Principal Li repeated it and laughed, "Nine years is not too long."
"That's true." The messenger uncle wiped his face without humility, "After all, there are not many people in our age group who can go to junior high school."
"Yes." Principal Li laughed and nodded, "Not only for your age group, but also for my granddaughter's age group, it's pretty good if you can finish junior high school."
Su Qianqian blinked, remembering the conversation about starting in autumn a few days ago, her mood sank slightly.
"Yes, most of the children have to help the family work," the uncle messenger pulled down the brim of his hat, "After middle school, they will be almost tall. If their grades are not good, my two bastards..."
"Ahem." Principal Li coughed twice.
"Oh, hehe." The messenger uncle smiled in amusement, "My two boys don't need to read anymore. They can go home and help me deliver the letter."
Su Qianqian blinked slightly, glanced at the messenger uncle, and looked away.
She thought again of that early October, when she saw the young man pulling the cart hard, and the two children behind the car pushing the cart equally hard.
She also remembered that a few years later, no no no.
Su Qianqian reached into her pocket, which contained her and her sister's hopes.
Xiao Rui and Lailai should not have such a life.
As for her, Su Qianqian lowered her head slightly, feeling an inexplicable emotion well up in her heart.
Fortunately, I was taken home by my sister.
If she didn't have her sister, where would she be now? Where would she go in the future?
Will she be like...
Su Qianqian's pocket began to twist, and she squeezed the letter in her pocket tightly, as if it would disappear if she let go.
"No, no, I don't think so."
Grandpa Li came over with a smiling voice.
The laughter made Su Qianqian couldn't help but turn her head to see Grandpa Li looking at Uncle Wang, the messenger diagonally opposite, with a smile on his face.
"Did I say something wrong again?" The messenger, Uncle Wang, glanced at Su Qianqian and looked at Principal Li, "I must have said something wrong, right? If the child's grades are not good, even if he is forced to go to school, it will not be a problem.
, and it’s a waste of money. Is this wrong?”
Su Qianqian glanced at the messenger uncle, was he talking about himself?
It sounds like it makes some sense.
"What you said seems to make sense." Principal Li waved his hand and nodded slightly.
Huh? Grandpa Li thinks so too?
Then, Su Qianqian was startled. Grandpa Li meant that the quality of their grades directly determines the students' lives?
That’s not what my sister said!
Su Qianqian looked at Principal Li again and again thoughtfully, and then met Principal Li's gaze, full of smiles.
So was my sister wrong, or was Grandpa Li wrong?
Su Qianqian blinked her big shining eyes, and for a moment, she had no idea.
"In this case," the messenger Uncle Wang blurted out, "then you just said no, no, no, what do you mean? Isn't this contradictory?"
"Hahaha." Principal Li laughed, "It's not a contradiction."
"It's obviously a contradiction." The messenger, Uncle Wang, replied unceremoniously.
Su Qianqian turned her head to look at the messenger, Uncle Wang, blinked slightly, and then looked away.
"Ahem," the messenger, Uncle Wang, coughed twice slightly, "Little angel, did I say the wrong thing again?"
When Su Qianqian heard this, she turned around again, looked at the messenger Uncle Wang, smiled slightly and said, "Ask grandpa."
Haha, how could she know!
She is just a child!
"Here," the messenger, Uncle Wang, lifted the brim of his raincoat, "then what did you mean by squinting at me just now?"
Su Qianqian:......
How did she miss him?
She merely agreed with his contradictory statement.
Su Qianqian rolled her big sparkling eyes and smiled sweetly: "I was looking at the fallen leaves behind you. When the wind blew, they almost fell on your hat."
"Oh?" Uncle Xiao Wang from Xinhe grinned, raised his hand and touched two handfuls of his long rain hat, then brought back a fallen leaf from behind his head, "Oh, the little angel has such nice eyes."
After saying that, he turned to Principal Li: "Principal Li, where does your granddaughter study? She must have good grades, right?"
Huh? Su Qianqian was slightly startled, there really were fallen leaves!
She just said it casually.
It's just that, ahem, the topic of Messenger Uncle Wang has changed a bit too quickly, right?! Why did it turn to her again?
No matter what, she would never recognize him as her adoptive father.
She already has a father.
snort!
Su Qianqian rolled her eyes at the messenger, Uncle Wang, and looked away.
It was better for her to shut up and watch the rain quietly and reminisce.
"She," Principal Li glanced at Su Qianqian and smiled, "If you live here, of course you will study here."
"Ah?" Messenger Xiao Wang looked Su Qianqian up and down, "I really can't tell that Principal Li is someone who can take care of children."
"I'm joking. How can I take care of my granddaughter? How can she be happy?"
Huh? Su Qianqian glanced at Principal Li from the corner of her eye, and met Principal Li's smile as he looked over.
Grandpa Li, what does this mean?
Is he praising himself, or is he saying that she is willful?
"That's right." The messenger, Uncle Wang, laughed and nodded repeatedly, "If she were to be my daughter, I would let her be my daughter every day."
Su Qianqian curled her lips and quietly played with the fallen leaf in her hand that was still glowing with green leaves.
Tch! She doesn’t want it.
"The little angel's grades must be very good." Uncle Wang, the messenger, asked again.
"Well," Principal Li glanced at Su Qianqian, "My granddaughter is going to take the entrance examination for the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School."
Huh? Su Qianqian turned and looked at Grandpa Li.
Not reliable!
This is their little secret! Why should they tell outsiders?
"Oh my God!" Uncle Wang, the courier, opened his eyes cooperatively to show his surprise, and looked at Principal Li as he looked over.
Are you so surprised? Su Qianqian rolled her eyes silently in her heart and glanced at the messenger, Uncle Wang.
Last semester, I heard from the class teacher that as long as they are from the primary school attached to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, in principle, nearly 80% of the students will be admitted to the junior high school.
However, if you want to enter the Mathematical Olympiad class, it is best to stay in the top 100 in your grade.
And she is now among the top three in her grade. Oh no, she has been among the top three since the third monthly exam in third grade.
My sister said that I can compete for first place, but being first is too tiring. The process of periodic exams is not important, as long as I can show my true level in the final exam and midterm exam.
Although she is now in Liujiacun, she still has confidence in herself.
"Junior Middle School of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School? Where is it?" The messenger, Uncle Wang, suddenly spoke up, interrupting Su Qianqian's thoughts.
Poof! Su Qianqian almost laughed and quickly covered her nose.
Suddenly I thought of the sentence in "Peach Blossom Spring": I don't know if there is Han, no matter Wei or Jin.
Smiling and smiling, her heart suddenly felt inexplicably heavy again, and she thought of Xiao Rui and Lailai again.
If they don't go to study quietly and don't leave here, many years later, they will be like the messenger Uncle Wang in front of them.