Jiang Ning wiped away tears on the way back.
She opened her schoolbag under the street lamp, trying to take some tissues to wipe away the tears and snot from her face, only to find that the tissues were crumpled up by herself at some point. And when I bumped into the damned Xu Mingyi in the morning, the pen case fell out, and the refill of the blue ballpoint pen leaked on the paper towel, and there was no pack of paper to use.
As soon as he stopped, he was bitten a few times by mosquitoes.
Jiang Ning squatted down and frantically sprayed toilet water on his ankles, crying even more sadly.
Although she knew that Yan Yixie's self-esteem was outrageously strong, and that what she said was very likely to be angry, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
The discomfort was mixed with panic, worrying that he really didn't want to see her again.
Before Jiang Ning returned home, he went to a convenience store outside the alley to buy a bottle of mineral water, wiped off the messy tears on his face, and regained his calm.
But when he got home, he still couldn't hide his tired look.
Zheng Ruonan came home from get off work early today for some reason, and when she saw her coming in, she hurried over and took her schoolbag off her back, and patted her head happily: "Ningning is back?"
Jiang Ning was a little surprised, her mother usually has to be busy until after eleven o'clock in the evening, why is it so early today
Looking at it again, Jiang Rou and Wang Sufen, who were sitting on the sofa, both had strange expressions.
After a while, Jiang Ning figured it out. It turned out that the head teacher had sent the short video of her reading English to Zheng Ruonan.
Since Zheng Ruonan gave birth to her, she has never seen such an "achievement" in her studies. In the company, she watched the short video several times in amazement. Ruo Nan couldn't believe that this was her little Jiang Ning.
Recently, the situation of her two children seems to be improving. Jiang Fan goes to Internet cafes much less frequently, and Jiang Ning doesn't know when to practice English hard. Zheng Ruonan was so excited that he didn't care about the affairs of the company, so he rushed back after explaining in a hurry.
After she came back, she couldn't hide her joy, and showed the short video to the rest of the family.
Jiang's father is also very happy. Although he is biased, Jiang Ning and Jiang Fan are both his children, so he naturally hopes that they will become successful. It's just that there is still no progress in the project, so he can't help but not worry too much about Jiang Ning's performance.
Needless to say, Jiang Rourou and Wang Sufen, the old and the young were extremely puzzled, and couldn't figure out why Jiang Ning could suddenly speak beautiful English accents.
Recently, she wakes up very early every morning, and often stays at a classmate's house for a long time before coming back at night. Could it be that she is secretly making up lessons outside? But it's only been a few days of work, so is it effective to make up lessons
Leaving this point aside, the question is, Jiang Ning never put his mind on his studies before, but how has he changed recently
So at this moment, there is such a scene.
"Have you had dinner?" Zheng Ruonan took Jiang Ning's schoolbag and put it on the sofa, looking at Jiang Ning with concern: "You said you were going to review your homework at a classmate's house, I thought you were coming back very late, but I didn't expect this I'm back, are you hungry? What do you want to eat, I'll cook some for you."
"I'm not hungry." Jiang Ning said.
Zheng Ruonan looked at her disapprovingly: "When you're growing up, eat more, I'll cook dumplings for you."
As Zheng Ruonan said, she rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen without changing her suit and skirt.
Jiang Ning could feel Zheng Ruonan's joy.
Just the improvement of her English can make her so happy.
Jiang Ning couldn't help feeling sour in her heart. If only she had been sensible and less rebellious when she was a girl in her previous life, then Zheng Ruonan would be happy in both lifetimes.
She suddenly wanted to be alone with Zheng Ruonan for a while, so she followed Zheng Ruonan into the kitchen: "Mom, I'll help you."
As soon as the mother and daughter went in, Jiang Rourou outside couldn't help but glance at Jiang Shan, a little wronged, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, I, can I also hire a foreign teacher?"
Just now Zheng Ruonan was overjoyed and repeatedly praised Jiang Ning's good spoken English to Xu Mingyi's father who came to deliver dumplings. Xu Mingyi's father is a university professor. After watching the video, he also said it was good. Zheng Ruonan took it to heart.
is not that right? She sees that many Mandarin cartoons are now translated into foreign languages, and they all need English dubbing talents. Maybe Jiang Ning can do this in her future career.
Zheng Ruonan felt that Jiang Ning might have some talent, so he discussed with Jiang's father to enroll Jiang Ning in more cram schools when he came back. In addition to dancing, foreign teachers are also invited.
Jiang's father felt that he didn't need it at all. Although their family had no worries about food and clothing, they had three children to support, and they were not the kind of family with too much money to spend. A class from a foreign teacher cost hundreds, so what could they learn? It will cost a fortune again!
Jiang's father said: "Jiang Ning is only fourteen years old. It is a good thing to have more fun at this age. There is no need to put so much pressure on her. Don't you think she is doing well now?"
Zheng Ruonan's face immediately turned down, and she didn't mention this matter to Jiang's father again. She said that Jiang Ning had to hire a foreign teacher, and it would be useless if anyone stopped him.
Although the financial power is in her hands, Jiang's father has no control over it, but thinking of foreign teachers with so much money, Jiang's father feels pain.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Rourou heard what the two said, and Jiang Rourou also wanted to take a tutoring class with a foreign teacher.
Wang Sufen next to her was knitting a sweater, and she also chimed in: "Yes, if Jiang Ning invites her, she must give Rourou a name too! What kind of virtue is your wife? Always partial! Rourou is too pitiful."
Jiang's father suddenly had a headache: "Professor Xu also said that Ning Ning is indeed a bit talented, why does Rourou join in the fun?"
How much will it cost if all three children hire foreign teachers and enroll in various cram schools
Jiang Rourou bit her lower lip, the circles of her eyes turned red immediately, and she didn't mention it anymore.
Jiang's father couldn't bear to see her like this. He was more sorry for Jiang Rourou than Jiang Ning and Jiang Fan, but now he doesn't even let Jiang Rourou go to a foreign teacher's cram school. Is he still a father
So Father Jiang sighed and said, "I'll find a way for you."
The worry in Jiang Rourou's eyes dissipated, and she gave a happy "hmm".
After what happened today, she didn't react as much as Zhong Congshuang. After all, she didn't make things difficult for Jiang Ning in class. On the contrary, she tried to stop Zhong Congshuang.
No matter how she was slapped in the face, it didn't happen to her.
And she didn't think Jiang Ning would be a threat.
In addition to English, there are so many subjects, as well as talent and dancing. She has devoted herself to each of them, and Jiang Ning can't compare to herself in any way.
However, if Jiang Ning hired a foreign teacher, she would have to. She couldn't just watch Jiang Ning surpass herself.
As soon as Jiang Fan came back with his schoolbag, he heard Father Jiang making a promise to Jiang Rourou, and he immediately snorted.
"Did your brain get kicked by a donkey?" Jiang Fan muttered.
If it wasn't for mental problems, ten years of mental illness would not be able to do such a thing as treating an outsider better than one's own family. Still thinking of a way? What can Father Jiang think of? At that time, won't I still beg my mother to pay for the tuition fees for foreign teachers
"What are you humming?" Father Jiang turned his head and saw Jiang Fan and became angry: "Come here."
"If you tell me to go there, I'll go there. Don't I lose face?" Jiang Fan went upstairs in a hurry.
…
After Jiang Ning finished eating the supper cooked by Zheng Ruonan, she was still not very energetic, so she went back to her room early to sleep.
Zheng Ruonan sensed that something was wrong with her daughter, Ning Ning was so energetic in everything these days, she just rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward, but today she seemed to have received a huge blow, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Zheng Ruonan was a little worried, and couldn't help but follow her to push the door in: "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with a friend?"
Jiang Ning felt that it would be embarrassing to act like a baby with Zheng Ruonan when she grew up, but now she just wants to truly return to the age of fourteen and do whatever she wants. She hugged Zheng Ruonan's waist, wanting to tell a lot about Yan Yixie.
But at the end of the day, the words came to my lips and became: "I seem to have screwed up."
Although Zheng Ruonan didn't know what happened, she knew that Jiang Ning was a child with no evil intentions since she was a child. She stroked Jiang Ning's head and said: "But your original intention is good, right? You are just too reckless, and you don't consider the consequences of doing things."
Jiang Ning nodded with a sore nose.
Originally, the teenager had accepted her recently and was about to become friends with her, but now because of his own mistakes, everything has returned to the original point.
Jiang Ning felt very frustrated.
"Then why not be more frank and persevere longer?" Zheng Ruonan said: "In short, as long as you know you are doing the right thing, don't give up halfway."
Jiang Ning said dejectedly: "But, I'm worried that the closer I get to him, the more he will annoy me."
"It seems that this friend is really important to our little Jiang Ning, and it can actually make the little Jiang Ning, who is not afraid of anything, lose confidence." Zheng Ruonan nodded Jiang Ning's nose, and asked tentatively, "Is it Xu Mingyi?"
Jiang Ning immediately said helplessly: "No, it's not him. Mom, stop guessing. It's a girl."
Zheng Ruonan was relieved a little...
If the friend Jiang Ning mentioned was a boy, she would really wonder if Jiang Ning had a puppy love.
Because Jiang Ning has been free and easy since childhood, Zheng Ruonan rarely sees Jiang Ning caring about someone so much.
She really cared about Xu Mingyi, she had been running behind Xu Mingyi's ass since she was a child, but Xu Mingyi didn't play with her when she was a child, she would either pat her ass and leave, or rush up and throw Xu Mingyi with mud, never because of such trivial things sad.
... And Jiang Ning himself may not have noticed this kind of caring feeling.
With Zheng Ruonan's comfort, Jiang Ning's mood improved a lot.
She thought that when she approached Yan Yixie at the beginning, she really wanted to repay her kindness.
But later, she saw the boy sitting alone in the yard all year round watching the seasons change, seeing the boy unable to struggle out of the nightmare, and seeing the incurable scar on the boy's leg.
What she wanted to do gradually became, hoping to pull him out of the nightmare of the past, and become him who was no longer covered in thorns.
So now, even if Yan Yixie really didn't want to see her again, she couldn't just give up.
Zheng Ruonan didn't know what Jiang Ning was thinking, but seeing Jiang Ning's expression relax a lot, a big stone in her heart fell a little bit. In fact, the mother and daughter rarely had the opportunity to communicate like this before. On the one hand, she was too busy;
Zheng Ruonan is also very pleased to be able to say a few words in a serious manner like this.
She couldn't help sighing again in her heart, unknowingly, Jiang Ning really changed a lot.
Zheng Ruonan touched Jiang Ning's forehead, and his expression suddenly became tense: "Ning Ning, your forehead is a little hot."
"?" Jiang Ning didn't feel it himself, and touched his forehead.
Zheng Ruonan hurriedly brought a thermometer and measured it for Jiang Ning, and it turned out that she had a low-grade fever.
Seeing Jiang Ning's uncomfortable appearance, Zheng Ruonan didn't want to scold her, so he soaked up the cold medicine and helped her sit up: "I must have caught a cold outside, drink a cup of cold medicine before going to bed."
Jiang Ning was forced to drink a large cup of cold spirit, and his consciousness became a little drowsy.
Zheng Ruonan covered her with the quilt, tucked it in, and said, "I'll help you ask for leave from dance class tomorrow, so I won't go, and I can't go out to have a wind."
"No, I still have something to do tomorrow." Jiang Ning thought about going to Yan Yixie.
However, Zheng Ruonan pushed her back: "Don't be disobedient, what's the matter, wait until you get better from the cold, this season is easy to repeat, when it gets serious, you will be in trouble."
Jiang Ning had no choice but to lie down. She felt that Zheng Ruonan's hand was always on her forehead, which made her feel comfortable and at ease.
She vaguely thought of another person at the same time, but his family left him in the old castle that had been built for an unknown number of years, and never came to visit him.
The old butler didn't know what happened. The next day, he saw that the young master was exceptionally silent. When eating breakfast, I didn't say a word, the air was so silent that there was only the clear sound of knives and forks colliding with plates.
After breakfast, Yan Yixie pushed the wheelchair up the stairs from the elevator.
When the housekeeper found him, he was again on the rooftop where he used to love, with a white headphone cable wrapped around his fair neck, hidden in the neckline, the music drum was playing loudly, and he was holding a book that the housekeeper couldn't understand. book of.
The young man was on IV last night, and the high fever finally subsided. Now he has recovered most of his energy, but his complexion is still pale and sick.
White gauze was wrapped around his ankle, and he had just changed himself to antibiotics this morning.
His face was cold, and he was not interested in the sunrise in the distance.
Everything seems to return to the lonely appearance at the beginning.
The old butler felt a little palpitated, walked over and said, "You have just subsided from a high fever, and the doctor advises not to blow it."
The boy turned a page and said calmly, "Anyway, it won't be many years, so just let me blow it."
The butler's throat choked: "Why do you say such things again?"
The boy is extremely susceptible to infection. The doctor said that his life expectancy will not be as long as that of ordinary people. Of course, if he is raised quietly like a disabled person, it is no problem to live a little longer.
But the problem is, the housekeeper knows that Yan Yixie hates this kind of life in a wheelchair day after day.
Yan Yixie looked back at the butler, and suddenly realized that the butler was really worried about him. After a pause, he said "Sorry."
The housekeeper froze for a moment.
Yan Yixie turned his head back again, and turned another page: "I won't say that kind of thing anymore."
The old butler was a little flattered, he realized that the young master seemed to have changed in some aspects, it seemed that the change was brought about by that girl.
Thinking of Jiang Ning, the butler couldn't help but walked to the edge of the glass window on the roof and looked out of the courtyard.
Why didn't I see Jiang Ning at all today
The housekeeper suddenly remembered, hesitated for a moment, and thanked Yan Yi: "I came back from seeing the doctor last night, and saw Jiang Ning going out with a book on her back, as if she was wiping tears, young master, did you bully her to cry?"
In fact, the butler didn't see clearly, after all, he came back by car, and Jiang Ning ran over in a flash.
However, due to his life experience, he decided to speak according to the serious situation.
It's okay to exaggerate a little bit about this kind of thing.
"By the way, she also fell."
Yan Yixie's phalanx grasping the corner of the page turned white instantly.
He didn't look back, but he was a little upset in his heart. After a while, he asked deeply: "Am I annoying?"
It must be, and he knew he was disgustingly nasty without anyone answering.
It was true that the old butler had been considerate to him.
But without the huge employment fee, he wasn't sure that the old butler would stay in this gloomy and lifeless villa, facing a person like him who had a weird temper and was not easy to serve.
And Jiang Ning must think so now.
The butler quickly said, "No."
Yan Yixie didn't believe it.
The housekeeper was thinking about Jiang Ning, and couldn't help but said: "Oh, young master, how can you treat a little girl like this? I asked the chef to prepare some of her favorite dishes. When she comes, give her a quick shout-out." apologize."
Yan Yixie was stabbed in the heart, fell silent for a while, and said flatly: "She won't come again."
The butler suddenly became anxious, and took a step forward: "Why didn't you come?"
The boy said: "I drove her away."
The old butler was startled: "Why?"
Yan Yixie had no expression on his face: "Because it's noisy and annoying."
"Master, really..." The old housekeeper didn't know what to say. He thought that Yan Yixie was angry because Jiang Ning jumped into the river. The little girl next year will inevitably have some convulsions. The housekeeper asked again, "What about the kite?"
Two days ago, Yan Yixie asked the housekeeper to buy the kite, and the housekeeper bought it back.
A big bright yellow rabbit, the kite has a thin frame and is made of high-quality wooden materials, so it can easily fly in the wilderness.
Yan Yixie said indifferently: "Throw it away."
The housekeeper wanted to say something else, but the boy didn't bother to say much, and he pushed the wheelchair back to the room.
The butler was at a loss where he was. After a while, he sighed, went downstairs, picked up the kite in the living room, rolled it up, and threw it in the trash can outside the villa.
Yan Yixie sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room and continued to read, but his eyes fell on those words, but he couldn't read them no matter what. He seems to have lost the ability to read, unable to understand any text.
A full half an hour passed, and he was still stuck on page three hundred and eighty-eight.
Yan Yixie frowned, and there was a dryness between his brows that couldn't be dispelled.
In fact, the story ends here is the best.
Even if Jiang Ning had no plans, they would never be able to become true friends.
Because no one can bear him, and no one can not show a frightened expression after seeing his useless leg.
Instead of waiting for Jiang Ning to take the initiative to decline and die again, it is better to draw an end at this time. In this way, he can still leave a piece of reed and a firefly.
Moreover, she really didn't come again.
…
However, despite thinking like this, the boy still couldn't help raising his head.
He gazed into the distance, and involuntarily fell to the corner outside the courtyard, where a small piece of yellow was exposed.
After a while, he finally couldn't help it, and suddenly pushed the wheelchair to pick up the kite.
Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, the old housekeeper poked his head out from the kitchen: "Master, do you want to go out?"
Yan Yixie quickly jumped into the elevator, and said coldly: "No, you heard it wrong, it was the sound of the branches outside."
He wrapped the kite in a blanket, and carried the kite back to the room like a thief.
…
After finishing the kitchen, the housekeeper was going to drive to go shopping, but when he passed by the courtyard, he found that the kite on the trash can was missing.
Startled, he quickly washed his hands and went upstairs.
Yan Yixie was still sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, reading his 388th page.
I heard the butler panickingly say that the kite was gone.
Yan Yixie said casually: "It doesn't have to be a thief, how can anyone come here to steal a kite?"
"Probably just blown away by the wind." He turned the page.