Yang Lina poured warm water for the two of them, and then went to the kitchen to get tofu.
Although tofu is good, you can't eat it every day. I wonder why Feng Zhijun always needs so much tofu?
While cutting the tofu, I kept looking at the kitchen door.
When Yang Lina went to the kitchen, Li Jingxuan took a deep breath, then patted her chest, and looked at Feng Zhijun who was staring at her with a silly smile on her face.
This little girl is actually afraid of her sister-in-law. It's hard to imagine that the Qiao Po in front of her used to be like what Li Jingxuan said.
Li Jingxuan was extremely excited when she got her transcript. As soon as she walked out of the post office, she eagerly wanted to open the envelope to see her grades. However, when she grabbed the envelope with her fingers, her hands trembled involuntarily and she could not tear open the envelope in her hand.
what to do?
To dismantle or not to dismantle?
After opening it, her life will soon face the biggest choice in her life.
If her grades are good, she must be happy, even excited.
However, if her grades are unsatisfactory or low, then where will her life go?
First of all, it is impossible for her to get married like Yang Lina. Maybe she will go to work or run away from home.
As she thought about it, she instantly lost her confidence. She felt helpless and fearful about the future. Her heart was in a state of ice and fire, and she was suffering extremely.
Just when I was about to cry loudly, I happened to bump into Feng Zhijun.
A few minutes ago, Feng Zhijun received the newspaper from the post office. He saw Li Jingxuan who looked lost and lost. After observing for a while, he made a rough guess. Then he pretended to have met Li Jingxuan by chance and appeared in front of Li Jingxuan on purpose.
"Jingxuan, are you here to get your transcript?"
Feng Zhijun was dressed neatly in a Chinese tunic suit, with a hat on his head on a hot day. He looked elegant and elegant.
"Teacher Feng, why are you here?"
For Feng Zhijun, Li Jingxuan was grateful from the bottom of his heart. During her three years of high school career, Feng Zhijun took special care of her and usually guided her in her homework. When they met each other, Li Jingxuan's heart jumped with excitement, but thinking about herself
With the transcript in his hand, Li Jingxuan was like a deflated rubber ball, pulling his shoulders. The news on his face disappeared instantly, and he lowered his head with a hint of helplessness.
"Classmate Jingxuan, the teacher came to get the newspaper and happened to see you walking out listlessly. What, was someone bullying you or did you fail in the exam?"
Feng Zhijun has been a teacher for several years and can guess what his students are thinking from their movements and expressions.
Her eyes fell on the envelope in Li Jingxuan's hand. The envelope was intact. It wasn't that Li Jingxuan didn't do well in the exam, but that she lacked the courage to open the envelope.
These days, it is very rare for rural girls to be supported by their families until the third year of high school. Li Jingxuan happened to be lucky enough to meet a family that allowed her to go to school without any worries, so she is usually more confident than other rural children.
, why did you lose your courage today?
Li Jingxuan's eyes suddenly turned red, she bit her lip tightly, and the envelope in her hand was wrinkled. She hesitated for a while and said, "Teacher Feng, I...I don't dare to read it."
Destiny was now in her hands, but she couldn't muster the courage to face it.
"Girl, what are you afraid of seeing? You usually rank among the top three in your class, have excellent academic performance, and are careful and confident in answering questions. Why are you still stumped by the small report card today?
Do you know that the teacher likes your usual confident look? Open it quickly and take a look. You will definitely pass the exam. After seeing the results, you are thinking about which school to apply for. Don't be sad, Teacher Feng is here."
Feng Zhijun raised his hand and pinched Li Jingxuan's face, pretending to be familiar, and laughed heartily.
How can Teacher Feng touch my face?
Li Jingxuan's face suddenly turned red, and he glanced at Feng Zhijun with a pair of wet eyes in astonishment. He looked around in panic to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and then he raised his hand and touched the hand he had just been covered with.
pinched cheeks.
"Hurry up and take a look. If you don't get good grades, just repeat it for another year and then take the exam next year."
Feng Zhijun's words made sense. If you don't get good grades, you can repeat the study for another year. Thinking of her efforts over the years, Li Jingxuan gritted her teeth and tore open the envelope with a loud noise.
"Teacher Feng, why don't you help me look at it? I...I'm afraid I can't accept it myself."
My heart jumped into my throat, and time seemed to pass very slowly.
Feng Zhijun laughed out loud at Li Jingxuan's innocent look. He took the envelope, pretended to be mysterious and pulled out the paper, staring intently at the transcript in his hand.
When Feng Zhijun saw 484 points written on the score sheet, he was shocked and in disbelief.
In the past, the admission score for liberal arts was a little over 300, but Li Jingxuan's score was considered excellent.
Li Jingxuan didn't know how bad her grades would be, but when she saw Feng Zhijun's expression, she felt nervous and couldn't help but want to cry.
"Feng...Teacher Feng, how are you doing?"
I was too nervous, holding the corners of my clothes tightly with both hands, waiting for Teacher Feng to tell me my results.
"Classmate Jingxuan, you are really a good student of the teacher. With a score of 484, I say you will definitely pass the exam."
Feng Zhijun's hands were trembling, and he was happy for Li Jingxuan from the bottom of his heart.
484 points?
Li Jingxuan murmured doubtfully, and the next second he jumped up excitedly. He covered his mouth with his hands and suddenly squatted at the door of the post office and cried bitterly.
If you think about it carefully, from elementary school to junior high school, and from junior high school to high school, only she knows the suffering she has suffered in these years.
When I was in junior high school, there was no electricity in the village. I would carry my schoolbag to the town every morning before dawn, come back in the dark in the afternoon, and read my homework by lighting a kerosene lamp at night. This kind of life finally got through.
She succeeded.
Li Jingxuan thought to herself, the saying that a noble son comes from a poor family must be her kind.
Li Jingxuan's cries attracted the attention of passers-by on the street. The two people staring at the entrance of the post office, their strange eyes made Feng Zhijun feel uncomfortable, and he quickly pulled Li Jingxuan, who was crying, to run away.
Not far away, a scorching gaze stared at the two running figures. After a long time, he looked back and looked at the admission notice in his hand, which read 486 points.
When he met Li Jingxuan, Feng Zhijun remembered that he had ordered tofu yesterday. He was originally going to Yang Lina. Who knew he would meet Li Jingxuan.
Li Jingxuan on the side is wearing a fashionable dress. The fair skin on her neck makes Feng Zhijun think about it. Her black and shiny hair is draped on her shoulders and exudes a faint fragrance. The wife who is feeding the baby on the kang in her home is covered with milk due to confinement.
The sour smell, the messy hair, the fat body, and the swollen cheeks made him lose interest for a moment.
Li Jingxuan's figure is curvy and graceful. She doesn't have the poor and sour look before, and she looks much more pleasing to the eye now than before.
"Classmate Jingxuan, do you want to say anything to me?" Feng Zhijun pushed his bicycle and saw Li Jingxuan, who was holding his report card and smiling stupidly.
"Thank you, Teacher Feng, for your hard work."
Li Jingxuan stood up straight and bowed deeply towards Feng Zhijun from the bottom of his heart.