Came out of Brunei Street and went home.
Grandfather is sitting on a rattan chair smoking a pipe, father is wearing glasses and reading the newspaper, ten-year-old sister Yang Zixi is sitting on the table seriously doing homework, two twin brothers are chasing each other and playing, while mother and grandma are The kitchen is busy cooking.
Every time he sees the neat and warm picture of a family in front of him, Yang Zimei's eyes are unconsciously covered with a thin layer of mist, and he feels grateful.
I am grateful to God for letting her family no longer be ruined in this life.
"Niuniu, it's your first day of school today, did those classmates in the city bully you?" Grandma just came out of the kitchen, saw her standing at the door, and hurried forward to ask.
"Grandma, no, they are all fine." Yang Zimei smiled, reaching out to help grandma wipe the sweat from her forehead, "School is also very interesting, I like it very much."
"That's good. You never went to school. Grandma is afraid that you won't get used to it."
"Grandma, you just peeped at me. I am like that cactus. Even if it is thrown into the desert, it can grow and bloom." Yang Zimei took off her shoes and walked into the house, calling her grandfather and father. hello.
"Niuniu, although you have finished the junior high school courses by yourself, you still have a lot of knowledge that you can't learn from textbooks. You still have to listen carefully to the teacher's lectures, you know?" Yang Qing said in his accustomed teaching tone.
"Well, I will definitely study hard." Yang Zimei nodded.
"Girls don't need to read so many books, anyway, they will get married and have children in the future." Grandpa puffed on the smoke.
"Old man, what are you talking about? If there is no Zimei, how can our family become city people so comfortably?" Grandma was dissatisfied, "Although our Niuniu is a girl, she will definitely be better than a boy. Yes, even the old gods said that our Niuniu is a genius and will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"No matter what the achievement is, just be safe." Yang Qing said from the side.
Yang Zimei smiled, because she cherished this family relationship too much, even if her grandfather often disliked her as a girl, she didn't mind, anyway, except for him, everyone else loved her very much.
"Sister, help me figure out how to do this problem." Yang Zixi turned her head and called out in a charming voice.
Yang Zixi looks more and more cute, plump and tender, like a small dough ball, with a pair of arc-long eyes that are very like her mother, always smiling, and she speaks in a sweet voice, which makes people cherish her.
Every time he saw her, Yang Zimei couldn't help but think of the bruised and purple appearance of his sister who was drowned in the previous life.
Therefore, he cherishes her even more.
Sitting next to Yang Zixi, he patiently helped her explain the uncomplicated math problem.
After finishing speaking, Yang Zixi blinked her arc-long eyes, and said with admiration, "Sister, you are so good, you can understand such difficult questions at a glance. It would be great if I have a sister who is so smart."
"Our Zixi is also very smart, but we just haven't understood it yet." Yang Zimei said while stroking her soft hair.
"Maybe." Yang Zixi nodded.
Mom greeted everyone to eat, and after the family finished eating happily, Yang Zimei chatted with everyone for a while, and then went back to the room, first put the few items that had been scoured back in the small cabinet and locked it, and then opened the cabinet. Read this "Introduction to Antique Appreciation".
Memory has never been a problem for her, what's more, this introductory knowledge is quite superficial, and she can understand it at a glance.
When it was almost midnight, she also put down her books, went up to the roof, and began to practice Qi-guiding skills against the faint moonlight.
If someone saw it at this time, they would be surprised to find that there seemed to be countless rays of spiritual energy condensing towards the girl in white who was sitting cross-legged, like a dream.