Qiao Jinling wished she could rush out and seek justice for her childhood self.
It is said that money flows to those who are not short of money, love flows to those who are not short of love, and suffering also flows to those who can endure hardship. In the previous life, even if Qiao Jinling lowered his head and pinned his tail, he did not dare to offend anyone and did not want to cause trouble, but there was someone
I came specifically to pinch her soft persimmon.
Ge Ruiwei was the most unscrupulous among them. He didn't dare to be too unscrupulous at first, secretly throwing her textbooks and throwing pencils. Later, it seemed that Qiao Jinling did not dare to resist, and he became more and more unscrupulous, calling her all kinds of insulting nicknames, and hurling at her
He swung the pen across her face, causing Qiao Jinling to be covered in ink. When she wasn't paying attention, he pulled off her rubber band and looked at her disheveled hair before shouting: "The ghost Jinling is here!!"
There are countless such things.
Qiao Jinling didn't dare to trouble her mother with these things, so she had to endure it silently until she grew up and learned to lick her wounds. But these insults made her hate men. She was afraid of men who showed kindness to her and ran as far as she could.
How far.
"Go away, remember to bring 5 cents over tomorrow, otherwise I won't let you go so easily."
After that, Grewe came out of the bushes. Qiao Jinling quickly retracted her head to prevent Grewe from discovering herself.
If you want to teach him a lesson, you have to think again. After all, dog feces stuck on the feet will not kill you and make you disgusting.
At noon, some classmates who were close to home walked home for dinner. Sun Huifang came to pick up Qiao Jinling and take her home for dinner. Qiao Jinling actually wanted to take some time to visit the food stall at the school gate, but her mother wouldn't let her.
After dinner, Sun Huifang took Qiao Jinling back to school by bicycle. After all, she was only in the first grade, so she was still a little worried about walking back and forth by herself.
Qiao Jinling finally stayed up until school was over, and this time her father came to pick her up. Qiao Qiangqian was generous and bought snacks and toys at the door. When Qiao Jinling actually ate it, she felt that it was either too sweet or too sour, and it was not as delicious as she had imagined.
, there may be a childhood filter.
"You want to finish, right?! Ah! Are you my ancestor or my uncle? With such a naughty thing like you, what hope do I have, what hope do I have? Damn it, I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes, but you are the only one
Damn it, this idiot was called in by the teacher to scold you on the first day of school. Can you please give me some peace of mind! Damn it! Watch how I whip you with a strap when I get back!"
A man cursed and grabbed Grewe by the collar, dragging him out of the school.
Qiao Jinling felt that this man looked familiar and thought about it carefully. Isn't this the son of Mrs. Ge? It turns out that Ge Ruiwei is his son!
Grewe lost his air of dignity on the playground and looked like a frustrated native dog, dragging and kicking up a cloud of yellow sand and dust wherever it passed.
He didn't speak, pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed with hatred. Whenever anyone looked at him on the street, he would glare back viciously.
"Lingling, stay away from this kid in school. We won't mess with the arrogant ones, and we won't bully the cowardly ones. Just study hard in school and stay away from these little hooligans."
Qiao went forward and carried her daughter onto the motorcycle fuel tank. There she met Su Jinhua, who was coming to pick up Ji Cheng from school. This fat aunt was particularly kind to Qiao Jinling because Qiao Jinling saved Ji Cheng, and the old lady will remember her forever.
kindness.
"Hello grandma."
Qiao Jinling smiled and greeted Su Jinhua. If it hadn't been for her help, her father's group purchase would not have gone so smoothly. Now Su Jinhua is not in good health during the Chinese New Year. Moreover, his son Ji Jiji has taken over the leather shoe factory and the business is booming, so he will not take these things.
It's over.
Qiao Qianqian took over and did it himself. He happened to enter the city and had a small shop, which made it much more convenient to deliver goods back and forth. However, whenever he had access to fresh vegetables, he would send some to Su Jinhua to try.
"Grandma, let Sister Lingling come to our house to play."
Ji Cheng shook Su Jinhua's hand and kept begging.
"Good boy Chengcheng, you forgot that your father will take you out to have dinner with Director Xiong tonight. The sweet and sour pork there is your favorite."
Su Jinhua reminded his grandson that Qiao Xiangqian knew what he was doing.
"Then take Sister Lingling with you."
Ji Cheng still doesn't give up.
Seeing this, Qiao Qianqian over there quickly said that he would take Qiao Jinling out for dinner, and found an excuse to escape quickly. Now the relationship between him and Ji Shijie and Liu Fangzhou were gradually drifting apart. The people they came into contact with were either rich or noble, and Qiao
Qianqian is not willing to join in the fun.
"Dad, why don't you start a leather shoe factory with Uncle Ji and the others?"
Qiao Jinling deliberately asked about his father's words.
"Dad is not suitable. He can eat as much as he wants. I can eat some of the food, but I am afraid that my father will not be able to come out. Haha... you will understand when you grow up."
Qiao Qianqian knew that his daughter didn't understand, but he still patiently explained.
Qiao Jinling doesn't care how much money her father earns, as long as he is happy. She can also see that there is a rift between her father and Ji Jijie. It has nothing to do with character, but different values. If they are not on the same path, why should they insist on the same path?
What about stacking?
After returning home, even if Qiao Jinling carefully finished writing one stroke after another, it took less than 10 minutes. After finishing her homework, she opened Song Yishan's letter. She just received it. In order to make it easier to receive the letter, Qiao Jinling specially installed it.
A wooden mail box.
"Surla!"
As soon as Qiao Jinling opened the letter, he saw a small plastic bag falling out of the envelope, which was filled with colorful stamps.
After opening the letter, it turned out that Song Yishan was worried that Qiao Jinling would need stamps to write the letter, so he sent her some stamps in advance. He also reminded her of her dream of becoming a reporter. Her handwriting is beautiful and her writing is fluent. It can be called a model essay for primary school students.
stamp?!
Qiao Jinling was excited, yes, if you can collect toys, why can't you collect stamps? She only knew about monkey stamps, but she didn't know about other stamps. She didn't know if Song Yishan could buy them.
She quickly picked up a pen and wrote back to Song Yishan. She had never been so quick before. She roughly described the appearance of the stamp, but felt it was inaccurate, so she took out a watercolor pen and drew the stamp. Anyway, if there are dates and no dates, it will make a difference, just in case a blind cat touches it.
What about the dead rat?
She didn't dare to use the stamps sent by Song Yishan. She carefully collected each one. Who knew which one was the golden one? She didn't want to regret it later.
After finishing all this, Qiao Jinling felt relieved and took out the pile of toys again, thinking about it as if there were not toys in front of him, but a pile of gold.
There is another letter on the table.
Qiao Jinling took it over and saw that it was from Sun Songwei. When he opened it, his joyful heart immediately sank to the bottom. It turned out that Sun Songwei was stimulated by some unknown source and no longer wanted to publish a magazine. He insisted on studying and looking for the conscience of a media person. So.
The magazine "Imagine the Future" has been discontinued. It is said that some leaders feel that it has the suspicion of demonizing the future, bringing a bad influence to society, leading young people astray and unable to keep their feet on the ground.
what?!
What kind of demonization is this? This is all a fact that will happen in the future, okay?
Qiao Jinling had no choice but to accept this matter, but it would not be so easy for her to make money from writing manuscripts in the future, and she would have to think of ways to make money.