Seeing Lin Qingyin's self-confidence, Lin Xu was also relieved that her daughter was the champion in the senior high school entrance examination. Although there were some fluctuations last semester, as long as she adjusted her mentality, she would definitely be fine.
Lin Qingyin returned to the dormitory with a thermos bucket. Zhang Simiao had already obediently set up a bowl and spoon in the dining room and stood waiting at the door of the dormitory eagerly. Seeing Lin Qingyin carrying two insulated buckets out of the elevator, Zhang Simiao hurriedly greeted him and took one. The heavy bucket made her wrists sink and hang.
"Uncle, how many wontons are there? Can we finish eating?"
Lin Qingyin smiled: "Can you finish eating...? Miaomiao, I think you still don't understand my strength!"
Lin Xu’s wonton buns bought the best refined meat, and I chopped them finely with a knife. When bundling, put some meat filling and a fresh shrimp, and finally pinch a bit of chopped green onion, and boil it with the broth made from pork bones. It's so fresh and tangy.
Lin Qingyin ate a wonton and was about to cry happily. She didn't understand that it was a couple who lived together. Dad's food is so delicious. Why does her mother's cooking seem to be fortune and death? .
Zhang Simiao had always had a low appetite and was slow to eat, but she had eaten with Lin Qingyin for three meals recently, and she unknowingly made her appetite. She could have eaten five or six wontons that were originally this big, but this morning she ate a big bowl and reluctantly served another spoonful.
"It's really delicious!" Zhang Simiao's face was bulging, and he was full of praise: "Qingyin, your dad's wontons are more delicious than the chef's. These shrimps are peeled from fresh shrimps. Yes, it's so fresh!"
Lin Qingyin didn't have time to speak at all. When Zhang Simiao took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, he found that Lin Qingyin had eaten up the rest of the wontons.
Zhang Simiao: "..."
Little master, where did you eat your food when you are so thin! ! !
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After breakfast, the two came to the teaching building with their schoolbags on their backs. Zhang Simiao's academic performance was consistently good and was placed in the first examination room, while Lin Qingyin was in the eighth examination room.
As soon as he entered the examination room, Lin Qingyin found several familiar faces, all of whom were classmates who had bullied her. They saw Lin Qingyin habitually show a mocking smile, and when they wanted to open their mouths, they quickly closed their mouths one by one when they remembered the bad things they had encountered before.
At the beginning of the school year, the school's second and third year students had troubles one after another, and all kinds of unlucky things happened one after another. Later, no one posted a post on the school forum, saying that these unlucky people have a common feature, that is, they like to bully their classmates, and they must have been retributed.
At the beginning, many people were not convinced, and went to the forum to tear it up a few times. Later, they didn't know who summed up what they did. Among them, a few people who like to attack personally yell injustice, saying that they are at best a mouthful, and they have not acted or beaten people, how can they be considered bullying. Summing up the emperor’s saying "bad words hurt people in June," they shut up completely. .
Lin Qingyin hugged his arms and looked at them one by one. The students were aggrieved and depressed by Lin Qingyin's eyes. However, the students in the first class secretly said that Lin Qingyin was a little bit evil, and said that the school's misfortune had spread out of their class. Until now, the ones who bullied Lin Qingyin the most were still lying in the hospital. They really didn't have the guts to verify whether this matter was true or false.
Lin Qingyin walked openly among them and sat in his seat, took out the pencil case and put it on the table, habitually taking out his turtle shell. The tortoise's shell was severely damaged because of the thunder disaster that Lin Qingyin had carried part of. Lin Qingyin couldn't put it back into the sea of consciousness to recuperate, so he could only give it a little bit of the spiritual energy in his body.
Twenty minutes before the exam time, the students in the second and third grades of high school entered the classroom one after another. The third-year high school girl sitting on Lin Qingyin's left looked a little bit distracted. After sitting down, she was in a daze. Then she pulled her schoolbag out and reached in and touched for a long time, but she didn't take out anything. Only then did she recover and open her schoolbag inside. After taking a look, he thumped off the table in annoyance.
Lin Qingyin turned to look at her, took a pen and ruler from her pencil case and put it on her desk. The girl next door looked at Lin Qingyin's hand and smiled gratefully at her: "Thank you, or I have to go to my friend's examination room to borrow it."
"It's okay." Lin Qingyin smiled: "You can take what you need from my pencil case during the exam. You are welcome."
Seeing Lin Qingyin’s smile, the high school girl felt that her boredom seemed to fade a little. She took out a handful of chocolates from her pocket and put it on Lin Qingyin’s table: "Please have chocolate! My name is Shang Yi, and I’m in the second grade of high school. ."
Lin Qingyin put the tortoise shell on the table, pushed a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. The aroma of nuts and chocolate mixed together, the taste was rich and full.
Really tasty!
The corners of Lin Qingyin's mouth rose up happily: "My name is Lin Qingyin, and I'm in the second and first class of high school."
Neither of them were good talkers, and Shang Yi was obviously on his mind again, and after a few words, he started to distract himself absently. After Lin Qingyin ate two pieces of chocolate in a row, he tapped Shang Yi's table with his index finger.
Shang Yi came back to his senses: "Huh? Is there anything wrong?"
Lin Qingyin handed over a piece of paper: "Will you write a word?"
Shang Yi didn't quite understand what Lin Qingyin meant, but he picked up a pen and wrote the word "ill" on the paper. Lin Qingyin opened the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water and said, "Your chocolate is delicious, I will give you a message, lest you get upset."
Seeing Shang Yi's dumbfounded expression, Lin Qingyin said, "Seeing that the sun and moon corners of your parents' palace are blue, and the Taiyin palace is a little darker than elsewhere, it should be your mother who is sick?"
Although Lin Qingyin used a question, his tone was affirmative, and he continued without waiting for Shang Yi's reply: "Just now you wrote a sick word. From the wording point of view, the owner sits on the top of the house without any worries. , This means that no major events will happen in your family. The C is a fire in the heavens, and it can be discouraged on earth and sun, and your mother will be better in ten days."
Shang Yi stared at Lin Qingyin in a daze before coming back to his senses, with a clear urgency in his voice: "What you said is true?"
Lin Qingyin picked up a piece of chocolate from the table and put it back in Shang Yi's hand, soothing her: "The disease is in the lungs. Although it is dangerous, it is not a serious problem."
Shang Yi felt that his fear and anxiety over the past few days instantly calmed down.
A few days ago, Shang Yi's mother had pneumonia, and she didn't take it seriously, but after a few days in the hospital, her condition suddenly became dangerous and she even went to the intensive care unit. Although there is no bad news, the day before yesterday, Shang Yi watched the sudden deterioration of an old man with the same symptoms as his mother, and he was gone in just one day.
This incident broke Shang Yi, she was afraid that her mother would be pushed out by the doctor covered with white cloth. Originally, she wanted to wait in the hospital until her mother got better before returning to school. But the family felt that she couldn't help in the hospital, and instead they had to worry about her health and schoolwork. Besides, people can't get in the intensive care unit, so it's better to go back to school to attend classes, and they can worry less about it.
Shang Yi never likes to talk about family matters in school, so she has been bored with this matter in her heart these days, even her good friends don't know. But the more bored this kind of thing became, the more uncomfortable it was in her heart. When she was a little unable to support it, Lin Qingyin's words suddenly stabilized her mind.
Shang Yi looked at Lin Qingyin and smiled, and his eyes were red with a smile: "Is it true? My mother will really be okay?"
"Of course, I'm very clever." Lin Qingyin took the chocolate out of her palm, peeled it and put it into her mouth: "Eat candy, and the sweet mood in your mouth will relax."
Seeing that some of his classmates turned to look at him in surprise, Shang Yi quickly lowered his head to wipe away the tears, calmed down and recalled what Lin Qingyin had said, feeling particularly at ease. When she didn't say anything, Lin Qingyin knew everything clearly, so what she said was true, and her mother would recover in a few days.
While Shang Yi was smiling and wiping his tears, the invigilator came in and urged the students to put the learning materials on the podium. Lin Qingyin didn't bring anything except a pencil case, let alone Shang Yi, and he carried an empty schoolbag on his back, not even a pencil case.
Taking advantage of the noise in the room, Shang Yi took out a handful of candy from another pocket and stuffed it into Lin Qingyin's hand, looking at her brightly, "Thank you."
Lin Qingyin thinks that Shang Yi's habit of putting sugar in his pocket is really good, she is a likable girl!
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The classroom was quiet again, and the two invigilators handed out test papers for the second and third grades respectively. Li Yanyu was very helpless when he saw Lin Qingyin sitting in the middle of the classroom. What is his fate? How could he see this troublesome ancestor every time he invigilated the exam!
Because of the mixed exams in the second and third grades of high school, you need to wear headphones to listen to the English listening questions. Lin Qingyin thinks he has memorized most of the dictionary, so you can try to do the questions.
After the English test paper was issued, Lin Qingyin did not immediately do the questions, and Li Yanyu looked at Lin Qingyin in surprise. Soon after the second grade listening test, Li Yanyu also took a headset and put it on his head. He noticed Lin Qingyin's expression. It seemed that this ancestor was listening to the recording and doing listening questions
God opened his eyes, the little master finally didn't have to rely on fortune-telling to make test papers!
Lin Qingyin listened carefully to the earphones. The first question understood, and she happily wrote the answer on the test paper; the second question was a bit uncertain, the third question was a bit unclear, and the fourth question What is this stuff…
Lin Qingyin became more depressed as he listened, so he simply took off the earphones and threw them aside, sighing and choosing the answer intuitively. In fact, she also wants to rely on the knowledge she has to do the questions, but it is a pity that her strength does not allow it!
Li Yanyu looked at the scene before him crying without tears, and knew that he couldn't have too much expectation for the little master!
The English test paper is the one that makes Lin Qingyin the most embarrassed. The others are already very easy for her. Mathematics, physics, and chemistry have all kept up with the progress. Not only can she understand what the teacher says, she can understand it after returning to the dormitory. She will also take out the thick stack of exercise books that Jiang Wei bought for her to do the above questions.
Lin Qingyin's question is not a question tactic. She only does one question of the same type. As long as she understands the method of this question type, she will not waste time on it, but switch to other types of questions. So a workbook is in her hands, at most one-tenth of the questions are written, and the rest are empty.
Ever since Zhang Simiao discovered Lin Qingyin's habit, she was too lazy to buy a collection of exercises. Lin Qingyin's remaining questions were enough for her to do.
The monthly test only took two days, and Lin Qingyin thought she did a good job. Except for a few fill-in-the-blank questions about politics and current affairs, she couldn't write it, and she finished the rest.
After finishing the exam, Shang Yi didn't go to self-study at night, so he took a taxi to the hospital. For the past two days, Shang Yi’s uncle and aunt stayed in the hospital and ignored her. It was only when Shang Yi arrived at the hospital that she knew that her mother had returned to the general ward from the intensive care unit.
Mother Shang, who was lying on the hospital bed, was in a much better condition compared to the previous few days. Except for the indwelling needle on her arm for infusion, the ventilator and the like were removed. Now I speak normally, and I can still drink a few mouthfuls of millet porridge.
Shang Yi couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his mother's apparent improvement, and ran in and grabbed her mother's obviously thin hand, crying and laughing happily: "Lin Qingyin didn't lie to me, you really are all right."
Because Shang’s mother was out of danger, the family was happier, and Shang’s father was in the mood to chat with her daughter. Then she asked casually, “Who is Lin Qingyin?”
"A girl in our second year of high school." Shang Yi said quickly: "Our monthly entrance exam for high school and high school was sitting crosswise, and I was next to her. She looked at me absent-mindedly. , But it’s okay. It only takes ten days.” She said happily, holding her fingers, “I guess my mother will be able to get better in eight days. At that time, my mother will come to the hospital for injections during the day and at night. Go home and live."
The family thought it was Shang Yi’s classmates who thought she was in a bad mood and comforted her. No one took it seriously, but this was indeed very auspicious, so the family echoed this statement. While comforting Shang’s mother, they were also comforting themselves, and they all hoped her. Can recover sooner.
There are two beds in this ward. The old man next door also got pneumonia. When Shang Yi said the words "Lin Qingyin", the aunt who accompanied the bed had a heart attack. She turned around and asked: "The girl who fortuned you is the little master. ?"
Shang Yi was puzzled: "It's not a little master, but my classmates calculated it for me."
"The little master looks like you are about the same age, maybe a little younger." The aunt made gestures, "The long hair reaches the shoulders, and the skin is white and tender. When you don't smile, you look very majestic, but when you laugh Two dimples are very cute.
Hearing this description, Shang Yi looked a lot like Lin Qingyin. He took out his mobile phone to show her a photo of himself and Lin Qingyin: "Are you talking about this person?"
The aunt's eyes lit up and nodded quickly: "This is the little master. It turns out that you and the little master are classmates, but it's a good fate!" The uncle next to him took off the oxygen mask and said with a little qi, "You also go to the little master. Let me do the calculations and see if I can make it through this time."
In fact, the uncle is just ordinary lobar pneumonia, and he can be discharged after half a month's injection. However, he was frightened by the pneumonia patient who died of white lungs after a few days. Looking at the young mother of Shang Yi, who was just taken out of the intensive care unit because of pneumonia, he always felt that he might not be able to survive. Passed.
The aunt heard that the old man was about to be ill and slapped him: "The doctor said that you are nothing serious, why do you always frighten yourself. Don't you know that it takes at least two or three months to go to the little master for fortune-telling, if you jump in the line? Fortune-telling is two thousand five hundred yuan."
If it is really urgent, the aunt will not be stingy with the money, but when the uncle has nothing to do, she can't bear to take so much money as a comforting word.
The old couple talked a lot about the little master when they quarreled, but the businessmen were confused when they heard it. Didn't Shang Yi's classmates casually comforted him, but just fortune-telling outside? Especially when Dad Shang heard that the cost of fortune-telling was not low, he quickly called Shang Yi to his side and asked, "How does your classmate do the calculations?"
Shang Yi Bianzai carefully explained what happened yesterday, and finally touched his nose a little embarrassingly: "Dad, I don't know that she is charged for fortune-telling, so I gave her a handful of sweets. But I didn't look at her. I am angry and have a good time eating."
Dad Shang didn't know what to say about his daughter, how could he be so heart-hearted! People can figure out that there is a serious disease in the lungs without asking anything. In this case, they are superior! Although tall people are younger, it's nothing. Since ancient times, capable people and strangers have always had special places. This kind of people have natural insight, and they are not the same as their ordinary people.
Shang Yi had to study late for a while, and Dad Shang hurriedly withdrew some money from the ATM machine downstairs. Hearing that Shang Yi said that the little master likes to eat chocolate, he went to the nearby import store and bought various chocolate gift boxes and fruit baskets. Hurry up and finally arrived at school before the evening self-study.
After receiving Shang Yi's call, Lin Qingyin didn't seem surprised at all, and directly asked Shang Yi to find herself in the dormitory.
Shang Yi and Lin Qingyin were in a dormitory building, and they had met with the auntie Sheguan when they sent Shang Yi to the school. He put his ID card at the dormitory office. After registering his personal information, Shang's father followed Shang Yi to Lin Qingyin's dormitory.
Putting the present on the coffee table, Dad Shang took out an envelope and pushed it in front of Lin Qingyin. He smiled very politely: "Today I heard that Shang Yi said that she had counted as a master since she was a child. This is for the master. money."
Lin Qingyin looked at the envelope and smiled faintly: "It's just to do what you want. It's not to make the money to see her match up."
Dad Shang immediately praised Lin Qingyin's two sentences, and then cautiously asked: "I am here to thank the little master for fortune-telling for the insider, and I also want to ask the little master for another divination."
Shang Yi's face was a little embarrassed when he heard the words: "Dad, Qingyin is going to study in the evening, don't disturb her."
Lin Qingyin calmly patted Shang Yi's hand: "It's okay, it doesn't take much time to calculate." The key is that it is good to be able to make a lot of money before the evening study.
Seeing Lin Qingyin's promise, Dad Shang sighed slightly and hurriedly took out an envelope with money and put it on the table: "That's it. My father and I have some differences in our conduct. The relationship has not been harmonious for more than ten years. A few days ago, the old man called me and told me that he was not in good health, so he asked me to go to the old residence of the Imperial Capital."
Dad Shang laughed at himself: "Actually, the old man makes this kind of excuse one or two times a year. Every time I go back, it is fake, and I have to be run by my half-brother. To be honest, I really don’t love it. Go, but I'm afraid it's true, after all, he is so old..."
Lin Qingyin looked at Dad Shang's face, took out the pen and paper on the coffee table and handed it to him: "Write a word, write whatever you think of."
Dad Shang took the pen and wrote the word "chang" and handed it to Lin Qingyin: "Little Master, can you see if my father is sick?"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a crying and cursing voice downstairs. It sounded like a girl who had lost her relationship and was calling and crying and cursing her scumbag boyfriend.
Lin Qingyin looked at Dad Shang and shook his head slightly: "Buy tickets to the imperial capital earlier."
Dad Shang was obviously panicked. He looked down at the words he had written and asked in a puzzled manner: "Little Master, am I not good at writing this word?"
"Chang has the prefix "Tang" on the top and "Cry" on the bottom. People are plagued by people in the hall." Lin Qingyin looked at Dad Shang pityingly: "Do you know what you are most afraid of hearing when you are sick? It's just crying. There is the beginning of crying, and the sound of crying is heard, it is difficult for the gods to save."
Dad Shang's hands on his knees slowly clenched into fists, and there was a clear scream in his voice: "Obviously listening to the sound is quite vigorous..."
He stood up abruptly and walked out. After taking two steps, he turned his head and asked, "Little Master, can you figure out how many days he has left?"
Lin Qingyin looked at Dad Shang: "From the look of your face, you are almost forty-six years old?"
Dad Shang nodded: "Birthday in one month."
"You will count seven days after your birthday and it will be the day when father and son will be separated. Let's plan ahead." Lin Qingyin stood up and took out a yellow amulet from the window sill and handed it to him: "Take this with you. I wish you all the way. Safety."
Father Shang took the amulet and hurriedly thanked him, and even Shang Yi left before he could give a few words. Uneasy, he went to the hospital first, and entrusted his wife who had just improved to his brother-in-law and sister-in-law. When I was about to leave, I heard the uncle in the bed next door angrily and his wife said: "If you don't want to do the fortune for me, please give me a talisman painted by a little master. The kind of yellow paper now only costs 3,000 yuan. You can be there."
Dad Shang was stunned for a while, and then his eyes were a little sore. Did the little master ask for the money from her daughter
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Shang Yi didn't have deep feelings for his grandfather who hadn't met, but he didn't feel good when he saw his father's appearance. After she and Lin Qingyin exited the dormitory side by side, she sighed a little depressed: "Qingyin, do you think my house is a fleeting disadvantage? How come there are so many messy things."
"It's mainly your dad's problem, but it will be fine this year." Lin Qingyin turned around and asked Shang Yi: "Aren't you going to the Imperial Capital with your dad to see it?"
Shang Yi stroked her hair with some annoyance: "I'll talk about it when my mom is better, otherwise I'm not at ease. And..." She lowered her head embarrassedly: "I heard that my dad and my grandfather fell out. Because of me. My mother had a dystocia when she gave birth to me and her body could no longer be pregnant. My father rejected me as a girl and couldn’t inherit the family business. He wanted my dad to abandon his wife and abandon his daughter to marry a wife again. My dad was not happy. My mother and I left the Imperial Capital and came to Qicheng. My dad hasn’t contacted my family for ten years. That is to say, my grandpa’s body seems to have a problem in the past two years, so he called my dad over and over again. Trick him back to want to reconcile, but every time my dad comes back, he is very angry."
Shang Yi laughed at himself: "My grandfather has two illegitimate children who are not a few years younger than my dad. Those two people have been guarding my grandfather's side all these years, so that even I can understand what, let alone my dad. In fact, my family is not scarce of my grandfather’s property. My dad made a lot of money from his own company, which is enough for our family. No matter how much money my grandfather has, it has nothing to do with us."
Lin Qingyin doesn't understand this kind of complicated family disputes, but she still patted Shang Yi on the shoulder to comfort her and said, "You have a good face, and life goes smoothly with the help of noble people. They can't compare to you."
When Shang Yi heard this, most of the annoyance in her heart disappeared. She smiled and stretched out her arms to put her arms around Lin Qingyin's waist: "If I say that I will meet a noble person, then it must be you! After I met you, my mother's Most of the illness is cured, and you are definitely the biggest noble person in my life."
Lin Qingyin flirted with bangs confidently, a little proud: "Many people say so!"