Song Song had a good night's sleep, woke up early the next day, and went out to find food.

As soon as he left the house, the burly man who sent him over yesterday came over again and said that Brother Xiang asked him to come and have breakfast together.

Song Song did not refuse and followed the burly man out.

Although Xiang Qiu lived abroad for more than ten years, he obviously did not live a good life during that period, and his taste was not westernized. He drank porridge and fried dough sticks in the morning, which was very down-to-earth.

Song Song didn't dislike him, and sat down and started eating like he was back at his own house, which made Xiang Qiu look at him a few more times.

After both of them finished eating, Xiang Qiu asked, "How many days will you have to stay in the provincial capital?"

"It's only these two days." Song Song said, "I still have a lot of trouble at home, so I have to go back and help."

"I heard that your family has a source of fruits." Xiang Qiu said, "You go back and discuss with your family. Don't sell them everywhere in the future. If you get the fruit, you can bring them to us. Don't look at my small scale, and I consume a lot of fruit plates every day."

After hearing this, Song Song immediately knew that in just one night, Xiang Qiu had already figured out his details.

There are snakes, snakes, rats, and rats. Xiang Qiu and others have their own set of rules for doing things. Song Song didn't care, so he responded readily: "My mother and others are doing the fruit business, so I'll ask their opinions."

"The person you mentioned is his father-in-law," said Xiang Qiu, "It's hard for us to start directly, so we have to go around and we may have to wait for a while before we can see the results. Are you not in a hurry?"

"No hurry." Song Song smiled slightly.

He wanted to get the other party to prison immediately, but Xiang Qiu was the fastest shortcut he could find.

It is rare to live a lifetime again. Song Song would not compensate him for such a scumbag. He could take his time and he was not in a hurry.

Xiang Qiu liked Song Song's calmness and calmness, so he said a few more words: "There are too many such people, and you will have a second one if you keep one. Most of those places are of this kind of virtue. It is difficult for your friends to make it happen, just play with it, don't hold too much hope."

Hong Fei plays football, and he has been playing since he was a child. Unfortunately, the more he plays, the harder he can walk. In the past two years, he has fewer opportunities to play and can only be used as a sparring player.

Children play football for happiness and win. When they grow up, they can’t be so simple.

Unfortunately, they were still young at that time, and the world in their eyes was either black or white, so they could not get used to the world that belonged to adults in advance, and they could not learn the rules of adult society in advance. They felt pain and anger, and struggled so hard that they were covered in bruises and blood.

"I know." Song Song's eyes were still smiling, "My friend has never been determined since he was a child. It is rare that he can like something for so many years. I hope he can have fun."

Xiang Qiu didn't say anything more, and threw a bunch of keys to Song Song, asking him to ride his own bike wherever he wanted.

Of course, it's riding a bicycle.

There are many young people whistling by the small towns, but the provincial capital is different. Motorcycles in the provincial capital also require a driver's license. If you don't drive them before you are an adult, you will be stopped and you will tow your car away.

Song Song hasn't touched a bicycle for many years, and it feels quite fresh. After not having sex, he tried it.

Although he is unfamiliar, he can go on the road.

Song Song rode his bicycle to walk around the provincial capital, and stopped from time to time to observe the unique decoration and marketing techniques of the shops along the street.

He walked around and went to the provincial library for a day.

Maybe Song Song has a lot of reading and has been writing at his desk all day long. The old man who is guarding the journal reading room can't help but look at him frequently.

Except for going out for dinner, Song Song spent the rest of his time reading journals and newspapers.

When it was time to close, Song Song packed up his things and prepared to leave.

As usual, he wanted to say goodbye to the old man, but the old man who was getting up to sort out the books fell to the ground without warning.

Song Song's heart thumped, thinking about the situation on the day his grandfather fell ill. His hands and feet were cold, and he rushed forward to check the old man's situation.

When he found out that the old man had a sudden sign of a heart attack, Song Song didn't care so much and immediately started cardiopulmonary resuscitation for the old man.

At this time, other employees noticed that the lights were not turned off in the journal reading room. They came over to see the situation. Seeing Song Song giving the old man a first aid, they hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

"Fight 120!" Song Song was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to stop, so he just gasped and shouted.

He didn't know if his first aid was effective, so he had to get a professional doctor to come as soon as possible.

Everything seemed to be back to that day. He heard that his grandfather had a sudden heart attack. After rushing back, he only saw the cold corpse. His sister cried beside him and scolded him hoarsely: "You might as well not come back!"

Others were busy, some went to call, and some went to inform the old man's family.

Song Song learned his first aid skills well. Before the ambulance and the old man's family arrived, the old man woke up under Song Song's press.

Seeing that Song Song was sweating, his eyes were full of anxiety and sadness, and he no longer had the calm and focused appearance during the day, he comforted Song Song: "Child, don't worry, I'm fine," he said to Song Song with difficulty, "I have medicine in my pocket, you can get it for me, and it's fine after taking the medicine."

Seeing that the old man was breathing smoothly, Song Song finally put his heart back to his original place, so he hurriedly took medicine for him as the old man's instructions.

At this time, the ambulance also rushed over. The doctor hurried in. After checking the old man's condition, he breathed a sigh of relief. He also praised Song Song: "The first aid is done well, and I have grasped the 'golden minute'."

If you encounter cardiac arrest, if you can undergo cardiopulmonary resuscitation within one minute, the success rate will be as high as 90%. This is what the doctor calls "a golden minute".

On the other hand, if it takes more than ten minutes, the possibility of a person being rescued is very small.

Therefore, if you have an elderly person at home and a history of heart disease, it is best to learn basic first aid methods. After all, this golden minute is often only the closest relatives and friends.

Song Song forced a smile and stepped aside to let the doctor send the old man to the ambulance.

At this time, the old man's family also rushed over. They lived nearby. Judging from their clothes, the family background was obviously very good.

The few people who came first went to care about the old man's situation. When they found out that it was Song Song's first aid, the middle-aged man in charge turned around and thanked Song Song.

Song Song's emotions have calmed down, but he is inevitably a little depressed.

He said hoarsely, "No need to thank you, it should be. I have a grandpa, too."

"No matter what you say, I have to thank you." The middle-aged man sincerely said thank you, worried about his father's situation, and gave Song Song a business card, saying that he would come to the door to thank you in a hurry, and then hurriedly followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Song Song glanced at the business card that was stuffed into his hand by the other party, and his brows moved.

Talk about the country.

The units that can enter the provincial library are both leisurely and decent, and are indeed not ordinary people. He knows this name, and who is not the youngest principal in the history of the city No. 1 Middle School?

Song Song remembers that since the college entrance examination in 1997, City No. 1 Middle School, led by Principal Tan, successfully surpassed City No. 2 Middle School, and was far ahead in terms of admission rate and principal rate.

In a few years, the young Principal Tan was invited to edit a set of college entrance examination tutoring books and was promoted to the most hated person (one of the people) of high school students in the country.

Song Song didn't originally intend to use this matter to make connections. After recognizing his name, he put away his business card seriously.

He still had to repeat the exam, and turned around and tricked Principal Tan's college entrance examination tutoring books in advance, and earnestly cling to the Buddha!

Today he also went to the teaching aid area to take a look and found that the teaching aid materials are of varying quality these days, and the various exercise books in later generations were not visible at all. He didn't know where to start with the tactics of the sea of ​​questions.

The students in the city are better, but at least they can still spend money to buy questions. Many township schools still rely on hand-copying or self-printing. It is a high-tech technology to use a projector to put questions on.

In this case, it is really difficult to score points at a sudden speed!

Song Song left the provincial library that was officially closed and rode his bike to find the hotel that Xiang Qiu ordered for him.

Only when the cool night breeze blows in front of him can his heart be truly calm.

Song Song found a place to make a public phone call at the entrance of the hotel and dialed the landlord's phone number.

"It's Song Song." The landlord always likes Song Song, the good boy. He smiled when he heard Song Song's voice, "Are you looking for your mother? I'll call your mother over. By the way, I saw you on TV today. You must have done a good job in the exam room you were the first to be in, right?"

Song Song was silent.

He remembered that at that time he didn't want to face the fact that he forgot all his knowledge points. He didn't even find anyone to answer the first subject. When he arrived at the point where he could hand in the paper, he handed it straight away from the examination room.

At that time, a reporter from a TV station came to interview. Song Song often showed his face on the financial channel and financial magazine in his previous life. He didn't care about this at all, and he responded very calmly.

What did he say at that time? He began to talk nonsense to the camera with the attitude of losing but not losing.

"It's okay, I don't feel it's very difficult."

"Why is there not enough time? I also checked it three times."

"The composition is quite simple. I have several ideas. I didn't know which one is better just now."

It was not until lunch that Song Song realized that this year's Chinese language was difficult to hell. After the exam, the whole exam room was full of grief, and many people's mentality collapsed.

He was so bragging!

Fortunately, the Internet was not yet developed in 1997, and the news from local stations was broadcasted as soon as they were broadcast. Usually no one would take it out and whip the corpse, and only acquaintances would talk to each other after seeing it.

What a blessing in disgrace!

Faced with the enthusiastic inquiry from the landlord, Song Song could only say vaguely: "Anyway, I have filled in everything I can do."

The landlord aunt helped Song Song call Song's mother over. Song Song reported his safety to his family and talked about going back tomorrow.

Song Ma immediately said: "I happened to wholesale a batch of fresh fruits and want to sell them to the provincial capital. You will have fun tomorrow and I will pick you up in the evening."

Song Song and Song Ma agreed to see you at the provincial library at 6 pm tomorrow.

Although Song Ma dropped out of school after only being in the fifth grade, she had a deep obsession with studying, otherwise she would not have made up her mind to do business with her husband to support her two children in high school.

There are not too many people in the village who drop out after elementary school. High school can already be considered a high-education.

But Song's mother doesn't want to compare with them. Song's mother hopes that her two children can go out completely and will be more promising with the children in the city in the future.

Song Ma was very happy to hear Song Song say she was waiting in the provincial library.

The library in their county is useless. Not only does it contain any books, but the management is still very chaotic. It is seven days a week and six days in seclusion. It is not sure which day it will open, so it can't borrow books at all.

Song Ma said, "Okay, we'll wait there! I heard that I can borrow a lot of books every month when I get a library card in the provincial library. I'll get one for you and your sister tomorrow, and I'll take you to borrow books every month from now on."

After saying that, Song Ma realized that Song Song had already taken the college entrance examination, and she sighed again: "When you go to college, there will be a library in the school, and you can read whatever you want."

Song Song knew what Song Ma expected of them, and was silent for a while before saying, "I will get into a good university."

Song Song hung up the phone, took out Tan Xingguo's business card from his pocket and took it away, and took it back.
To be continued...