As far as she could remember, Qiao Nian's academic performance was not very good, and he relied on his family's connections to get into Raocheng No. 1 Middle School.
Qiao Nian didn't study hard and came to Beijing to play during school hours. He was simply courting death and didn't want to go to university.
There was enough food to eat at home, but she didn't want to embarrass herself.
Qiao Nian was asked a series of questions inexplicably. He half-closed his eyes and looked at her face for a long time before he remembered who she was.
They had dinner at Shuixiexuan half a year ago.
Someone from the Jiang family.
After she matched the person with his number, she was still considerate, but her attitude was casual: "Come and take the test."
"Exam?" Jiang Xianrou was startled. "Why haven't I heard about it? What exam are you taking? Isn't there still two months before the college entrance examination?"
Qiao Nian's phone vibrated. She lowered her eyes and saw that Ye Wangchuan had replied to her message and sent her a location address. It seemed that they were waiting for her outside the scenic spot.
Qiao Nianxie's face was cold and impatient, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "Take the independent enrollment exam."
Jiang Xianrou's friends came over and looked at Qiao Nian curiously. They turned their heads and asked, "Xianrou, who is this little girl? Do you know her?"
Jiang Xianrou's heart tightened, and she answered almost reflexively: "A child from a relative's family."
This explanation is also correct.
My uncle is also a relative.
It’s just that the relatives that people understand in the conventional sense are mostly distant relatives.
Someone saw that Qiao Nian was pretty and liked her, so they took the initiative to invite her: "Since you are Xianrou's younger sister, do you want to play with us? I see you are here to visit the attractions, how about joining us? With your sister here, it will be easier to take care of you."
Jiang Xianrou frowned and stood there looking at Qiao Nian, neither agreeing nor refusing. That proud attitude was actually a silent rejection. The people she played with were all from the second generation of Beijing, and each circle was different.
Qiao Nian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and leisurely adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, with a rather bandit-like look in his eyes: "No, my friend is waiting for me outside. It's all right, I'll leave first. You guys enjoy yourself."
Jiang Xianrou originally wanted to call her and ask her who the friend she was talking about was, but Qiao Nian left so decisively and walked into the crowd without giving her a chance to stop him. She had no time to call her back.
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Thinking about Qiao Nian's trip to Beijing, Jiang Xianrou played absent-mindedly the whole afternoon and finally separated from her friends.
She couldn't wait to drive back home.
"Dad, Mom." Jiang Xianrou walked to the entrance and changed her shoes. She handed her bag to the Filipino maid to sort it out. As she walked inside, she saw the vigorous figure sitting in the living room tending to the flowers and plants. Her starry eyes moved slightly, and she obediently walked up to the old man and called out, "Grandpa."
In his hand, Mr. Jiang held a pot of orchids, which were about to bloom, with green leaves and branches stretched out, showing that they were well taken care of. His hair was gray, and his square face was old, but he was still handsome when he was young, but his face had more traces of time as he got older. Compared with young people, he was definitely not that handsome, but he had a kind of vigorous spirit that came from the years.
"Xianrou is back." When Mr. Jiang saw Jiang Xianrou coming back, he happily put down the orchid pot in his hand, handed the scissors to the person who was taking care of him, and said to Jiang Xianrou with a smile: "Going to school again today? Isn't today Saturday? Your school doesn't have a holiday on Saturday?"
(End of this chapter)