the little master!"
Principal Wang touched his hair, and gave a conscientious suggestion: "Why don't you charge her a meal card? You can charge one hundred and eighty thousand, which is almost enough for her food for the past two years."
Zhang Qiao looked at Principal Wang with some difficulty, feeling that his stalwart image in his heart had collapsed. Besides superstition, this principal was also greedy for money!
After pondering his rhetoric, Zhang Qiao decisively rejected President Wang’s suggestion: "There is no problem with a gift of one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand, but how can one fill one hundred thousand in the meal card? So much money is enough for ten or eight years. It's new! Who else will give gifts and meal cards?"
"What's wrong with the meal card? Don't care about anything, as long as it is sent to the little master's heart, it is a good gift." President Wang was afraid that Lin Qingyin would chase after him and ask for free meals. Using ordinary people’s calculations, what’s wrong with more skilled people eating more? I’m telling you that the little master told me yesterday that I want to live in school, and asked me what snacks would be available after the evening self-study. What happened to her this day? I have to eat four meals. Is 100,000 yuan more than two years?"
Seeing Zhang Qiao still hesitating, Principal Wang patted his chest: "Don't worry, after two years of her graduation, I will withdraw all the money left in the meal card and give it to her, right?"
It is true that this money cannot be blinded when it is charged into the meal card, and Zhang Qiao also knows that the principal will definitely not take Lin Qingyin's advantage. After all, this amount of money is not as precious as his hair.
Zhang Qiao thought for a while and agreed to give Lin Qingyin a gift card as a gift.
Principal Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the little master's meal has been paid, she will not chase after herself and ask for free meals. She has saved a large amount of expenses for the school. It is really wit!
After filling up the meal card, it’s almost time for school. Today is Saturday, so high school students don’t have to study in the evening. After school, the students carried their schoolbags out of the classroom in twos and threes, and the school gate was full of luxury cars waiting to pick up their children.
After school, Zhang Simiao hurriedly packed his schoolbags and ran to Lin Qingyin to wait for her. After leaving the classroom, Zhang Simiao took Lin Qingyin's hand and the other hand around her arm, looking excited.
Lin Qingyin looked at the little Huanxi that couldn't hide on Zhang Simiao's face and was a little confused. Why did Zhang Simiao suddenly like herself so much? Just because I saved her? But there are so many people saved by myself, and none of them resemble her!
Seeing that Lin Qingyin was looking at herself, Zhang Simiao hurriedly smiled at her, but the hand holding her arm just didn't let go.
Forget it, hug if you like, Lin Qingyin turned his head back indifferently.
"Lin Qingyin, I heard you told Teacher Yu that you are going to live on campus from next week?" Zhang Simiao asked nervously, "I also want to live on campus. Can we have a dormitory by then?"
"Yes!" Lin Qingyin nodded. She hasn't had the experience of living in the same room with outsiders, but compared to others, she also hopes that the person living with is Zhang Simiao. This girl has a kind personality and is quite cute. It must be very harmonious.
Hearing Lin Qingyin's consent, Zhang Simiao immediately laughed happily, and put Lin Qingyin's arms tighter, for fear that she would run away.
Lin Qingyin dragged Zhang Simiao out of the school gate. Zhang Qiao and Ding Hong had already waited by the door. They hurried over when they saw Lin Qingyin.
There are many people coming and going at the school gate. It is not convenient for Zhang Qiao and Ding Hong to call her little master. They can only call her by her name: "Student Lin Qingyin, I would like to thank you for thinking about Miao. My whole family would like to visit. I don't know when it will be convenient?"
If someone else, Lin Qingyin, would have pushed it, but looking at Zhang Simiao, who looked at him expectantly, Lin Qingyin didn't know why he didn't want to refuse.
After all, friendship is also one of the seven emotions and six desires, and she also wants to try what it feels like to have a good friend.
"Tomorrow morning I have to go to New Oriental to learn English, and I have to move things to school in the afternoon. Or you can come tonight at 8:30 in the evening." Lin Qingyin took out his mobile phone and added Zhang Simiao's WeChat account, and sent the home address to Up her.
Ding Hong immediately showed admiration when Lin Qingyin went to New Oriental to learn English: "I heard Simiao said that your last English test was the only full score in the class. It is really love to study to make up for such a good score in English. "
Lin Qingyin: "Hehe..."
I'm stuck, don't want to talk!
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Lin Qingyin rode his bicycle home, and stopped when passing by his small supermarket. The familiar man took out a favorite sorbet from the freezer, and while eating, he talked to his parents about visiting guests at home in the evening. .
"My classmate and her parents are coming!"
Qingyin's mother was so happy when she heard that, Lin Qingyin had been boring to study since she was a child, and there were few friends who came to play with her.
"Then we have to prepare quickly!" Qingyin's mother called Lin Xu to pack some of the best fruits, and handed it to Lin Qingyin with a large shopping bag: "You go inside and have a look. You can put whatever snacks you like, wait. Mom will check it out for you."
Lin Qingyin doesn't know anything about business, and he doesn't understand that he has to pay for food: "Isn't this a matter of left-handedness and right-handedness?"
"It's mainly for the convenience of reconciliation of the inventory, you just have to eat, and nothing else."
Lin Xu smiled while pretending to be fruit: "Before you came back from school to get snacks from here, your mother always asked me to pay, and the little private money I saved was shaved off by her. This time it was so easy for your mother to pay. Yes, you can get more."
Lin Qingyin doesn't quite understand the fun of private money, but she is still very happy to get more snacks. She found that people in this world pursued all kinds of tastes to the extreme. Not only the food is delicious, but even these so-called junk foods are also unstoppable.
Lin Qingyin felt so happy looking at the shelves full of snacks. It was really the most correct decision to let mom and dad open a small supermarket!
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Since there were guests coming in the evening, Qingyin’s mother closed the supermarket door an hour earlier than usual, washed all the fruits, cut them and put them on the plate. She is not afraid of too much waste, anyway, no matter how many Lin Qingyin can eat.
After preparing everything, Zhang Simiao's family of three drove downstairs.
The building number of this kind of old community is not clear. Zhang Qiao drove the car downstairs according to the location, but was not sure whether it was this building, so he asked the old man and old lady who was eating outside: "May I ask if this building is Building three?"
"It's Building 3." The eyes of a group of old ladies couldn't help but stare at what they were carrying. "Who are you looking for?"
Zhang Qiao understood this kind of elderly people who like gossip and said with a smile, "Lin Qingyin."
The old lady who lives downstairs in Lin Qingyin's house pointed upwards: "It's on the third floor, and the one with the lights on is."
Zhang Qiao thanked him and opened the trunk. The three of the family brought out all the gifts, and everyone was so full that they almost couldn't get it.
Seeing three people carrying things upstairs, several old ladies gathered their heads together: "Have you seen? All the good things are carried! I saw that there are still bags for jade jewelry, which are quite a lot. Money."
"The Lin family is silent as if they have made a fortune. There is a supermarket in the family, and the people who come here seem to be quite ostentatious."
"Did you win the lottery?"
"That can't. I won the lottery and bought a house a long time ago and moved away. Who is still living? It is still cloudy in the cold winter and hot spring and autumn. I live enough."
The old ladies followed the end of the conversation and shifted the topic to the uncomfortable place where the old community lives. As for what the family of three just went up to do, it has long been forgotten.
Zhang Simiao's family of three went upstairs carrying things in their hands. As soon as they arrived on the third floor, they heard the silent mother and opened the door. Ding Hong immediately asked politely, "Hello, is it Lin Qingyin's house?"
Qingyin's mother smiled and let the door open: "Yes, please come in! Qingyin told us after school that some classmates came to play at home."
After letting people in, Qingyin's mother looked at the three of them with valuable gifts in their hands, and asked a little surprised: "They are all classmates, why do you still bring so many gifts? Isn't that appropriate?"
Putting the gift in his hand at the door, Ding Hong said gratefully: "There is nothing inappropriate. On the rainy night a few days ago, my home Simiao was taken to the outskirts by the driver of the black car. Fortunately, Lin Qingyin noticed it. It’s not right to save her, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Zhang Qiao also echoed: "I was desperate when I rushed over that day, but when I got there, I found that my home Sumiao was guarded by Lin Qingyin, and I was wearing the thick clothes Lin Qingyin brought her specially. I don’t know how to thank her."
Qingyin's mother came to understand: "It turns out that Qingyin came back in the middle of the night to save your daughter, and she didn't talk to us in detail."
Since these gifts are all given to Lin Qingyin, Qingyin's mother will be handled by Lin Qingyin himself, and Lin Qingyin has no concept of giving in at all. In the last life, no matter what school or status, people who came to see her had never come empty-handed. She was used to accepting gifts.
The three of Zhang’s family were transferred to the sofa. Zhang Qiao looked at the Lin’s house, although it was not big, but it was very clean. There were fresh and green potted plants on the coffee table on the window sill, and a few stones were randomly thrown out of the flower pots. Artistic.
Ding Hong followed the flowers and stones and began to praise: "This stone is randomly placed but has a unique beauty. You will clean up the house at the first glance."
Qingyin's mother said with a smile, "It's all made by Qingyin. She doesn't allow us to move. I usually clean the windowsill and water the water carefully. I don't even dare to touch it."
Zhang Simiao remembered the stones that Lin Qingyin threw that night, and couldn't help but curiously asked, "What if I accidentally bump into it?"
Lin Qingyin stood up and took a stone on the window sill casually. About a minute later, the room that had been at a good temperature suddenly became a little bit cold, and the air-conditioning kept digging into people's clothes.
The voiceless mother, who subconsciously tightened the collar of her clothes, suddenly recalled that in the past this season, the house was a bit cold. When you go out, you can wear a thin coat, but you have to add a thick coat when you get home, or it will be frozen. Uncomfortable. The temperature at home has been very comfortable this year, and she has forgotten about it.
Lin Qingyin put the stone back in the distance again, the feeling of coldness gradually dissipated, and the room was restored to its previous warm and comfortable environment. This time not only Zhang Qiao and Ding Hong were stunned, but even the voiceless parents were also shocked.
Lin Xu only heard her daughter say that she is very good at fortune-telling and feng shui formation, but he has no idea about these things. Now he knows how talented his daughter is, no wonder those people are willing to spend one or two hundred thousand to ask the voiceless to do things. .
However, Zhang Qiao has always been suspicious of Zhang Simiao's description of throwing stones to cause sky thunder, because he doesn't quite understand how ordinary stones can have supernatural powers. Now he has witnessed it with his own eyes, but still can't understand why on earth is this
"Little Master, what's going on?"
Lin Qingyin smiled: "Bagua Jiazi, Shenji Guizang, if you are interested, you can also buy books such as Zhouyi, Qimen Dunjia, and Nine Palaces Bagua Formation and go back to research and study, maybe you can. Learn one or two formations."
This kind of small formation for adjusting the temperature is really not the realm of cultivating immortals. Once a cultivator embarks on a path to immortality, he won’t be invaded by the cold or heat, and there is no need for this formation at all. Speaking of this kind of little thing, Lin Qingyin asked her disciples to collect the contents of the mortal world mathematics books in the last life. She has a strong sense of spirit and is unforgettable. If she sees it, she will remember it forever.
Although Zhang Qiao didn’t understand the principle, it didn’t prevent him from realizing Lin Qingyin’s greatness. No wonder Principal Wang called every little master and little master. It turned out to be a master. Not only would he know how to form a hair loss, he would also cure the hair loss. Kind of master!
Touching a somewhat thankful head, Zhang Qiao begged expectantly: "Little Master, I want to ask for a hair-growing charm."
Lin Qingyin took out the carving knife from her schoolbag: "It's 200,000 or 20,000?"
Zhang Qiao was stunned: "Is there a price difference? What kind of President Wang uses?"
"He used 20,000 yuan, made of stone. The aura in the stone is limited. It takes about three months to return to normal hair volume."
Lin Qingyin picked a round and smooth stone and put it on the table, and took out a box of jade from the room. It was the round jade that Jiang Wei's father asked for a relationship to help her buy. The texture was good and had not been carved. It is much cheaper than the finished jade from the mall.
"You can also use jade as a charm. The hair will return to normal in three or five days, and it also has the effect of strengthening the body." Lin Qingyin fiddled with the jade in the box: "Depending on the texture, 200,000 up."
Zhang Qiao was excited: "Little Master, how long will it take to restore the thickness of my hair tomorrow?"
Li Qingyin said: "It's about 300,000 yuan."
Zhang Qiao glanced at the box containing the jade, and at a glance at the round white jade inside. He just wanted to reach out and saw that Ding Hong was faster than him, so he took out the jade in his picture: "Xiao Xiao Master, can you make a beautifying talisman?"
Lin Qingyin nodded: "Naturally, it is possible to use Yuli's spiritual energy to nourish the body, which can tighten the skin and reduce wrinkles, and naturally achieve the effect of beauty and beauty. However, if you want to change into double eyelids or something, then no solution anymore."
Ding Hong was so excited. In fact, she has very beautiful facial features, but because of her age, her skin is a little loose and her muscles are a little sagging. But she didn't have the guts to perform surgery such as thread carving, and she couldn't resist skin aging at all with skin care products. She worries about looking in the mirror every day, but she didn't expect to find a solution here.
As for the effect, Ding Hong didn't worry at all, the formation of the little heavenly master could even attract thunder.
Ding Hong handed over the jade in his hand: "Trouble the little master to carve a talisman for me."
Zhang Qiao was anxious: "That piece is in my picture."
Qingyin's mother watched dumbfoundedly as the couple almost quarreled to grab the jade. In the end, Lin Qingyin helped them choose the right jade based on the aura of the two.
One wants to grow their hair and the other wants to beautify their skin. Both Zhang family are in business and neither is short of money. They spent 600,000 yuan on two jade charms.
Zhang Qiao cautiously took the jade back home. After bathing in the evening, he quickly found a red bag of the stone and hung it around his neck, and went to bed expectantly.
He got up at six o'clock the next morning and looked in the mirror. The top of his sparse head had returned to thick and black. If it wasn't for the sagging muscles on his face, I am afraid that someone would believe him in his 30s.
Seeing himself ten years younger, Zhang Qiao tried to find someone to show off, but today was the company holiday on Sunday, and old friends didn't go out even in show off.
When I was worried, I saw Zhang Simiao, who was used to getting up early, knocked on the door and came in: "Dad, Mom, I want to live in school." As if afraid that they would disagree, Zhang Simiao quickly added: "Lin Qingyin also lives in school. In a dormitory."
When I heard that Lin Qingyin had a dormitory, Zhang Qiao and Ding Hong both agreed, but they had to apply to the head teacher for the dormitory to see if there was an vacant dormitory that could be arranged.
Ding Hong originally planned to contact teacher Yu, the head teacher, on Monday, but Zhang Qiao secretly found someone who could show off. The headmaster Wang, who used a stone as a talisman, had hair as long as he did!
Principal Wang was not required to arrange the dormitory. The logistics department took care of such trivial matters, but he didn't know why Zhang Simiao's father had to ask him to meet at school.
After several days of contact, Principal Wang and Zhang Qiao are also considered familiar, especially when looking at Zhang Qiao’s Mediterranean Sea, Principal Wang has a sense of superiority, after all, his current hair volume can cover his scalp.
Principal Wang’s house is not far from the school, and he walked around at the agreed time after breakfast.
As soon as he entered the gate of the school, Principal Wang saw Zhang Simiao and his family of three waiting under the newly erected Wenchang Tower. He hurried over.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Qiao turned his head excitedly, and did not forget to brush his thick black hair with his hand.
Principal Wang: "..."
MMP!