Zhang Song was a little surprised when he got the new version of the group ppt, but it was indeed no problem. Later, there was also a group report on reconciliation. In the end, the score for this area was reasonably set at 95 points. After comprehensive calculation, the four-credit subjects finally got a grade point of 4.8. There should be no problem with the college scholarship. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to compete for the national scholarship.
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Zhang Song's extracurricular practice part should not be comparable to others. After all, she has been working part-time.
After the final exam, there was another call from home.
The scolding was very unpleasant. Zhang Song originally didn't want to go back, but the other side was resolute. She was afraid that if there was no news about her, the other party would drag her family to school and cause trouble.
She was not surprised by anything the second elder did, so she might as well go back early and take the initiative.
Zhang Song stuffed her usual clothes and shoes, as well as her second-hand mobile phone, into the cabinet, bought two more rough-quality street stall goods, put on her Nokia, and got on the train home.
Having lived in City A for so long, she had forgotten that there was such a nasty place waiting for her.
A week after the holiday, Yu, who was well-prepared for the strategy, also came to Shanxi Village with the same bumps in the road.
Yu Xinzheng walked all the way according to the address on the map, now he was a little confused.
After entering the mountainous area, the signal was not very good, and the specific address was not even marked on Google. He had to rely on himself.
The self-built houses in this area are basically not even numbered. He went to ask for directions from his fellow villagers. The other party only recognized the person by name and asked him which family he was looking for and what his parents' names were. With a strong local accent, most of the older people can't speak Mandarin, making communication between the two parties extremely difficult.
The information the detective gave him was that the other party had just recently completed building a country villa. You should be able to find out if you ask around in the village.
The villa is a wedding room for the son, and no one else lives in it. The family's old house is on the side door of the villa, and there is a door with a faded scrolled couplet on it.
When Yu Qingzheng saw the information, he comforted himself that if he could afford to build a country villa, the situation would not be too bad.
He tossed and turned before he found the right place. When we arrived, there was a woman holding a child in the spacious courtyard of the villa.
The image of that woman was too unfamiliar to him, or he had never seen such a person since he was born.
The other party spat on the ground casually, and allowed the child's hands to press on her breasts, and even put their hands into her clothes. He spoke with a smile on his face. It's just that Yu Hezheng really can't understand her accent.
Their eyes met in the air through an iron fence, and Yu Hezheng was frightened away on the spot.
He left in a hurry and arrived at the door of his so-called hometown again.
Yu Xizheng paused.
The house must be several decades old. I heard that the houses at that time were built by the older generation themselves. The outside of the wall is gray and white, and most of the outer layer of cement plastic has fallen off. A few pairs of large shorts that had almost lost their elasticity were hung on the bamboo poles at the door, fluttering in the wind.
Yu Xinzheng stood on the side of the road, hesitated no longer, and decided to leave.
He turned around hastily and walked with his head down. He hit someone head-on.
The two of them steadied their bodies and raised their heads. Before they could say sorry, they were both stunned when they saw each other.
Fortunately, Yu Huizheng looked like a young man in the village, although his expression looked ravaged and his originally elegant clothes were a lot messy.
On the other hand, Zhang Song was wearing an outfit that even if he had studied in the fashion industry, he couldn't boast of it.
Although the clothes she wore in school were very simple, they were at least clean. Even in affordable clothes, she still looks elegant. When standing in a crowd, she always stands out with her tall figure.
But what about now? An old-age floral dress with no trace of its age. There seemed to be heavy oil spots on the pants, and there seemed to be a strange odor on the body when he got close to it. Her hair was tied together casually, and at first glance she looked more than ten years older.
Yu Xinzheng took a step back imperceptibly, and the words "I want to be quiet" were written on his face.
Zhang Song held a basin on his side and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Yu Xizheng took a deep breath: "What are you doing here again?"
Zhang Song pointed forward: "This is my home. Were you looking here just now? Are you looking for me?"
Yu Xinzheng looked at her from top to bottom, the figure in his pupils dilated a little, and he said in shock: "Your home? You... are you really like this..."
"Poor?" Zhang Song said with a smile, "I understand the mountain nest. Is the young master coming here for a trip?"
Yu Xizheng was suddenly speechless.
He studied the chant carefully for a while, his throat tightened and he asked, "When is your birthday?"
Zhang Chan: "Give me a gift? No thank you. I don't even remember this thing, after all, no one has given it to me."
Yu Qizheng said: "It must be written on your ID card."
Zhang Song sneered: "ID card? It depends on when my parents remember to register for me. Do you believe that stuff?"
Yu Xizheng blocked his chest with one hand and said glumly: "I'm leaving first."
The departing figure almost fled.
In the yard, Zhang's mother came over with her child in her arms, stood outside the fence and looked at her sinisterly, and asked, "Who is your friend?"
"Classmate." Zhang Song turned around and said, "Where's the money you asked me to buy groceries? I still have it on credit with Uncle Wang."
Before long, unpleasant curses almost echoed through the entire village.
"You lose money, what's the use of studying? Go out and work for me! If you don't bring a penny home, what's the point of raising you? Now that you're an adult, you still want to rely on your family for good food and drink. Yes, you still want money from me? You don’t even want your shame!"
Half an hour later, Zhang Song walked out from home carrying a greasy and reflective bag.
She came to the place where she used to take the bus at the entrance of the village and found that Yu Hezheng was still there.
The man had an angry expression and was sprayed with exhaust gas by the car that left proudly. He stepped forward and kicked a stone at the rear of the car to vent his anger, and then squatted on the ground in frustration.
Zhang Song approached and asked, "What are you doing?"
Yu Xinzheng quickly stood up. Put on your own momentum.
Zhang Song asked: "Why didn't you get in the car just now?"
Yu Zhizheng said angrily: "He actually charged me 40 yuan. I only need 17 yuan to enter the village! Why should he charge me 40 yuan? Why are the other people in the car laughing?"
Zhang Song glanced at the car in the distance and said, "You shouldn't be short of the twenty-three yuan, right?"
Yu Xi argued eloquently, speaking angrily like every ambitious young man with a stand: "This is not a matter of money!"
"Okay." Zhang Song interrupted him and said, "Then you must not know that there are only two shuttle buses leaving this village, one at 6:30 in the morning and the other at 4:30 in the afternoon. There is no guest house in the village. Your twenty-three A dollar may cost you a night sleeping on the street.”
Yu Hezheng was obviously startled, his expression constantly switching between annoyance and determination. Finally, he suddenly closed the door to his heart, raised his chin slightly and said without emotion: "This is not a problem of sleeping on the street."
Chapter recitation: "..."
She actually didn't want to destroy the other person's belief with one word.
Yu Xinzheng tilted his head and asked, "You came here specifically to see me off?"
Zhang Chan: "Haha, what are you thinking about? It's just that after unremitting efforts, I was finally kicked out of the house."
Yu Zizheng knew that he had been tricked, and frowned: "Then how do you get out?"
"For making small noodles," Zhang Song gestured with his fingers, "Sixty."
Yu Xi Zheng closed his eyes.
Zhang Song knew that his world might have changed dramatically at this moment.
Yu Xizheng said firmly: "This is not a question of money."
Zhang Chan said: "I understand."
Just as Yu Zizheng finished speaking, the van that fed him the exhaust gas turned around again and drove back leisurely.
Zhang Song pursed his lips and said, "I'm here to pick you up."
There is only one car nearby, and the driver is usually reluctant to leave it alone.
The vehicle was still parked in its original position. The driver roughly opened the door and shouted: "Forty, you can't get in!"
Zhang Chang walked up first.
The driver softened his tone and said, "Girl, you are still seventeen."
Yu Xizheng endured his anger, but had to give up, and followed him.
The bus was already full, and the driver kicked out two small plastic benches from the corner for them to sit down. Then he stared at Yu Xi and paid.
Zhang Song asked curiously: "What did he say?"
The driver took a puff from his cigarette and said, "He thinks my car is dirty. He wants to report me."
Zhang Chan: "Oh."
It's actually quite dirty.
The two of them sat in the middle of the aisle, swaying as the traffic moved by.
Yu Xizheng held his forehead and said in despair, "Please please me."
Zhang Song almost choked on his saliva and said inexplicably: "Am I sick?"
Yu Xizheng choked and continued: "I can tell you a secret."
Chapter chant: "I wonder?"
Yu Xinzheng: "..."
What is happening to this world
The car finally arrived at the county town.
Zhang Chang asked the driver to help him stop. You can transfer to other trains nearby, and it will be cheaper to take the high-speed rail.
Yu Zhizheng almost felt that this was not a country he was familiar with. He was like a lost lamb, completely at a loss.
Zhang Song raised his finger at him, and Yu Xizheng followed him in disgrace.
Zhang Song seems to be carrying a little tail, leading him around the stations.
When he arrived in City A, the world he was familiar with appeared, and Yu Hezheng was finally resurrected with full health.
My waist is straight again, my face is rosy again, and my heart is open.
After leaving the high-speed rail station, Yu Xi called a taxi and imitated the chanting, twitching his fingers at her to indicate that he could take her back to school.
Zhang Song looked at him like a fool, then walked to the bus stop next to him where he was queuing up.
Yu Xinzheng: "..."
He mentally slapped himself. Why do you have to be so sentimental
After returning to school like a calamity, Yu Huizheng was not in the mood to contact Zhang Shuang for discussion.
He lay on the bed for a while, feeling relaxed. He got out of bed, turned on the computer, and transferred the relevant files.
After sending it, I subconsciously wanted to avoid the other party's reply, quickly closed the computer, took out my meal card and went out to eat.
Zhang Song saw this email after taking a shower at night.
If it hadn't been for another software pop-up to remind her, she would have almost forgotten that she even had an email address.
After opening it, I found that the sender was trying to reconcile and said what the hell was going on with him.
She downloaded the attachment and clicked on it at will.
From beginning to end, she read it three times without missing a word. Finally, his eyes stopped at the address of the investigation results, and his focus began to fade.
Zhang Song knew very well that she had not made any mistakes and it should be exactly what she thought. I leaned on the chair and was stunned for a long time.
Fingers feel slightly warm.
With a calm face, she closed the page, went to the water dispenser and poured a large glass of water, then raised her head and drank it in one gulp.
The mood that was finally captured was a touch of ecstasy.
Yes. There could be no place worse than her family of origin. She studied hard, agreed hard, and worked hard for more than twenty years, and it seemed that she came true after one email.
Zhang Chan's heart is like boiling oil, high temperature, brushing against his face. The ice water rolled into the stomach, failing to take away its temperature. Instead, it exploded.
Zhang Song put his hands in his pockets. He lowered his head and took two steps. Forcibly calm down your thoughts and take a good look at your heart.
She was excited not necessarily because she had an extra set of parents, but because she could get rid of the parents she feared the most.
Perhaps because of the influence of the Zhangs and his wife, she no longer has much trust in so-called family ties. She can live well alone. And her consistent style is not to have too high hopes for uncertain things.
Can her ethereal blood relationship really bring emotions to two people who have never met each other? Anyway, she was pretty sure that it couldn't be done in the Zhang family.
She really wanted to go to Yu Zhizheng now to inquire about her biological father and mother, but she still held back.
Zhang Song turned around suddenly, doubtful in his heart.
Isn't this because Yu Hezheng is lying to her
She strode back to the computer, reopened the file, and read it from beginning to end. Feeling relieved.
Yu reconciliation should not be so boring.
Zhang Chan half bent over thinking.
Yu Xinzheng came to tell her, which means that the Yus and his wife may not know yet. Who would suspect that they are not the biological child of their parents and go for a paternity test? Zhang Chan understands a little bit.
She felt that there might be something wrong with the Yu family's parent-child relationship.
Immediately afterwards, she logged onto the search website and began to search for the Yu family's company.
There is too little useful content. After all, entrepreneurs are not like celebrities, and they will not publicize their family affairs.
I don't know what happened to Yu Hezheng, but Zhang Song violated his biological clock and spent a whole night searching the other party's information and company profile on the Internet. I didn't crawl into bed until early the next morning.
In recent days, the two have not contacted each other again. Because we are on holiday, we have complete control over our time, and it is difficult to meet each other.
When going to study hall, the two unexpectedly met in front of the elevator on the seventh floor of the Third Education School.
When we met again, we were a little embarrassed.
There was half a meter between them.
Yu Xi rushed to ask: "Did you read the email I sent you?"
Zhang Song nodded: "I saw it."
Yu Qizheng said "Yes": "I checked their itinerary. I will go to see them next week. If you are willing, you can give me a few hairs with hair follicles... as evidence. Of course, you can also come with me. Past. And their contact information. Do you need it?"
Zhang Chan: "Let's talk about it later."
Yu Huizheng became silent again.
Zhang Song pretended to smile relaxedly: "I also said that it was a coincidence that I met you in the village. I didn't expect that there would be an even better coincidence."
Yu Xizheng nodded.
There is usually no social interaction between the two of them. Not being sarcastic is considered a good mood. Now that my identity has changed, I can’t seem to find my place. I don’t even know how to communicate normally.
"Well. Didn't you go see it in person that day? After seeing such a scene, how dare you tell me the truth?" Zhang Song turned around and said, "If you didn't say anything, you would still be a winner in life and a rich second generation."
Yu Xizheng hesitated to speak, and finally closed his mouth, pursed the corners of his lips, and formed a tight straight line.
Zhang Song said on his behalf: "This is not a question of money."
Yu Xinzheng: "Yeah."
Zhang Song changed his mind greatly.
Not only does it look like a human, but it actually looks a little bit like a human.
This is still scary.
Zhang Chan pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there any benefit?"
Yu Xizheng said: "I have money."
Zhang Chan nodded: "That's enough."
After a while, Yu Xi asked: "Is there any benefit to you?"
Zhang Song responded with a sneer: "Haha."
The sarcasm on his face was genuine.
Yu Xizheng: "...Okay."
The elevator opened with a ding and the two of them walked in together. The side mirror reflected the two figures standing sideways.
The red number jumped from "7" to "6" and paused for a moment. When it was opened, there was no one outside.
Yu Qizheng wiped his sweat and reminded: "They divorced very early and rebuilt a new family. They don't have any love for me, and they probably don't have any love for you either. They had their own children soon after marriage, so you have three sisters." One brother, um, is quite partial to the children in the back. So I don’t recommend you to have a dispute with them. Those people lack stick education and are not normal people. If you can, stay away."
Zhang Song then revealed something to him: "You also have an older sister and a younger brother. The younger brother escaped later. The patriarchal mentality in the family is serious, and feudal superstition is deeply rooted. Your younger brother got married early, got pregnant with someone else's belly in high school, and is now married. Now I am supported by your sister. I have an uncle who is very lazy and loves to stir up dissensions. There are countless relatives in the family whose common hobby is petty gain."
Yu Xinzheng couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck!"
It was rare for Zhang Song to see him lose his composure, but he laughed: "Ha."
The conversation outside could be faintly heard, and the two began to turn to silence.
When the elevator stopped on the first floor, a few familiar people outside shouted excitedly: "Senior, senior!"
The two raised their lips, put on impeccable smiles, and walked out together.
"Don't they have a good relationship? They even study together. I thought it was really as bad as the rumors."
"The school is such a big place, so people are divided into groups. At most, there are no common topics and no conflicts, so it is impossible to get into a particularly tense situation."
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