How could that Luo Yongmu be better? It was worth her crying so sadly on the playground.
However, when he ran over, Han Xiangzhu was no longer on the playground of No. 9 Middle School.
He chased towards the school gate again, and happened to see her getting on the bus.
Lu Zixun angrily kicked the big tree next to the sidewalk.
The next day, early in the morning, Han Xiangzhu left the house twenty minutes early as usual.
Regarding her daughter's abnormal behavior, Liu Min felt very strange: "Xiangzhu, why do you always leave so early during this period and are not with Zizhong and the others?"
Han Xiangzhu answered her mother like this: "Mom, I am already in the second grade of junior high school this year. It is difficult to learn some things. I want to go to school early to read and memorize English and Chinese. Brother Zizhong and the others are too noisy, and they
Their studies have always been very good. How can I compare with them!"
"They won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future even if they don't study. But I'm different. Mom, I will definitely study hard and get into a good university in the future, so that you can enjoy happiness early."
Seeing her daughter being so sensible, Liu Min felt both sad and happy. She said nothing more!
What my daughter said is right. She is different from the children of the Lu family! She must work harder to gain a foothold in Yucheng in the future.
Therefore, Liu Min made breakfast for her daughter in advance in the kitchen of 1601 every day. Then she went to the opposite door to help the young masters of the Lu family cook.
When the Lu family's children eat, Han Xiangzhu is usually gone.
However, this day is a little different.
Because while having breakfast, Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu discovered that they were missing a son.
"Where are the Three Treasures?" she asked Old Dalu Zizhong a little strangely.
Lu Zizhong took a sip of milk: "He said he had something to do this morning. He just drank a glass of milk and left first."
"Is there something going on at school? You are already in the third grade of junior high school this year, so you should all pay attention to me." Lu Chenxu glanced at the naughty children and his voice was serious.
Lu Zili waved his hand and said confidently: "Comrade Lu, Chairman Mo, you two just keep your hearts in your stomach. You and I will never worry about our academic performance. Key high school will be a piece of cake!"
Lu Zita glanced at the bragging second brother: "Second brother, this test is not very accurate. Don't be too confident!"
Lu Ziqian also laughed: "Second brother, I think fourth brother is right. You are too proud. Fourth brother is one year behind us due to physical reasons, but he jumped directly from the third grade to the fifth grade.
Fourth brother is so smart and not as arrogant as you. You'd better keep a low profile and be careful of getting slapped in the face!"
Lu Zili glared at him: "Wubao, you didn't know this! We could skip a grade when we were in elementary school, but our parents didn't allow it. If they agreed, I might be able to skip a grade this year.
It’s not the high school entrance examination but the college entrance examination.”
Lu Chenxu slammed the milk cup on the table: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. If you don't eat quickly, you may be late!"
Seeing that their father seemed to be angry again, the teenagers of the Lu family quickly shut up and bowed their heads to eat obediently.
In the weather in October, there was a heavy fog all over the sky in the morning.
After Han Xiangzhu came out of the community, he carried his schoolbag and walked slowly along the sidewalk to the school.
It was around 6:40, and there were not many people on the street.
Due to the heavy fog, the surrounding high-rise buildings could not be seen at this time. All people could see were the people and things within ten meters in front of them.
Looking at the mist filling the sky, Han Xiangzhu thought of a poem, and then unconsciously recited it softly: "The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the morning mist is connected, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails."
As she walked on the sidewalk, a leaf swirled in the mist, blown by the wind, and fell at her feet.
It was a fiery red maple leaf that had been beaten by wind and frost. It was very beautiful.
Han Xiangzhu was surprised and bent down to pick up the maple leaf and said to himself: "I can make a beautiful bookmark."
Then, when she raised her head, she bumped into a wall of people.
Because she was unprepared, she lost her balance, staggered, and fell backwards.
A pair of broad, slender but powerful hands hugged her slender waist in time: "Be careful!"
Lu Zixun's gentle voice reached Han Xiangzhu's ears through the diffuse mist. She raised her head in shock: "Brother Zixun, why is it you?"
The corners of Lu Zixun's mouth sank slightly, and the tenderness in his voice slowly disappeared: "If it's not me, who do you think you are?"