But reading the post, Han Xingjin felt as if he had read the original text, a real daughter who was pure and kind, respectful and friendly to her elders, and a fake daughter who was vicious, hypocritical, and vain.
Han Xingjin suddenly had an idea. He was afraid that the author of the original article was not Han Qiaowei, or that the Han Qiaowei written by the author was herself.
Han Xingjin quickly shook this thought out of his head. It was bizarre enough to wear it by himself.
But what should I do with this post? Since I didn’t mention anyone by name, it’s really not a wise move to ask directly like Jia Yuanyuan did.
But we can't just let it go. Anyone who knows about the Han family's retrieval of their biological daughter will automatically assume their role as soon as they read the post, and then take it for granted.
But replying is not Han Xingjin’s style. It’s a thankless task and she’s almost pissed to death. Verbal attacks against anti-fans are painless. She has always believed that actions are always more convincing than words.
Han Xingjin adjusted his mood, put away his cell phone, and turned his attention to the book again.
"You just let it go?" Jia Yuanyuan asked.
Han Xingjin shook his head, "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. What's there to be afraid of? Grasshoppers have to wait until autumn."
Jia Yuanyuan thought Han Xingjin had some good ideas, so he returned to his seat.
In fact, Han Xingjin really didn't have a particularly good way to fight back. Her time and energy did not allow her to waste too much on this matter.
After studying all day, Han Xingjin had to take vocal lessons in the evening.
On the way back to school from the base, even the subway, which was always busy with people, became empty.
Han Xingjin, who had a dry mouth and tongue, suddenly felt so tired, really tired, not only physically but also mentally.
Thinking of Han Qiaowei, she was even more tired. Why did she have to deal with these strange people? Can't they just live their own lives in peace?
Give up, it's good to receive a lunch box like the original owner, or just muddle along as a salted fish, Han Xingjin had tears in his eyes.
But I'm not willing to give in.
I walked alone for so long, but I just got some results. I spent one night studying and never had a good day.
Is hard work really useless? No, God rewards hard work, so how can hard work be useless?
If you still haven’t seen the results you want, it’s probably because your efforts are not enough.
However, I am really tired. I have no time, no time to train, no time to review... It is really difficult to take care of both.
Do I really have to stay awake?
Rubbing the Agarwood Snow Jade Huang on her chest, Han Xingjin felt that she had had a long dream. In the dream, there was everything she desired now, including her dormitory, her desk, her bed, and her
Desired practice room and recording studio...
Sure enough, everything is there in the dream.
Han Xingjin saw the bed and finally fell asleep on it. Even though he knew it was a dream, he still wanted to sleep for a while, just for a while, soon...
Han Xingjin felt that she had slept for a long time and felt refreshed. Suddenly, she was excited. Could it be that she had sat and stood? After all, she had slept for a long time. When she looked up, she hadn't reached the next stop before she dozed off.
stand.
Obviously she felt that she had slept for a long time and had been dreaming for a long time.
Han Xingjin took out his cell phone to calculate the time and set an alarm clock so that even if he fell asleep, he would not miss a stop.
Closing her eyes again, Han Xingjin returned to the dream where she had everything. This time it was even more outrageous. Not only did she have a desk and a bed, but even the review materials she had clearly placed in the classroom appeared.
Han Xingjin didn't believe in evil and opened the review materials on the table. It was outrageous, even her notes were there. She didn't believe it was a dream. She couldn't remember which page she had taken notes on, but she remembered them clearly in the book.
Chu.
Because she knew she had set the alarm clock, she stayed in her dream with peace of mind. Lying on the bed, she was completely sleepless and her mind was extremely active.
So Han Xingjin got up and sat down at the desk, and continued to work on the questions he had done before. She didn't care if it was a dream. She just did the questions if she couldn't sleep. There was nothing wrong with her.
But when she was doing a set of questions last night, she felt so dizzy that she hadn't even thought about the alarm on her phone. She had to take the initiative to end this dream. When she looked at her phone, something even more outrageous came. Only five minutes had passed and she had just passed a station.
.
Han Xingjing had an idea that she thought was very fantasy. This agarwood inlaid with snow jade was a virtual space, and everything she wanted could be found in this space.
Han Xingjin felt that this experience was a bit bizarre. She didn't dare to sleep anymore. She took out the history book from her bag and started to read it.
Back in the dormitory, Han Xingjin walked to the desk and flipped through the review materials on the table for his father. The questions he had done in his dream on the subway and the answer process actually appeared neatly on the materials on the table.
"Yuanyuan, have you been in the dormitory tonight?" Han Xing asked disbelievingly.
Jia Yuanyuan nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Never went out?"
"After dinner at seven o'clock, I went to the first floor to throw away the garbage and buy some happy water. It took no more than ten minutes."
"Have you been reading?" Han Xingjin asked again.
This time Jia Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed, "Not really, I played two games, just two."
Han Xingjin looked a little cute when he saw Jia Yuanyuan's guilty look, "Hahaha, it's okay. You have to balance work with rest."
Therefore, the question I wrote in my dream appears here. That virtual space not only wants time to stand still to the outside, but also communicates with the outside.
Looking at the questions that took two hours to complete, Han Xingjin felt like he was cheating.
After washing up and correcting the questions she had written in her dream, Jia Yuanyuan was already sitting on the bed, yawning one after another.
"Xiao Jin, you have been studying and going to class this day, and you have been running on the road for two hours. Aren't you tired?"
Han Xingjin would never admit that he almost cried from exhaustion on the subway. Looking at the time, it was indeed time for him to go to bed. Although he didn't feel as tired as usual, he still had to sleep.
Han Xingjin lay on the bed, listening to Jia Yuanyuan's gradually steady breathing in the darkness, and held the jade Huang on his chest again.
This time, except for feeling Yuhuang's warmth, nothing happened.
Han Xingjin was puzzled as to what was going on.
In his wild thoughts, Han Xingjin also fell asleep.
In his sleep, Han Xingjin seemed to see a skinny old man wearing a Taoist robe, and he said with a smile: "I am destined for you."
Han Xingjin frowned and did not respond. This adventure was a bit strange.
"Child, I am your master."
Han Xingjin still didn't respond. She didn't study under a teacher. She didn't even have a master. How could she get a master?
The old Taoist priest wanted to take her in, but she refused. The old Taoist priest kept talking about her for a long time because she had the Taoist destiny but not the Taoist intention.
"My child, if you accept the magic weapon of my Taoist sect, you will be a member of my Taoist sect."
What? If I take something, it becomes yours? Then I can give you something back.
"The magic weapon has to be recognized by its owner. Not everyone can hold it."
Does this mean I can't let go yet? Han Xing thought thoughtfully.