Do academic masters like Zhou Mingfeng really exist
Jiang Jinjin watched him send several steps to solve the problem, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought, what's going on? Calculating the time, he has graduated for more than ten years, why does he still do the subject that confuses her? Remember how many steps to solve the problem
Of course, she can't express her doubts.
After all, this man is old in Versailles. If she asks, he might be secretly proud.
Jiang Jinjin didn't just need one step to solve the problem. She was afraid that she would not understand anything when Zhou Yan asked her, so she gradually began to understand these steps. He sent it.
Zhou Yan was also a top student in junior high school, but after all, he has been neglected for several years, and it is still difficult to pick up his studies now, not to mention that there is only one year left. Thinking about it carefully, this is why Jiang Jinjin thinks that the campus cookie is very reasonable. Although Zhou Yan is smart, how many of those students are stupid these days? He has been neglected for several years. In the original book, He worked hard under the encouragement of the heroine. However, in the last year, Mou Zujin barely caught up with the big team. He just passed the score line by two points, which is very thrilling.
That's it, Jiang Jinjin felt that the author gave Zhou Yan a golden finger.
Based on the author's preference for Zhou Yan, now that Zhou Yan has cheered up so long in advance, can we expect him to do better in the exam than in the original book
After solving the problem, Zhou Mingfeng actually sent a video call.
Jiang Jinjin was not in a hurry, he searched around in the hotel, and finally found a good angle, and then connected to the video.
Zhou Mingfeng seemed to be outside the condolence hall, and there was no sound at this point.
Jiang Jinjin pretended to brush her hair behind her ears inadvertently.
"Is there something wrong?"
Zhou Mingfeng hummed: "What's the matter with Ah Yan asking you for advice?"
"You are all fancy, and you have listed several steps to solve the problem, and now you are asking me what's going on?"
"There are priorities."
Jiang Jinjin held back his laughter, "Well, he seems to be ready to be a new man recently, no, he's a good student again. This is something to be happy about."
Zhou Mingfeng pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well, indeed."
The two were chatting, and the topic turned to Zhou Yan who was writing a book next door.
Probably because of the silence of the night, Zhou Mingfeng, led by Jiang Jinjin, also opened up the chatterbox and started chatting about Zhou Yan. His voice was low and low, "He is indeed a child with a sense of justice. Integrity is gratifying, and occasionally anxious. In all fairness, I really don’t know how to be a father.”
"You still can't do it?" She thought Zhou Mingfeng was omnipotent. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but every time she saw Zhou Mingfeng and Zhou Yan together, she didn't know how calm and calm she was. Listen to Zhou Mingfeng now. Feng seemed to be troubled by the parent-child relationship, which really surprised her.
Zhou Mingfeng smiled lightly, "Of course, I have never been a father to anyone else."
"On the one hand, I hope that he will be carefree, but on the other hand, I hope that he can be alone." Zhou Mingfeng paused, "Of course, what I hope most is that he can protect himself after seeing clearly the dangers of society, but he can also protect himself." Keep up the courage and integrity."
"It's so difficult." Jiang Jinjin lay on the sofa, "Your request is really too difficult."
On the surface it sounds simple.
But after all, Jiang Jinjin had been beaten by the society, Zhou Mingfeng's hope was too difficult to achieve.
"Yes. So parents like me are very selfish. They expect their children to be able to do things they can't do. I walked the road I liked and found that it was not as good as I imagined, so I hope that my children will stop walking, even if they can't do it. I like it very much." It was rare for Zhou Mingfeng to show such a gentle side to his son, Jiang Jinjin listened carefully, and actually found it a kind of enjoyment, "But everyone has his own way, it depends on what he chooses to be Such a person, sometimes I think, if he does everything according to my expectations, then he is not a child, but a puppet."
As Jiang Jinjin listened, he remembered what he had secretly thought.
When Zhou Mingfeng's child was really good.
Just... He can not only tolerate the impulsive and childish side, but also calmly reveal the truth, and he will use his own means to let the child know the truth of the matter.
It is contradictory, but it is indeed gentle.
Jiang Jinjin also joked with him, "I've already recorded it, and when you get old and hospitalized, I'll play it to Zhou Yan, so that you can feel that there is a filial son in front of the hospital bed."
Zhou Mingfeng was silent for a few seconds, then asked with a smile, "So, you mean, you were still by my side at that time?"
This sentence seems to be a joke.
However, Zhou Mingfeng's gloomy mood in the past few days finally calmed down a little.
Jiang Jinjin didn't react for a while, and he was stunned.
Before she could return with her witty words, Zhou Mingfeng took the lead and said, "Let's rest, it's getting late. Good night."
After speaking, he hung up the phone, as if he knew she was gathering strength to fight back.
Listening to the beeping busy tone from the other end of the phone, Jiang Jinjin was completely stunned.
After regaining her senses, she got up and went to the bedside to lie down, remembering that Zhou Mingfeng had taken the lead, she couldn't help kicking her legs in annoyance.
Jiang Jinjin, has your usual quick-witted reaction been eaten by a dog?
Why was he stopped by asking back? ?
It can be called a failure!
Jiang Jinjin was very regretful, but it was hard to call back. After all, it was almost twelve o'clock now.
Angry!
She thought it might be because she was infected by Zhou Yan during this period of time, she was naive enough to open the memo on her phone, and solemnly wrote down—
[He choked me once, and he will do it again next time.]
After Zhou Mingfeng offered incense to his uncle again, he glanced around the condolence hall, but did not see his aunt. After asking other relatives, he walked out of the condolence hall and searched in the funeral parlor. I found my aunt in the open space. Under the cold moonlight, my aunt with graying hair was bowing her waist and sweeping the dusty leaves on the ground with a broom.
In the past few days, he has not seen his aunt shed a single tear.
Her behavior was so ordinary, as if her uncle hadn't died.
But he knew that when my aunt saw uncle's favorite braised pork at the banquet, she still used to get half a portion in a take-out box.
Zhou Mingfeng paced over.
Seeing his shadow, my aunt paused for a moment, straightened up, stretched out a hand and tapped on the back of the waist, "Why don't you go to sleep, you have been suffering for the past two days, be careful of getting sick."
Zhou Mingfeng took the broom in her hand and began to sweep the leaves beside her.
My aunt laughed, "Your uncle likes to be clean. Whenever he sees leaves at the door of his house, he has to sweep them up. Sometimes he even cleans up the garbage at the door of the neighbor's house. I don't know what kind of mentality it is, but it really bothers him. .”
It was annoying, but after he left, she became more and more like him.
Wanting to come out to get some air, seeing the leaves on the ground, I couldn't help looking for a broom again.
Zhou Mingfeng lowered his eyes, unconsciously clenched the handle of the broom, raised his head, with a calm smile on his face: "Uncle is always popular."
The aunt bowed her head and said after a long time: "Zhong Fei sent a wreath, will Jinjin misunderstand?"
"No." Zhou Mingfeng said firmly, "She won't think so much."
"That's good. In fact, Zhong Fei has always sent us things these years. I still remember that when you got married, everyone said that you are a good match," my aunt laughed. "Your uncle still told me worriedly at night that you two will not For a long time, I also said that he didn't think about good things all day. After you divorced, your uncle said, neither you nor Zhong Fei are extroverted people. You don't talk much, and Zhong Fei doesn't talk too much. It’s going to cause problems over time.”
My aunt talked about that year.
…
Zhou Mingfeng said in a deep voice, "I delayed her."
In any case, in a marriage, he has tasted more dividends, and it is true that she has paid more.
After all, he delayed her.
Fortunately, she has the determination to make corrections, and she has also found the direction of life that she thinks is right.
My aunt came over, raised her hand and patted his arm, "It's not a coincidence this time, your uncle didn't see you and Jinjin, and if he saw it, he must say that you are a good match. However, your uncle and I are a little puzzled, how come the sudden Just got married."
Zhou Mingfeng has never been ambiguous to his elders, "It's not too sudden, I have thought about it for a long time before. Do you still remember that Uncle Jiang who saved me and my mother at that time? He is Jinjin's father. He passed away. It has been several years. Jinjin’s mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a year ago. It took only four months from discovery to death. She was worried that Jinjin would be alone and helpless, so she hesitated for a long time and found me, hoping that I could help take care of her. she."
He didn't tell the whole truth, it was too complicated, and he worried that his simple aunt would be nervous.
Ten months ago, Mother Jiang found him.
Told him many things.
He still remembers this elder, who was almost skinny, rubbing his hands in despair, and even wanted to kneel down with him. She has no other way, because her daughter got into trouble with someone she shouldn't because of a relationship, she has been suffering for the past few years, and even normal social interaction and making friends have become problems. She knew her physical condition, and she knew that she couldn't last too long, so she could only seek a shelter for her daughter.
Of course, she also hoped that the family would take it easy and accept that her daughter would have the possibility of getting married and living a normal life.
Frankly speaking, Zhou Mingfeng didn't want to agree at first, how absurd it is. He thought about using other methods to repay the wife and daughter of the savior his mother often talked about, such as money, such as a good medical environment, but these happened to be what Jiang's mother didn't want. Before Jiang's mother died, he frequently dreamed of his mother, and finally agreed. When he agreed, Jiang's mother was obviously lying on the bed and could not move, but she still insisted on getting out of bed to thank him.
Sure enough, my aunt believed Zhou Mingfeng's words.
Probably he will always give people a stable and reliable impression, and people will never doubt the authenticity of his words.
"So that's how it is." The aunt smiled, and patted his hand again, "Then what do you do to her?"
Zhou Mingfeng thought for a while, "Recently, I'm thinking about whether I should have a grand wedding."
This short sentence made my aunt, who has been here, understand.
If it wasn't for my heart, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't say such a thing.
"But I'm still busy, and she's also busy." Zhou Mingfeng's eyes showed regret, "I was thinking about holding a make-up wedding when I have free time, so that you and uncle can have a good time."
The aunt was startled, and said with a smile: "Your uncle will be very happy to know. He has also worried about you these years, afraid that you will be alone."
Zhou Mingfeng just smiled.
In fact, even if you are alone, you are not lonely. In the hearts of the elders, there must be someone around you to be considered not lonely. There are so many couples in this world who grow old and still feel lonely.
Of course, he has been luckier.
In this seemingly peaceful life, there are too many uncertain factors inside.
The aunt said again: "It's pretty good, but she is young, ten years younger than you, you have to tolerate her more."
"Well, don't worry, I know."
Under Zhou Mingfeng's urging, my cousin helped my aunt to rest.
The cremation will be tomorrow, and the people in the condolence hall are not as tense as before. After twelve o'clock, some people eat supper, some play mobile phones, and some play poker. This is a very normal custom in Emperor Jiang. The night watchman is bored and can only find some fun on his own.
Zhou Mingfeng didn't want to go in.
Uncle's toolbox was found in the funeral home.
Zhou Mingfeng's uncle was a well-known carpenter in the local area many years ago, and all the apprentices brought out in the past few years have also stood up.
When he was a child, Zhou Mingfeng liked to watch his uncle beat the cabinets. At that time, there were no entertainment activities, and watching it was a whole day.
The toolbox is complete with tools and wood.
This is my aunt's wish. No one in the family has inherited my uncle's craftsmanship, so the toolbox will still be left ashes, so it is better to burn it and put it in the cemetery together with the urn.
This night, Zhou Mingfeng sat in a quiet corner with the lonely moonlight above his head.
The memory of his childhood is fresh, he is not very good at it, but he has seen a lot in those years, and he still knows how to make some simple objects.
It took him nearly three hours to make a small wooden box with the tools that his uncle had used countless times.
Unknowingly. He originally wanted to do something casually to miss his uncle, but when he finished it, he couldn't help laughing.
The more you live, the more you go back.
I'll give this wooden box to her, it's just right for holding her hair ropes that are scattered around.