We took the Air China flight back to Puhai at seven o'clock in the evening and arrived at noon on the 8th. The air tickets back to Quhang had also been booked, and Yang Jingxing and Tan Dong were together. After arriving in Quhang, Yang Jingxing refused Tan Dong's invitation and went directly to Quhang.

By bus, it will take more than an hour.

Jiuchun is a relatively poor small county with an urban population of over 100,000. There are no large industrial enterprises, and the so-called new industries are just starting out, and the economy is not developed. But the scenery here is good, and the Yingshan Natural Scenic Area is in

The surrounding provinces and cities are well-known, the water in Qingshui River is relatively clean, and Qingying Reservoir is a paradise.

Yang Jingxing had already received several phone calls from his father on the way, telling him to wait for him at the station. His father's name was Yang Chengyi. He used to be a national civil servant, and he was the type with a good future, but he later changed his career.

Yang Chengyi has always claimed that he did not want to be a corrupt official before going into business. Fortunately, he became a small upstart and did not let his elderly, children and wife suffer.

Yang Chengyi, who was waiting at the entrance of the station, watched the bus enter the station and walked in for a few steps. Then he waited for his son to get off the bus and shouted: "Hurry, how many times has your mother urged you!" He still had the majesty of his father.

Yang Jingxing dragged his suitcase and bag and ran over quickly, looking at his father from close range, hehehe.

Yang Chengyi was obviously bribed by his son's smile. He helped carry the suitcase, handed the car keys to his son, and told him: "Drive slowly."

Although the county town has been changing, the black sports Audi A4 parked here is still as conspicuous as it was two years ago. Yang Jingxing sat in the driver's seat more happily than before, enjoying himself.

Jiuchun County is about ten or twenty square kilometers. The station is at the northernmost part of the county, and Yang Jingxing's home is at the east end of the south. At Yang Jingxing's current driving speed, where he won't get scolded, it will take him twenty minutes to get back.

Yang Chengyi called his wife to inform his wife that he had received his son: "...he didn't get a tan, and the European sun is not very bright...he is driving. Let you tell him enough when he gets back!" After hanging up the phone, he started to check his son's backpack.

He asked hopefully: "What did you bring for your mother?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You also have this."

Yang Chengyi was very angry: "I can't afford a pen!?"

Yang Chengyi took his son's camera again and asked, "Let me take a look?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You bought it with your money, look at it as you like."

Yang Chengyi has become accustomed to the disrespect in his son's tone. He looked through the photos while showing his knowledge: "This is the Eiffel Tower, this is a church... How many days have you spent in Rome? No photos of your classmates?"

Yang Jingxing said no, so Yang Chengyi taught his son to have a good relationship with his classmates, and then he was surprised: "You even met a foreign girl! Which country?" He saw a photo of Yang Jingxing and Ruoka.

"I'm from Italy, just taking a photo together." Yang Jingxing acted more patiently than before.

Yang Chengyi is more concerned about: "Then how much money do you have left after you have been so cool?"

"No more." Yang Jingxing said confidently.

Yang Chengyi was furious again: "I paid 60,000 yuan, and you still got 20,000 yuan, and it's all gone!?"

"No more." Although he has undergone tremendous changes, he is still a pauper, and he still has to keep his private money.

"You are richer than me! You will know when you make money on your own..." Yang Chengyi did not give his newly returned son a lesson, but continued to look through the photos to see how his money was wasted.

As Yang Jingxing drove, he looked left and right at the people building construction on the street. Yang Chengyi introduced him: "Huaxin Plaza has been repaired, and an Adidas store has been opened. That row of facades has been renovated, and I still owe me 180,000 yuan for the project. Your uncle's mobile phone

That's where the store is, the fourth one. There was a car accident there a few days ago, so you drive... stop, Director Tian of the Audit Bureau." Yang Chengyi said while giving directions to his son.

Yang Jingxing pulled over and Yang Chengyi got out of the car and said hello: "Director Tian, ​​take it easy!"

"We just had dinner and took a walk. Are there people in the car?" Director Tian, ​​who had a beer belly, glanced at the car.

Yang Chengyi laughed: "I behave myself." He turned around and was about to ask his son to get off the car, but found that Yang Jingxing had already walked around the front of the car.

"Hello, Uncle Tian." Yang Chengyi was a little surprised by Yang Jingxing's well-behaved attitude.

Director Tian chuckled: "It's a holiday? Are the girls in Puhai pretty?"

Yang Jingxing shyly said, "I'll pay more attention next semester."

Director Tian chuckled again: "You can give your father a daughter-in-law from Puhai so that he can be worthy of such a big business."

Yang Chengyi modestly said: "Director Tian is joking, I can't support this one, so I still need to bring another one." At this time, the cell phone rang again, and he answered it quickly to avoid the ringtone of "Husband, Husband, I love you" ringing for too long.

"I'll be there soon... I met Director Tian on the way and said hello." Yang Chengyi's impatience was very deliberate. After hanging up the phone, he said goodbye to Director Tian.

After passing Jianshe Road, proceed along the Qingshui River Avenue for 400 meters and then turn right. Yang Jingxing finally saw his home, and he could also see his mother leaning half out of the balcony on the second floor, looking over here.

Yang Jingxing accelerated, and his father didn't curse. As soon as the car arrived downstairs, he heard his mother's voice: "The car is parked outside. Tell your dad to stop and come up quickly. My eggs haven't even been steamed yet."

The proprietress who rented a small supermarket on the first floor came out to say hello quickly: "Xiao Yang is back? Is it fun to go abroad? Your mother has been talking about it for a long time... Come and get some ice cream."

"Aunt Zhang, your business is good... Don't take it, I'm going to eat soon." Yang Jingxing's politeness beyond the past made Yang Chengyi happy. He spent the money to send his son to an aristocratic school, and it was not in vain.

Mother came to the entrance of the corridor and twisted Yang Jingxing's ears, as gently as before: "Let me see, don't move! You still know how to come back! Why are you laughing?"

Yang Jingxing's mother is Xiao Shuxia, who works as an accountant at Jiuchun Tobacco Company. Her husband is capable and quite honest, and her son is good-looking and well-educated. She herself, who was a beauty when she was young, pays attention to self-care, so she looks better than three.

The actual age of nineteen is much younger. But to Yang Jingxing, his mother is already considered kind.

After Xiao Shuxia finished watching her son, she urged him to take a shower, and then the couple whispered. Xiao Shuxia asked, "Have you called anyone when you get here? They like to send text messages."

Yang Chengyi said that he didn't find any clues in his son's camera. As for the foreign girl, there was no need to worry at all. Thinking about their son's final grade, which was not bad this time, they both became happy.

Yang Chengyi also described: "...I got off the car before I called him, Uncle Tian..."

Yang Jingxing's room was on the fourth floor. It was the same as before, but he still walked around and took a closer look before going to take a shower. This five-story building that Yang Chengyi built four years ago covers an area of ​​more than 150 square meters.

It is rented out. The second floor is the living room and dining room, and the third floor is the parents' living room. The entire fourth floor is Yang Jingxing's world. Except for the lack of a kitchen, the other facilities and equipment are enough for a family.

After taking a bath and going downstairs, Yang Jingxing found his mother looking at the photos on the camera, and his father working on the phone in the kitchen. Xiao Shuxia always found something wrong with her son: "They are all landscape photos, why don't I take more...

…Tomorrow you go online and send the picture with the foreign girl to me.”

When Yang Chengyi brought the dishes to the restaurant, he said: "He still has time to surf the Internet tomorrow!"

Yang Jingxing knew that his photos would be viewed by the entire tobacco company, but he still agreed.

Her son's appetite really made her mother proud. Xiao Shuxia just watched Yang Jingxing eat, and took the time to ask questions, talk about plans, and plan.

The focus is of course on the upcoming senior year of high school, and then the college entrance examination. Judging from the teacher's comments and transcripts, Yang Jingxing is basically fine in the first semester, but of course his parents hope that he will get as high as possible. And in his parents' plan

, the only schools Yang Jingxing could choose were those in Puhai, or simply Quhang, because they were close to home.

Xiao Shuxia originally planned to enroll her son in a hip-hop dance class this summer to keep up with fashion, or follow her to learn Kun Opera and inherit culture, but Yang Jingxing refused to comply, and Yang Chengyi also supported her son.

"If you want to play, just have fun for a few days. When school starts, give me a cane in the butt!" Yang Chengyi counted ten 100 cards and threw them to Yang Jingxing. After looking at his son's flattering expression, he added ten more cards and taught him a lesson: "Just ask Zhang.

How many meals can Yang and the others eat, and how much can they use!?"

Xiao Shuxia gave her son an idea: "Go to see grandma, and grandma will pay for it." Yang Jingxing's grandparents lived with his uncle Yang Chengguang. The two Yang brothers had a good relationship, and Yang Chengguang was satisfied with the alimony provided by his brother.

After finishing the meal, Yang Jingxing actually helped clean up the dishes. Xiao Shuxia was also bribed and gave another thousand to his son, but he still taught him a lesson: "Be economical, it's not easy to make money!"

Yang Jingxing burst into laughter.

Xiao Shuxia Yele: "Money is a good thing, right?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I will work hard to make money in the future."

After watching TV with his mother until ten o'clock, Yang Jingxing went upstairs to turn on the computer after being urged to take a rest. There were three identical messages on the Internet, from Zhang Yang, Lu Lin and Xu Weiliu: Come home soon, I miss you so much.

The three messages were sent at the same time three days ago at one o'clock in the afternoon. They were obviously in cahoots with each other. Xiao Tiantian was a very unattractive girl in the same class in junior high school, and she is still in the same class as Zhang Yang and others in Jiuchun No. 1 Middle School.

There is also a related message, sent by Du Ling: Xiao Tiantian misses you, I miss you so much.

From elementary school to junior high school, the girl who was closest to Yang Jingxing and the other four was Du Ling.

In addition to good friends’ jokes, there is also bad news. Liu Miao left a few messages: Xue Xue sprained her ankle. We went to the hospital together. The swelling was so high that we cried profusely. The doctor said it would take a month to get better. It was miserable.

.We called you but couldn’t get through. Xuexue cried again, wow wow wow...

Of course, there is also Xia Xue's: I'm fine, Miao Miao said randomly. She is staying with me at my house.

The news came a week ago, so Yang Jingxing called Xia Xue first: "Are you asleep?"

"Hmm... um, ah! Are you back?" Xia Xue was confused for a few seconds before she woke up.

"I just arrived in the evening. How are your feet?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore... Did you see the message? Liu Miao scrawled it." Xia Xue still remembered it.

"Well, I convinced myself that you didn't cry."

Xia Xue chuckled and said nothing.

Yang Jingxing then said, "Go to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Um."

Later, Yang Jingxing called Lu Lin while reading the emails and photos Ruoka sent him, and made an appointment for a gathering at noon tomorrow. Lu Lin first ventilated Yang Jingxing, saying that there was a girl in the first year of high school pursuing Xu Wei, and everyone should work together tomorrow

Let's make some fun together.

Ruoka used her mouse to draw a large Chinese name of Yang Jingxing at the beginning of the email. Even though she used her art skills, the words were still extremely ugly.

The content of Ruoka's letter is very short: When I was sorting out the photos, I realized that I actually don't know you at all, but I will still miss you and wish you well.

What's interesting is that Ruoka commented on each photo, some short words of ridicule or praise that made Yang Jingxing laugh. Yang Jingxing replied with a brief thank you and best wishes, and gave two photos of his hometown in return.

It was only past eleven o'clock, and he couldn't sleep. Even if he slept, he would wake up early in the morning. Yang Jingxing sent the photos to his mother, completed the two thousand words of travel notes that the Chinese teacher asked him to write, and then sat in front of the computer and fell asleep.

After staying there for an hour, I stood up and wandered around again. After wandering around for half an hour, I rummaged through the guitar from the utility room.

This guitar was bought by Yang Jingxing in a fit of enthusiasm when he was just in junior high school. It cost several hundred yuan and was of poor quality. At that time, he devoured two self-study textbooks for two months and gave up before he even got started because it was too boring and difficult.

After tightening the strings, Yang Jingxing hugged the piano and recalled how to pluck the strings and press the frets. In his memory, climbing the grid was really a difficult and difficult task. If he couldn't press the strings correctly with his left hand, he would often hit either the wrong fret or the wrong string.

The same goes for the right hand, where the strength and amplitude are difficult to control. And the coordination of the left and right hands is even more difficult. I often don’t know which finger of which hand to use.

At that time, the math teacher said that everything in the world is just a combination. Yang Jingxing agreed, but he was still tormented by the excessive combinations of guitar playing.

With expectations, Yang Jingxing was not disappointed. After playing with it for half an hour, he found that the strength and accuracy of his fingers and wrists were much better than before.

However, genius cannot come from nothing. Yang Jingxing searched for a long time and finally found the original guitar textbook from the messy pile of broken books under the bookcase.

After spending an hour reviewing and learning the basics, Yang Jingxing will no longer be stumped by the coordination of pressing and picking strings. It feels like the coordination of his hands is innate. As long as the brain gives instructions to them what to do, they will cooperate closely.

Infinite.

After another hour, Yang Jingxing was able to play Two Tigers. At least everyone could tell that he was playing Two Tigers, although the rhythm was still very bad.

Because he went to bed very early, Yang Jingxing didn't wake up until seven o'clock. The first thing he did when he got up was to pick up the guitar and play "Cinderella" again. Yes, the feeling before going to bed was still there. This song was when Yang Jingxing was about to give up the guitar but didn't want to.

I was willing to choose the object of my hard work without learning a song. Of course it ended in failure at the time, but now I finally gave in to my wish.

After breakfast, Yang Jingxing went out with his mother at her request. Xiao Shuxia obviously wanted to show off her son and walked to work, saying hello to acquaintances many times on the way.

Yang Jingxing performed very well, but Xiao Shuxia became dissatisfied and said: "Zhou Longlong and his mother go out on the street holding their mother's arms." Zhou Longlong is the son of Xiao Shuxia's colleague, two years younger than Yang Jingxing and shorter.

He is more than 20 centimeters tall and speaks in a high-pitched voice.

This really made things difficult for Yang Xing. He said, "You want me to be like him?"

Xiao Shuxia was angry: "If you don't want to, forget it. I raised you in vain."

After walking a kilometer with his mother, Yang Jingxing was about to turn around and go to Minzu Road.

Xiao Shuxia was surprised: "What are you doing over there?"

Yang Jingxing said honestly: "Xia Xue sprained her ankle. I'll go take a look."

Xiao Shuxia was unhappy: "What are you going to do as soon as you come back? Don't play with them every day."

Yang Jingxing ran away and pretended not to hear.

Xia Xue's home is still in the courtyard of the old tax bureau, on the fourth floor of the second unit in the second building, and she has lived there for more than ten years. Yang Jingxing has lived on the third floor of the third unit from birth to ten years old.

Seeing that there was no one in front or behind him, Yang Jingxing walked up eight steps at a time, which was much faster than the elevator. After ringing the bell, he heard Xia Xue shouting from inside the room: "Here we come, wait a minute."

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door opened. Xia Xue Jinji stood alone, frowning and looking at Yang Jingxing with a smile for a few seconds: "I'm so unlucky."

Yang Jingxing glared: "Who else do you expect?"

Xia Xue smiled brightly and said, "Stop changing your shoes. Have you had breakfast?"

"And you?"

"Wait for Miaomiao to be brought to me."

After Yang Jingxing entered the house, Xia Xue jumped on one leg and went to the coffee table to get the remote control to turn on the air conditioner, and then asked: "There is watermelon, do you want to eat it?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Stop jumping, it makes my heart beat."

So Xia Xue sat down, straightened her long skirt, put her right leg wrapped in gauze around the ankle on the stool in front of her, and said, "It was sprained when I played ball with Miaomiao."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Now one plus one equals zero."

Xia Xue chuckled, turned on the TV, pushed the remote control in front of Yang Jingxing, and asked, "Is Europe fun?"

About a quarter of an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Xia Xue said it must be Liu Miao. Yang Jingxing went to open the door, and Liu Miao was holding a bowl of rice noodles in his left hand and two scallion pancakes hanging in his right hand. Liu Miao suddenly stopped the difficult movement of rubbing his arms.

After staring at Yang Jingxing for a while, he scolded: "Don't call me! Have you eaten?"

Yang Jingxing helped take over: "After eating, you have a good appetite."

Liu Miao entered the room and asked Xia Xue: "How long has he been here?" Her voice was a bit nasal and her voice was low, but she sang very nicely.

"Just arrived." Xia Xue almost didn't speak loudly. She was a very quiet girl. Even her delicate and crisp voice gave people the feeling of being quiet.

Liu Miao asked Yang Jingxing again: "When did you arrive?"

"I left you a message last night."

"No text messages!? I came here as soon as I got up!" Liu Miao angrily went into the kitchen, took three boxes of milk and a bowl, and shared a bowl of rice noodles with Xia Xue.

Xia Xue handed the pancake to Yang Jingxing: "You can eat one."
Chapter completed!