Grandma Han just woke up and was in low spirits. After chatting for a few words, she fell asleep again.
But this time she was just sleeping normally and was no longer in a coma.
The three of them left the room, and Han Xingxiu gently closed the door, "Song Yatou, Zhengqing, you guys have worked hard driving here from Haicheng all night. Didn't you even have time to eat dinner? I'll make you two a bowl of noodles."
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"Teacher, you talk to Xiaojing, I'll cook." Zhai Zhengqing took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen in a familiar manner.
Han Xingxiu and Grandma Han have a good relationship, and they have been together for a lifetime. If they have any regrets, it is that Grandma Han has never been in good health and cannot have children, so they have no children.
They regarded Zhai Zhengqing as a student and as their son. Zhai Zhengqing also regarded them as his teacher and mistress, but also as his other parents.
"Girl Song, come sit here." Han Xingxiu took Song Jing to the sofa and sat down, "I heard from Zhengqing that you went to the Experimental Middle School in Haicheng to study in high school? Are you still used to it?"
"It doesn't matter where I go to school." Song Jing deliberately restrained his surliness in front of elders like Han Xingxiu.
"That's right. With your learning ability, there is no problem in self-study for the college entrance examination. Which school you go to does not have much impact. Come on, come on, I wrote a new calligraphy and drew a picture. Come to the study with me.
Go and have a look.”
Han Xingxiu brought out his calligraphy and painting to discuss with Song Jing like he was presenting treasures. Zhai Zhengqing cooked three bowls of noodles with fried eggs, and also made an extra stir-fried vegetable dish.
The three of them ate noodles together. Zhai Zhengqing put away the bowls and chopsticks and looked at the time. It was already past two o'clock in the morning. "Teacher, Xiao Jing and I have to go back to Haicheng. Xiao Jing has to go to school tomorrow, and I will have a meeting early tomorrow morning."
, can’t delay.”
"It's almost midnight." Han Xingxiu frowned, "Then you drive slowly on the way back and pay attention to safety. Girl Song, I'll come to Grandpa Han's house to play during the holidays. Grandpa Han also has a lot of calligraphy and paintings that he wants to show you."
"Okay." Song Jing nodded in agreement.
Zhai Zhengqing hesitated for a moment and said: "Teacher, don't worry about those comments on the Internet. I will find someone to deal with it."
"Don't bother, there's no need to deal with it." Han Xingxiu obviously didn't pay attention to those comments on the Internet. "The so-called literati style is just a matter of opinion. There is no real standard. They are free to say whatever they like."
Zhai Zhengqing breathed a sigh of relief. It was of course the best thing for the teacher to see for himself, but he still had to deal with the news and comments on the Internet that took the opportunity to discredit the teacher.
"Teacher, let's go now. I'll see you and my wife next time."
"After Grandma Han has finished taking her medicine, I will come back to give Grandma Han a follow-up visit. Goodbye, Grandpa Han."
"Girl Song, wait a minute, I have a painting here that you painted when you were a child, and I have been looking for an opportunity to give it to you." Han Xingxiu went to the study and took out a painting tied with a ribbon, "This is what you painted when you were six years old.
Yes, I took the initiative and entered the painting under your pen name jj into the youth group calligraphy and painting competition that year. I won the first prize at that time, and there was a bonus in the envelope."
"Thank you, Grandpa Han."
"Thank you, just don't blame me for making my own decisions. I really don't want your talent in calligraphy and painting to be buried."
"No." Song Jing didn't even remember which painting he drew when he was six years old and Grandpa Han took it to submit. He took it and opened it and took a look. The expression on his face was stunned for a moment.
The young man in the painting is wearing a simple white T-shirt and sweatpants, wearing wired headphones and standing by the river. The breeze blows the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his fresh and beautiful appearance and a somewhat cold expression.
The already ridiculously beautiful boy has a more ancient charm under the ink, giving him a kind of ink-like beauty.
Song Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in his starry eyes.
Time feast.
When she was a child, she actually drew a portrait of Shi Yan, but she had no memory of it at all.
Song Jing rerolled the painting and stuffed it into his backpack, "Grandpa Han, I'll take the painting away. You can keep the bonus and buy some nutritional supplements for Grandma Han."
"Hahaha, you girl really pleases me, so I won't be polite to you."
"Goodbye, Grandpa Han."
"Girl, grandpa is waiting for you at Beijing University."
"..." Song Jing's mouth twitched, "Grandpa Han, you don't have to enroll students now. I'll tell you the truth, I have no plans to go to college."
"No, you have to come. Grandpa is still waiting to teach you. Moreover, our school will soon establish a special college. Believe me, you will be interested." Han Xingxiu was very confident, and he deliberately kept it secret and did not say clearly that it was special.
What is a college?
Song Jing sighed, facing this old man who taught her a lot and was considered her teacher, she really couldn't say no.
Forget it, it’s just a matter of spending some time studying in college.
"Okay, I will come to Beijing University. Goodbye, Grandpa Han."
Han Xingxiu was extremely happy to have received his favorite student. In addition, his wife's illness was cured, and he felt even better.
I originally didn't plan to pay attention to those comments on the Internet, but thinking about the fact that I was about to receive a student under my name, I felt that it would be better to maintain the reputation that a teacher should have.
At least he couldn't let his precious student down.
Han Xingxiu logged into his certified account and posted the latest news.
Han Xingxiu, Certified Master of Chinese Studies, No. V: [If I can’t even save my wife’s life, then I don’t want that kind of literati character you call me.]
After the post was posted, Han Xingxiu didn't care about any comments on the Internet and went straight to wash up and rest.
Song Jing and Zhai Zhengqing got in the car and rushed back to Haicheng overnight.
In the car, Zhai Zhengqing was still sighing, "Xiao Jing, I can see that the teacher really likes you and appreciates your talent in Chinese studies. I have known the teacher for decades, and this is the first time that I can't wait to see the teacher so much."
Who do you accept as your disciple?"
"Master's wife's illness is also thanks to you."
Zhai Zhengqing truly lamented in her heart that so many experts and doctors failed to find out the cause through examination and treatment, but she solved it so easily that it was hard not to admire her.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Song Jing lazily leaned back in his chair and took out his phone to check the messages.
[Boss, you really don’t know this Hongdian unless you check it. You’ll be shocked if you check it. There are masters of Chinese studies and university professors. The things they do simply exceed the limits of human beings.]
[I have sent you all the evidence I found, please take a look.]
Song Jing casually flipped through the evidence he received, then packaged it and forwarded it to another person.
The message came back very quickly, [Mr. Song, do you know Principal Han?] The other party is a media person himself, and he obviously pays close attention to any new news happening on the Internet in real time.