Yan Ge's already fair face suddenly became even paler, and the fear and panic in his eyes were so weak and helpless, like a frightened little rabbit, his whole body was trembling slightly.
The beggar walked over step by step, his neck and the back of his hands were bulging with excitement, his eyes were drooling as if he wanted to swallow Yan Ge whole, and he muttered like a sleepwalker: "It's you..."
"It's not me!"
Yan Ge screamed and subconsciously took a few steps back, but almost fell on the stable concrete floor.
"Yan Ge, what's wrong?"
Qin Yin hurriedly supported her shoulders, looked at the beggar with almost no clean place on his body in confusion, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay!" Yan Ge's heart was beating violently. He raised his hand to smooth the hair on his forehead, trying to make his smile look more natural. He said, "He may have recognized the wrong person."
Wen Liang came out and stood in front of the beggar, frowning and saying, "I've given you the money, stop wandering around and leave now."
The beggar was frightened by Wen Liang and sobered up from his excitement. His cloudy and dull yellow eyes rolled around. He knew that this was not a good time to pester her, so he bent his waist and said, "I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now... I recognized the wrong person, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Wen Liang was a man of character, so he naturally understood that there was something fishy going on here. However, he did not intend to ask further questions, nor did he have the curiosity to do so. He simply said, "It's okay that you recognized the wrong person. Let's go!"
The beggar slowly disappeared at the end of the road. Yan Ge leaned woodenly on Qin Yin. The nights in August and September were still extremely hot, but her hands and feet had become as cold as snow. Her dark eyes no longer shone with the unique agility of a young girl. She stared blankly at the ground, like a body without a soul, making people feel suffocated.
"Yan Ge, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay!" Qin Yin gently stroked her long hair and comforted her: "He's just a lunatic, just ignore him."
"Well, Teacher Qin, I'll go back first..."
Qin Yin smiled and nodded, stuffed the music score back into her hands, and said seriously: "The teacher can't accept this... Yan Ge, listen to me, I appreciate your kindness, but this thing is very valuable, I will definitely not accept it. In fact, having students like you who are talented and willing to work hard is the greatest reward for the teacher."
Yan Ge suddenly became anxious. She paid such a huge price just for this day, so how could she give up halfway? She said, "Teacher, this is worthless..."
Qin Yin might not know the prices of daily necessities, and her understanding of money is far behind that of Wen Liang. But when it comes to music, Yan Ge and Wen Liang combined may not be her opponents. She said, "Although you changed the outer packaging, judging from its style and texture, it should be something from the Xia County Ancient Music House. Only Master Lu from the Ancient Music House could devote decades of hard work to collecting various music scores that have been lost among the people. Am I right?"
Yan Ge really didn't expect Qin Yin to be so knowledgeable. She went to Xia County in Linze City with her friends a few months ago and accidentally learned that there was a music shop selling ancient music scores there. Qin Yin could accurately tell the origin of the music after just two glances, which was really amazing.
Seeing Yan Ge looking at her in shock, Qin Yin said, "Am I right? The things in the Ancient Music House are indeed good, but the cheapest sheet of music there costs more than five thousand. This gift is too expensive. I can't accept it!"
Yan Ge left in a daze with the scroll in his hand. Qin Yin sighed slightly and smiled gently, "What's wrong? Isn't it good to have someone give you a gift? Don't you like to write music the most? I think this girl is very thoughtful..."
"No matter how much I like to play music, I can't accept gifts from students. What's more, Yan Ge's family is not very well off, but he bought such an expensive thing. I am really touched and helpless."
Wen Liang tilted his head and looked at Qin Yin, saying, "Don't you realize that she has something to ask of you?"
"Beg me?" Qin Yin frowned slightly and said, "What can she ask me for? Yan Ge has good grades and doesn't have to worry about failing the course. Besides, the school has just started..."
Wen Liang shrugged and said, "I don't know about that, but based on my many years of experience in gift-giving, if someone is so generous, he must be asking for something from someone!"
Qin Yin fell into deep thought, and after a while she uttered an "ah", as if she remembered something, and said in surprise: "Impossible, I haven't had time to tell them about that..."
"It seems that this student Yan Ge must have known something in advance," Wen Liang touched his chin and said, "Sister Qin, your students may not be as innocent as they seem."
Qin Yin smiled bitterly and said, "I'll find some time to talk to her and find out what's going on."
Finally, a taxi drove over. Wen Liang stopped it and asked as he got in the car, "By the way, is a sheet of music really that expensive?"
"In terms of pure musical value, most of the things in the Ancient Music House are worthless, but it has collected many folk songs that have been lost for a long time. They are invaluable for studying the progress of music, and are especially attractive to people who like to hunt for novelties."
Wen Liang recalled the first time he met Qin Yin, she was concentrating on playing the music, and she didn't even have time to pay attention to the guests. It was obvious that she was very interested in these strange music scores. Yan Ge was obviously too hasty to give the gift tonight, and because he was distracted by the beggar, he didn't reach the high level of giving gifts quietly, but the level of choosing gifts was very good, at least he was very good at pleasing people.
However, if you really want to ask someone like Qin Yin to do something, you have to appeal to her with sincerity and appeal to her feelings. Everything else is just empty talk!
The next day, after running, Wen Liang went home to take a shower and arrived at school at exactly eight o'clock. Liu Qing was already waiting at the door of Class 6. Seven or eight classmates were standing in the corridor along the wall, with their heads hung, being scolded.
"… Others arrived at the classroom at 7:50, but you were 10 minutes late. Ten minutes, classmates, is a total of 600 seconds. If you can memorize a word in 5 seconds, you can memorize 120 words. If you can memorize a pinyin in 3 seconds, you can memorize 200 words. Time is money, and money can't buy time. If you don't work hard when you are young…"
"cough!"
Wen Liang had been standing behind Liu Qing for nearly a minute. He had no intention of stopping to catch his breath, so he had to interrupt his fun with an apologetic look on his face: "Teacher Liu, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Liu Qing turned around, and his face, which had just been full of regret, immediately became kind and concerned, saying, "You have a cold, don't you? Why did you come today when I told you not to? Go in quickly, and you, go into the classroom too. In the future, study hard with Wen Liang and learn from his fighting spirit of not leaving the front line despite a minor injury, understand? No one can succeed easily. Others' outstanding achievements are inseparable from their personal efforts."
Wen Liang almost knelt down in front of Liu Qing. He looked so young, but how could he act like a seasoned man, changing his attitude according to the situation and talking nonsense while not forgetting to carry out ideological education. It was such a waste of his talent to be a class teacher. He was more than qualified to take over Hua Xi Que's class!
Liu Qing walked away with his hands behind his back. Wen Liang suddenly noticed that the eyes of several classmates opposite him who had just had saliva sprayed on their faces were somewhat unfriendly. If it weren't for his bad reputation in No. 1 Middle School this year, he might have done something extreme.
This thing of Liu Qing is a scam!
When they passed Wen Liang with expressionless faces, Wen Liang seemed to see that his second year of high school would repeat the misfortune of his freshman year, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's really hard to get the achievement of "good popularity"!
During the last class in the afternoon, Liu Qing came in and announced a new school rule. From now on, No. 1 Middle School will implement military management. All students, except for special circumstances, will be arranged to live in the school. All students must attend morning and evening self-study. Roll call will be taken every morning, noon and evening. Parents will be called if they are absent three times. If they still fail to abide by the rules after criticism and education, they will be expelled, etc. These extremely strict school orders were like moving the scenes in Stephen Chow's "Fight Back to School" into reality, causing an uproar in the class.
Wen Liang had lived two lives and was mentally prepared for this scene. In his previous life, starting from the second year of high school, Zhang Yihan implemented the school management policy of "everything is based on the scores", and No. 1 Middle School began its most glorious twenty years from then on - for twenty consecutive years, the college entrance examination pass rate and the rate of admission to the first-class universities ranked among the top three in the province, and ranked first in Qingzhou, and won the provincial and municipal college entrance examination champions many times.
But the price paid is the most boring, busiest and most unforgettable youth time of countless No. 1 Middle School students!
But many years later, they will be grateful, will understand, and will know that in this country, when you can't rely on your family background to change your destiny, all you can rely on is your hard work when you are young and your struggle when you grow up. If you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old. This has never been the empty talk of teachers and parents, but a simple but real truth!
"Wenliang, come here for a moment!"
As the class monitor, it was natural for Wen Liang to be called away by the head teacher. However, when he entered the office, he found out that what Liu Qing wanted to talk about had nothing to do with class affairs, but to give him some advice.
"Principal Zhang is serious this time. There are only three non-live-in students in one class. If you don't want to live in the school, I can sign a pass for you."
Although Wen Liang could have gone to Zhang Yihan to ask for this "pass", since Liu Qing wanted to give it to him, he had no reason to refuse and said, "Thank you, Mr. Liu. I'll need your care in the future."
"It's my duty, it's my duty!" Liu Qing said with a smile.
Wen Liang felt uncomfortable with his smile. Just then his cell phone rang. He apologized, "Teacher Liu, I have to answer a call. Look..."
"Oh, go ahead." Liu Qing looked at Wen Liang's cell phone, which symbolized his status, and smiled even more brightly.
The person who called was Qin Yin. After Wen Liang met her in the music department's office, he took the money and was about to leave when Qin Yin stopped him.
"Don't you claim to have many years of experience in gift-giving? I'm going to buy a gift, come and help me with the advice."
Wen Liang had nothing to do, so he accompanied her to an antique jade shop. Qin Yin ordered a set of Dushan jade chime bells, which were exquisitely carved, white as clouds and emerald green as jade, and very distinctive.
"It's a good thing, beautiful and elegant. Who should I give it to?"
Qin Yin smiled but said nothing. Wen Liang thought that there was something special about the art circle, so he tactfully stopped asking. After that, the two of them had dinner, and because Qin Yin wanted to put the chimes away at school, he took a taxi to Qingshi.
On the road not far from Qingshi, Qin Yin suddenly asked the driver to stop the car, rolled down the window and looked at the sidewalk, and said anxiously: "Wen Liang, look over there, is that Yan Ge?"
Wen Liang looked in the direction she pointed and saw a girl in a white dress and a ragged man arguing about something. It was Yan Ge and the strange beggar whom he met last night!
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(Some brothers’ feedback is actually quite interesting. Regarding Yan Ge, this foreshadowing should be the most obvious one laid by Wanzi. The title of the previous chapter also specifically used "玉女萧音", emphasizing the word "玉女" many times, in order to echo the previous article "白玉入墨池". It is incredible that some students still have the fantasy of this role as a backup heroine. The interval between the two is not too long, so you can't use Wanzi's lack of updates as an excuse, haha)
(So, although this is a YY novel, I don’t ask you to take it seriously, but at least don’t just read it as a running account, because there are still many brothers who accurately understand the foreshadowing. I can only say to those who were tortured, this is really not my fault, hehe)
(In addition, Yan Ge is just a minor character, just an introduction. There is no need for everyone to dwell on him. The focus is on Qin Yin. No one has probably guessed the purpose of writing this character yet. I am also hesitant because the subsequent plot may touch the high-voltage line. How to deal with it tactfully? Or should I abandon it completely?) (To be continued)