Regardless of the noise of the two people playing chess outside, it was mainly Professor Zhang's unilateral noise. Mrs. Zhang took Qing Qing into the room.
"These are the last few funded projects, look at them."
Mrs. Zhang is also a professor at the University of Kings, but she did not accept the re-employment of the school after retiring. Instead, she accepted Qingqing and Professor Zhang’s student aid foundation in the city to help them manage this part of the affairs.
She needs to be responsible for monitoring the direction of student funding and reviewing the funded children.
The foundation Mrs. Zhang and Professor Zhang each contributed money, but the real big head came from Qingqing.
Qingqing's account is set up with automatic remittance, so even if she hasn't been in charge of this side for nearly a year, the foundation can still operate normally.
Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the Foundation might be paralyzed.
Considering Qingqing's health before, Madam Zhang didn't bother her with these things.
Now that Qingqing has recovered more than half of it, she has to report it to her if it is public or private.
Qingqing did not refuse. After receiving the information, she carefully checked word by word.
It's not that she doesn't worry about Mrs. Zhang, but that she respects her ability to work.
If she is perfunctory, she is looking down on people.
"The master's work is still as meticulous as before. These students have no problem and can continue to support them, but the grades must also be checked."
Even if the financial aid is charitable, it is conditional.
Qingqing doesn't ask those funded students to give her anything in return after graduation, but instead asks them to correct their learning attitudes.
Now that she took the money she gave them to go to school, they have to earnestly study well, otherwise the funds will flow to those who need it more.
The two chatted for a while about the foundation, and then they talked about their current situation, mainly because Mrs. Zhang was concerned about Qingqing's condition.
Qingqing did not shy away from this point, and said with a smile: "I have a hunch that within three months, I will be able to fully recover."
At first, her memory recovery was very slow, and she might not be able to remember the events of the previous day for several days.
But now the recovery situation has obviously improved. If she didn't go to school with Fu Heng in the morning, she could recall two years of memory at once. Following this momentum, it will be sooner or later that she can fully recover.
"But..." The smile on Qingqing's lips gradually flattened, she pursed her lips, and said hesitantly: "I'm a little uneasy."
"I know what you are thinking, don't go
Think too much, just let the flow go. "
Gently smoothed Shun Qingqing's long hair, Madam Zhang didn't want to say anything to add to her worry when Qing Qing didn't remember anything.
Hearing what she said, Qingqing could only skip this topic, and took out the gift box that Fu Heng had just quietly given to her and gave it to Mrs. Zhang.
"Mother, I wish you a happy birthday, such as Donghai, and longevity."
"Okay, thank you for your gift."
There are some things that Professor Zhang cannot accept, but Mrs. Zhang is fine.
She didn't refuse, she smiled and accepted the filial piety of the juniors, and even told Qing Qing to remember to bring her two children to visit them if she was free in the future.
Qingqing naturally agreed, she couldn't bear to refuse all the demands of Mrs. Zhang.
When the two of them came out of the bedroom after talking, they heard a loud shout, and Qing Qing was so frightened that he shook his whole body, and his eyes rounded.
She patted her back comfortingly, and Madam Zhang was angry, and cursed at Professor Zhang: "You are so excited about playing chess. Who do you want to scare to death? I don't know, I think our family has been robbed. Well, let you be able to do it, for fear that the neighbors may not know to complain."
"I... I am not impulsive, impulsive."
Professor Zhang knew that he was in trouble, and quickly shrank his neck, shyly coming over with a smiling face and confessing his mistake in a low voice.
"Huh." Mrs. Zhang's face was a little awkward, but she still didn't look good.
She turned around, leaving Professor Zhang a back of her head, and went into the kitchen by herself.
Professor Zhang eagerly followed, and was ruthlessly withdrawn. He had to pull pitifully at the door, like Erha who had only been wronged. He looked at Qingqing and wanted to laugh.
"Don't laugh, Professor Zhang is a bit grudge."
Fu Heng, who didn’t know when he walked to Qingqing’s side, reminded her in a low voice, the warm breath spit out on the white and tender eartips, watching with satisfaction the crimson of the sunset, Fu Heng straightened up and held Qingqing. Xiaoshou took her back to sit down on the sofa.
"You bring all these back, and you can eat them with you when you eat."
Mrs. Zhang came out of the kitchen with many sealed bottles in her hands.
Some of them are jam, some are pickled vegetables, and some are meat sauce and mushroom sauce. All of them are made by Mrs. Zhang herself. They are delicious. Whether it is used with porridge or stir-fried vegetables, it tastes good.
When Qingqing's eyes lit up, she consciously took the things from Madam Zhang's hand without needing to be reminded, with a very enthusiastic attitude.
"Seeing eating is the most diligent." Professor Zhang whispered behind his back
Goo.
You know, these are his daily rations.
Many times when he is too busy to come back for dinner, Professor Zhang has to rely on his wife to make a variety of side dishes and sauces. The meals in the school cafeteria are heavy in oil and salt, which is not very friendly to the stomach of the elderly.
And it doesn't suit Professor Zhang's taste.
"What are you whispering about again? Find a bag to fit Qingqing and the others."
Mrs. Zhang's ears are very pointed, don't think that Professor Zhang's voice is small and she didn't hear it.
"It's nothing, it's okay, the bag is it, I remember there is in the study, waiting for me to get it."
Being caught on the spot again, Professor Zhang could only slip away.
After a long and lively meal, when Qingqing and Fu Heng walked out of Zhang's house, they found that the things they brought with them were few, but now there were a lot of other things.
In addition to the various sauces and dishes presented by Mrs. Zhang, there are also a lot of snacks and drinks.
The two elderly people don't like to eat these, but they can't bear it, they always love it.
Even if Professor Zhang didn't accept the gift, but occasionally he couldn't refuse, the family would accumulate this pile of things over time.
The two of them couldn't finish eating these things, and it was a waste to leave them alone. Just as Qingqing came, they just pretended to take them away.
Everyone knows that Qingqing is a cute snack.
I love it when she grows up, but she is still very healthy after eating this way, and Fu Heng has nothing to do with her.
No, she unpacked the shelled nuts as soon as she got in the car.
"Don't eat too much." Fu Heng habitually told her.
"I'm only a small bag." Qingqing shook the bag that was not as big as her palm, indicating that she really only ate a little bit.
"It's good for you to know the temperance." His wife is old, and Fu Heng can't say she has too many, just click and stop.
"By the way, where are we going to play next?" Qingqing spoke vaguely while still chewing on nuts.
"...Where do you want to go?" Fu Heng, who wanted to go straight home, wisely stopped and almost blurted out.
"Isn't it about falling in love? I haven't been on a date with you yet. Maybe we have been dating before, but I haven't remembered this yet. Would you please make up for me now?"
Qingqing proposed with bright eyes, looking forward to it.
Faced with her like this, Fu Heng could have the heart to refuse.
"Okay, I will listen to you for the rest of the day. We will go wherever you want to play." Chong Duo's gentle voice fell in Qing Qing's ears, and it itched for no reason.
She scratched her ears, picked up her phone and checked it, then
Happily decided: "Go to the cinema!"
Nothing new at all.
After turning the steering wheel, Fu Heng followed Qingqing's wishes and took her to the nearest movie theater with a good reputation.
The two held hands affectionately, and after buying the movie tickets, they lined up to buy drinks and popcorn, just like other loving couples.
The biggest difference is that their looks are relatively high, and walking on the road easily attracts attention from others.
It is the same now. Fu Hengli, who is 1.8 meters tall, is the most conspicuous presence in the crowd, especially since he is handsome and has a unique temperament, which makes people daunting.
Next to him stood a beautiful woman with a petite and exquisite figure. That charming little face, even the female stars on the poster, was not as good as hers.
The handsome man and the pretty girl stood straight ahead, and even the sales clerk couldn't help but stare for a while.
"A cup of iced cola, a cup of hot coffee, and a bucket of popcorn. Thank you."
Qingqing's voice evoked the film's sanity. She hurriedly gave a good point, and reluctantly held up a professional smile: "A total of 48 yuan, the scan code is still cash."
"Scan the code." These days, no one has cash on them anymore, and they just go out with a mobile phone or a face.
I heard that there is a new fingerprint payment recently, and now maybe you don’t even need to bring your mobile phone to buy things, just bring someone with you.
Taking into account the food intake of the two, Qingqing ordered medium-sized popcorn, but before entering the field, the popcorn had already killed nearly half of her.
"You don't want to eat tonight?"
Fu Heng reluctantly took her popcorn and gave it away.
Qingqing pouted, drinking Coke with a straw in his mouth.
When there is no food, she still has something to drink.
The movie was chosen by Qingqing, and Fu Heng knew when he entered the scene that it could not be a romance or a literary film.
Her wife has never had the patience to watch such films that require patience and sensibility.
She prefers all kinds of exciting action scenes, large-scale special effects movies or ghost movies.
Not surprisingly, the selection this time is a ghost film called Bi Xian.
In fact, many people were curious to play this game when they were students, but in the end, nothing happened.
After trying it, I knew it was a lie and stopped playing.
After sitting down, Qingqing was still very excited to talk to Fu Heng about her elementary school days.
At that time, she also played various immortals such as Pen Xian Di Xian with her classmates. In the end, like everyone else, she found that she could not summon any gods, spirits, and ghosts, and lost interest.
But since it was made into a ghost movie, the protagonist of the story
The ghost must have been recruited.
The cliché plot, the ending that can be guessed at the beginning, the only surprise is that this time the screenwriter did not leave a few survivors of the protagonist group, but came to an all-out finale.
"This... really fits the title." Qingqing said speechlessly.
In the whole play, only Bi Xian is still alive, but it doesn't match the title.
"Don't like it?" Fu Heng asked her while turning his head, Qingqing shook his head: "No, at least the atmosphere and special effects are okay."
It's just a little regret that she didn't scare her.
But also, she is a woman who has watched all the horror films in the history of movies. She has experienced a magical event herself, and it is weird to be afraid of this.