As a Beijing student, the news that Ying Xun transferred to their No. 1 Middle School in a small town on the 108th line was really lively. It took a while to calm down, but the students in the No. 1 Middle School in the town still focus on studying, so everyone soon paid attention to it. focus on learning.
Ying Xun's grades have always been good, Rong Yu is still a little bit worse, but he is very talented in art, although he only used two days to study on Saturdays and Sundays, but he also studied for two years, with Rong Yu's art test teacher As I said, as long as Rong Yu's scores don't drag down, he can definitely pass the undergraduate course.
In the 1990s, there was no theory of one book, two books and three books. The questions were difficult and the scores were high. Thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge. Only those few places were accidentally squeezed out. So even with the blessing of the art test, cultural courses are also very important. After entering the third year of high school, Rong Yu's art class was reduced to one day a week.
"Xiao Yu, tell your parents to tell the teacher that before the art test, you won't be able to study on your own!" Ying Xun sat next to him, watching Rong and painting so hard that the corners of his eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but feel distressed. : "You spend most of your self-study drawing at school, so it's better to go home and paint."
The power generation in this era is really not that good. Even if there are light bulbs in the school, the lights are very dim. The students sitting in the middle are fine, but the students in the back are uncomfortable to read. No matter what kind of lighting at home, the lighting is sufficient, and it is better for the eyes.
Under the dim light, Rong Yu raised his head, his whole body was in a daze, Ying Xun's face in front of him was covered with black patches, and he was slow to react for a moment, and Ying Xun's words, which he understood, fell into his thoughts again.
He will start the art test next month, and currently he has selected three schools, one is the Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology, the other is the Central Academy of Fine Arts among the eight major art academies, and the last is the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts. These three universities are all in Beijing, and they are also first-class universities, especially the Central Academy of Arts and Design, which will be merged into Tsinghua University in four years, which shows the high quality.
Rong Yu's goal is naturally the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts, so his art test should not be ambiguous. It stands to reason that the school's lighting is not as good as at home, and fashion design is delicate work. Only under bright lights can barely hurt his eyes. He should have gone home long ago. Self-study only, but...
No one at home.
Ever since Rongyao went to Beijing to study, and his family built a building in the city center to open a group company, the family has often been left alone. It's okay during the day, but every night, except for the light at home, it's dark outside. Especially when it rains, Rong Yu will feel very scared, and it is easy to think of the half month before his death in his previous life. When it is serious, he will even feel suffocated, so he has to choose to study at school.
Ying Xun saw that Rong Yu's expression became depressed and dazed, and was about to speak when he heard him say, "It's okay, it's good to be at school."
Rong Yu couldn't bear Ying Xun's serious gaze, lowered his head, and carefully traced the lines with a pencil. Due to the lighting, his eyes were already a little dry, so he couldn't help blinking.
Ying Xun frowned slightly, pressed Rong Yu's shoulder, reached out with the other hand to hold his writing hand and took it away from the drawing paper, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yu, you are separated from me again, what's the matter with me directly?" Say, okay? I can’t guess, and I’m afraid I’ll guess wrong.”
Hearing this, the young man beside him lowered his head, his bangs fell, covering half of his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Seeing him like this, Ying Xun felt a pain in his chest when he thought of Rong Yu who had become more and more silent after returning to Ying's house in his previous life. After coming back in this life, Rong Rongyuan became more and more cheerful. Unexpectedly, the Rong family has become more and more busy in the past two years. I am far away in Beijing. I was happy before.
That day he almost couldn't hold back buying a ticket to come back, but he finally held back, he didn't expect to see Rong Rong again in another year, in a place he couldn't see, Rong Rong became silent again, feeling like he lived himself as a one person.
Ying Xun suppressed the emotions that were about to surge out from the bottom of his heart, wrapped his arms around him halfway under the desk, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Rong Yu raised his head, his eyes met Ying Xunsheng's painful eyes, he couldn't help being stunned, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
"I left you alone? Little fool," Ying Xun put his hands on Rong Yu's head lightly, and said softly, "Go home and study, okay? I'll accompany you."
"No, your study..."
"My grades are very good, I can pass the exam."
If Ying Xun didn't want to be with Rong Yu, he wouldn't want to go to school anymore. What he should have learned at school was learned in his previous life, and what he didn't learn at school had already been accumulated in shopping malls in his previous life. waste time. But for him, as long as he is with Rong Rong, it is not a waste, but something he can't ask for.
"Xiao Yu, as I said before, I want you to be more self-willed," Ying Xun smiled, and put his hands down his shoulders, pinching his ears punitively, and said, "It's my fault that I didn't let Xiao Yu successfully learn to be self-willed." .”
Rong Yu was annoyed, stretched out his foot and kicked him, his eyes glanced inadvertently, and met Ying Xun's nostalgic affection that was too late to take back.
My heart shook violently!
Rong Yu quickly lowered his eyes, his heart was beating "thumping", he thought of the name Ying Xun called that night when he came back: "Rong Rong."
This name was only called by Ying Xun in his previous life.
The hand holding the pencil couldn't help tightening, a lot of things seemed to flash through his mind, but nothing seemed to exist.
"Xiao Yu? Xiao Yu?" Ying Xun saw that he didn't speak suddenly, and asked, "What's wrong? You really don't want to go home and study?"
If this is the case, it will be troublesome. Rongrong's eyes may be broken if he stays in school after late self-study.
Rong Yu came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, let's leave it like this today, and let Dad come to the school to sign tomorrow."
Not taking self-study classes is a very serious matter at this time, and the parents of the students must come to the school to sign the agreement.
Ying Xun was relieved to see that he agreed.
The school is still a bit worried about whether it will allow self-study. You must know that Rong Yao was admitted to the undergraduate course last year not because she was always the first in the school in the final exam, but because there were only so many points in the test questions. After entering the third year of high school, Rong Yao's test papers were all from Beijing, and the quality of study was completely different from other people's.
Summer vacation, winter vacation, Saturdays and Sundays, and private tutors are tutoring, so it's strange that she can't pass the undergraduate exam.
Rongyao is different, as far as the principal knows, there is only one art test teacher who tutors him, and the teacher of language and culture is not hired at home, even though the principal has talked to the parents of Rong's family openly and secretly, asking them to cultivate Rongyao in the same way as Rongyao. Rong Yu, but was rejected.
The reason is because of tolerance and rejection.
You must know that Rong Yu is only ranked in the top five in the school now, and the distance between him and his sister is not a little bit. It is not easy to go to a bachelor's degree. If you don't come to self-study at this time, is this giving up on your son
"We, Xiaoyu and Xiaoxun, went home to study, not not studying," Rong's father explained: "During the third year of high school, Yaoyao also went to self-study!"
Father Rong laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. Although he valued academic qualifications, Xiaoyu really didn't have a talent for learning. Xiaoyu also told him that he could only study like this, and if he pressed it, he would be a cake. Rong Yao also said not to force him, for fear of being forced, nothing is more important than his brother's happiness.
Rong's father and Rong's mother thought that Rong Yu had given up trying to force him to study when he just came back, thinking that failing the exam would be a big deal and going to study abroad. If he didn't study abroad, even if he went to high school, he could still take over the family's business, and he would never be hungry.
This matter has already been discussed with the principal, but the principal is still in such a hurry.
The principal looked helpless at the look of Father Rong, and he couldn't persuade him any more. After all, he was not an ordinary student's parent. Except for the two old buildings in the current Town No. 1 Middle School, the rest was donated by the Rong family.
It was not troublesome to go through the formalities. Father Rong left after a short while. Ying Xun and Rongyu left the school with envious eyes from their classmates after class that afternoon.
Although her tolerance and learning talent are not very good, she still has self-consciousness. After dinner, Xiao Xiaoshi sat at the desk. This is what Dad Rong bought back after completing the formalities at school, and he is committed to giving his son a comfortable learning environment.
Ying Xun also sat at the desk, but instead of studying, he installed the computer on it, and there was a printer next to it.
Rong Yu: "..."
He also got a computer last year, but the computers of this era can't play much, and the domestic Internet is still in its infancy. After connecting to the international network in 1994, China's Internet began to usher in development, so after seeing 21 After the computer of the century, Rong Yu's interest in the current computer only lasted for a few months, and then he calmed down.
Rong Yu turned his head slightly, watching Ying Xun typing on the keyboard, frowning from time to time, with a cold face, looking a little impatient, as if saying: What kind of rubbish.
Rong Yu secretly smiled, he thought of those very powerful people in the 21st century, especially the two giants in the e-commerce industry, who are still setting up street stalls! There is also a gentleman surnamed Lei, who seems to have earned one million last year, which is very powerful.
Ying Xun is also very powerful.
Rong Yu stared at Ying Xun with his chin propped up, his mind was full of things, thinking about the present, his previous life, and Ying Xun, is he also born again
"Xiao Yu," Ying Xun shook his hand holding the paper in front of Rong Yu, drawing his attention back: "What are you thinking about?"
Rong Yu came back to his senses, blinked: "You are amazing."
The corners of Ying Xun's lips twitched slightly, and he let out a pleasant laugh. He took a few pieces of paper and sat next to Rong Yu, put them in front of him, and coaxed, "Xiao Yu is also very powerful."
Then he tapped on the 4 sheets of paper covered with math questions placed in front of the keyboard, and said: "The above three math test questions are me, heck, they are the types of questions I found in previous years' college entrance examinations, and the last one is a composition question. Take a good look at it." , ask me if you don’t understand.”
Confused and puzzled, I turned my head and read the first three math questions. I felt a little familiar, but I didn't think much about it. But when he saw the composition questions in the last chapter, his mind was stunned. Even though he had doubts, when this moment came, Rong Yu still felt a little sci-fi.
Holding the test question tightly, I instinctively looked at the A4 paper, at Ying Xun's face, then at the A4 paper, and then at Ying Xun's face, at a loss!
He finally understood why Ying Xun suddenly ran back from Beijing more than two years ago.
The truth came suddenly, and while his mind was blank, he could only feel his own intense heartbeat.
The author has something to say:
You can regard the world in the article as another time and space in the parallel world, because I am realistic about the historical development.