Sun Dongqing shook the notice in her hand and smiled with a flower on her face, "It's still my family's Yingying's stable grades, and I steadily entered the Provincial No. 1 Middle School for high school."
"Mom, don't keep talking." Ye Ying seemed to be unhappy, took the notice in her hand, folded it back into the envelope, and said to Old Uncle Gen, "Grandpa Gen, my mother just didn't speak well. Listen, in fact, she still cares about whether my sister is admitted to school."
Old Uncle Gen glanced around and started to think he was smart again, but Ye Ying, who had no responsibility at all, said in a vigorous voice: "It's not bad, the first middle school in the city, the same as expected."
"The City No. 1 Middle School is also good. Although it is not as good as the Provincial No. 1 Middle School, it is the same wherever my sister is smart." Ye Ying knew that she was relieved in her heart for a long time. She really didn't want to be with Ye Jian anymore. A school!
Nothing else, Ye Jian knows too many things about her, if she talks about it in high school, wouldn't she have to live in depression like she did in high school!
Sun Dongqing heard the words and endured his pride, pretending to be really caring and sighed: "As long as you pass the entrance examination, the city No. 1 middle school is the city No. 1 middle school. I will suffer a little loss in the university entrance examination. My sister confessed."
It's not surprising that Sun Dongqing can do such a shameless take credit for himself.
There was another boy from the village who was admitted to the same school as Ye Jian. When he heard that Ye Jian was the same school as himself, he was very happy and said: "Okay, we will come back to the village to have a company in the future. We will come back together. Don’t be scared anymore."
"That's, I'm sorry for Yingying. I have to board in the school for three years in high school." No matter what others say, Sun Dongqing can naturally turn the topic to her own daughter, and add a few more compliments by the way.
There was a figure standing at the gate of the courtyard. After listening quietly for a while, he saw that the people in the courtyard were about to leave. He lowered his head and glanced at the high school study materials he held in his hands. Without disturbing the people inside, he turned and left.
Ye Ying turned around lightly, seeming to see a familiar figure flashing past the gate of the courtyard, her eyes faintly lit up, and she paused, wondering if she had read it wrong.
After stopping for a while, I took a quick step and chased it out... There was no one outside, only the ringing of a bicycle passing by.
The postman who finished delivering the package stepped on the car and smiled and asked the boy sitting in the back, "Didn't you just go into the village to look for a classmate? Didn't you find it?"
"Well, not at home." Gao Yiyang, who should have gone to Australia a long time ago, can be said to be a big boy. Although his expression is indifferent, he still looks very educated. "Uncle, you just put me down in the car in front. Yes, someone in the car is waiting for me."
Hey, there is a special car at such a small age... When I saw the car's brand again, the postman couldn't help but glanced at it. This car... Is it expensive, it's long and big, and there is still a leopard on it? Tiger? …Indistinguishable signs.
Gao Yiyang, who needed to go to Australia three days later, came with a bunch of high school study materials. When he heard Old Uncle Gen said that Ye Jian would still need ten days to return, he knew... This time it is impossible to see Ye Jian again.
Looking out the window of the car, there was a deep disappointment in his eyes, but the indifferent expression made the driver dare not ask too much.
Gao Yiyang, who left with regret, boarded the plane to Beijing, and perhaps settled in Australia, or he returned to China after completing his studies. But he knew in his heart that in the future... it will never be possible to see the girl who is determined and can give others the chance of survival at a dangerous moment.
She will be like a cinnabar mole, staying brightly in his heart forever.