readsfreenovel Chapter 212 Complaint Conference
Chapter 212 Complaint Conference
Chapter 212: Grievances Meeting
This was a bit of a slap in the face. During the last student union election, Shan Fang signed Zhao Jiamin's form on her own initiative and handed it in for her. She was already giving face to the other party without falling out.
Unexpectedly, Shan Fang still acted like nothing happened and didn't apologize or explain. She probably thought she had a good temper.
Zhao Jiamin's good temper is limited to people she approves of. She is not a good temper, otherwise she would not have escaped unscathed in a foreign country.
The environment is the teacher, forcing people to grow.
After hearing her words, Shan Fang's expression changed slightly. She also had a good psychological quality and directly ignored the subtext.
She turned to look at Cheng Xiaohui, who immediately looked away.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, she stopped saying anything. She simply picked up the bowl and started eating, trying not to make any noise.
The three people in Qiu Huoming's dormitory were at the same table, leaving Zhang Song alone, sitting at the table behind them.
Qiu Huoming held the lunch box and originally wanted to get up and sit with him, but she heard him shouting:
"You don't all sit with me individually, that Lao Yang..."
Qiu Huoming saw that he had taken the initiative to shake Yang Shi's army, and immediately stood still.
Yang Shijun had worked with Zhang Song many times in the 'English Corner' before, and was relatively more familiar with him. He muttered: "She looks like a girl. There's nothing wrong with sitting alone. The place is big..." "
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark-faced man walked over from the side and said, "Hey, there are so many people here."
Qiu Huoming looked up and saw Chang Simei coming over with a lunch box.
Chang Simei looked around and sat down opposite Zhang Song.
Zhang Song looked at his clothes. The patched shirt was a little white after washing. His hair was cut very short, and some of the craftsmanship of the seniors in the dormitory remained.
"Fourth sister, why did you come to the East District Canteen?" Chen Xi asked.
"You guys have a lively place here and have good food. I'll go to study hall with you guys..." He replied while secretly turning his head to glance at Ji Songxiang.
Zhang Song smiled and said: "You are the fourth sister. I have heard of you for a long time. My name is Zhang Song..."
Chang Simei turned around and replied: "I know you, aren't you from the North District?" He looked at Zhang Song with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Zhang Song said with his lips: "Here, Qiu Huoming is treating us..."
Chang Simei was relieved when she saw that he was not here for girls, "Qiu Huoming has been very prosperous recently, but he didn't even invite me to invite him to dinner."
Qiu Huoming took a mouthful of rice and said, "My money didn't come from the strong wind. After this meal, I won't waste it. I will save it to marry my wife later..."
Chang Simei sighed, "I don't have any money left, and this wife is nowhere to be seen..."
Chen Xi suggested: "Then go make money. We are going to do odd jobs at the Canton Fair on Sunday. Do you want to go with us?"
"Go, you bastard who doesn't want to make money."
Qiu Huoming thought for a while, Chen Li, who was engaged in foreign trade, should have this kind of odd job that she could give out. Asking her later would be a benefit to her classmates.
In the evening, a group of people went to the library to read. Qiu Huoming and the three of them did not go to the 'English Corner' tonight. They had spoken enough during the day, and they didn't want to hear a word anymore.
It's mid-October, and it's already autumn. Autumn in Lingnan has less rain than summer, but the temperature is still high. However, it is obviously cooler in the evening. Except for a few rough guys, all the students indoors have put on thin coats.
Zhao Jiamin was wearing a beige sweater. She was holding her chin and flipping through a book called "Introduction to Architecture." Zhang Song was probably tired. He lay on the table without moving for a long time and looked like he was asleep.
Qiu Huoming was looking through the textbooks for the next semester. The only sound in the room was the turning of pages and the occasional cough.
Halfway through, Zhang Song woke up after seeing a few boys who were heavy smokers in the room. They pushed away their chairs and walked outside.
He yawned, and suddenly realized that he was still in the library. He wiped his saliva, straightened up, and looked through the textbooks on the table. He took out a pencil with a frown and sketched out what he didn't understand...
There were shadows of trees outside the window, and a street lamp not far away emitted orange light. Qiu Huoming glanced at the girl beside him. Under the indoor light, her eyelashes cast two shadows on her cheeks, and there were faint shadows on her fair skin. Some slender fluff, bangs blowing down, strands drifting in the breeze...
Everything here made him feel a little dazed for a moment, as if he had walked a long, long way and suddenly stopped.
He rubbed his brows. The school environment gave him a sense of security. He had always been a very well-planned person. History was at his present. He was in the midst of a torrent, and he actually felt a little bit panicked.
If you choose differently, you will have a completely different life...
Putting aside all external factors, what does he really want?
While he was stunned, a piece of paper was pushed over. He recovered and looked down. There was a line of beautiful handwriting written on the paper: [What's wrong with you? 】
Qiu Huoming turned to look at Zhao Jiamin. She was looking at him with concern. His heart felt warm, as if a small boat drifting in the sea of time suddenly had an anchor...
He took out a pen and wrote in the blank space of the paper: [I suddenly felt a little confused, what on earth am I going to pursue? 】
Zhao Jiamin looked at this line of text, thought for a while, and wrote below: [If you are poor, you can be alone, and if you are rich, you can help the world, but everything is more important than being in a happy mood...]
Qiu Huoming's heart moved, and he wrote: [Then I choose happiness first...]
After saying that, he closed the textbook and continued to write on the paper: [Come with me to walk the Hundred Steps Ladder. 】
Zhao Jiamin didn't say anything. She packed up her books and put them in her bag. Then she stood up and looked at him with a smile on her face.
Qiu Huoming was overjoyed when he saw this. He quickly swept the debris from the table into his school bag, then stretched out his hand and made a silencing gesture. He pulled Zhao Jiamin and quietly passed by Zhang Song, who was still immersed in reading.
Not long after, the two of them walked to the gate without disturbing Zhang Song.
He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Zhao Jiamin's hand. Her hand had a touch of coolness, soft and delicate, which made him almost reluctant to let go.
Zhao Jiamin saw this and calmly withdrew his hand, "There are still one hour and two quarters before the curfew, we have to speed up..."
The two of them walked along the quiet school path toward the hundred-step staircase. Occasionally, they met a few students who had finished evening classes early. They passed by each other and looked at the two of them somewhat strangely.
The two of them not only caused a scene in the student union a few days ago, but also showed up at the National Day cultural performance. As freshmen, they are also well-known figures in the school.
Under the light, this pair of young students looked particularly eye-catching. Several people were embarrassed to look at them in person, and they were far away, so they turned around and looked at them.
The two people here finally reached the bottom of the hundred-step ladder. Zhao Jiamin looked up at the long ladder and suddenly said: "Why don't we compare and see who can reach the top first..."
Qiu Huoming smiled and said: "I am tall, I will give you ten seconds..."
"Don't regret it."
Zhao Jiamin suddenly raised his feet and ran up quickly...
Her back was as strong and strong as a deer's, and she was worthy of being a regular runner. Ten seconds later, she had already reached 1/3 of the way.
"I'm coming after you!" Qiu Huoming shouted and started chasing him.
The two of them arrived one after the other, almost at the same time when they reached the top.
Qiu Huoming gasped, "It's a tie..."
Sweat broke out on Zhao Jiamin's forehead, her bangs stuck to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, she supported her waist with one hand and used the other hand to follow the breath from her chest.
Qiu Huoming's eyes were full of smiles. The confusion just now had disappeared. At this moment, his eyes were full of the little girl in front of him...
The moon on the autumn night suddenly poked its head out from the clouds, casting a cold afterglow. Qiu Huoming stretched out his hand and looked at Zhao Jiamin.
She touched it lightly, then withdrew her hand and said, "It's too fast..."
This is a pun, "Let's go see the 'corona'. I don't know when the corona will be restored..."
Zhao Jiamin smiled and said: "Okay, I have seen its original pictures in the collection of books in the Department of Architecture..."
Different from when they came, Qiu Huoming was in a happy mood now. They walked along the grass to the high platform of the sun crown.
The moonlight pours down, the abandoned sun corona, and the carved patterns on the waist cast shadows on the ground. In the woods not far away, the wind slides through the treetops, bringing about the ups and downs of the wind and waves...
Zhao Jiamin glanced at her fallen bangs, looked around, and suddenly said:
"When it is quiet here, it is a bit like the ancestral hall in the village. It is also abandoned, but someone will always secretly place some offerings inside. When I am very hungry, I will sneak there at night..."
Qiu Huoming's heart tightened. He knew that the feeling of hunger was never pleasant. "You were very young at that time. It was very dangerous for a child to walk at night..."
"The dogs over there recognize me and won't chase me. Have you heard of the goddess?"
Qiu Huoming knows that there are some "gods" in the countryside who specialize in helping people look after things. "I have heard of them, but I have never seen them."
"Those offerings were made by her. One night I was seen by her..."
Qiu Huoming looked nervous. He pursed his lips and looked at the little girl in front of him who was lost in memories.
"She caught me and asked me to promise her something. As long as I agree, I can eat whatever I want from the future offerings..."
"What's the matter?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"She wanted to teach me to 'see things'. She said that I had no relatives to rely on and could engage in her profession. I was so scared that I broke away from her hand..."
"Don't listen to her nonsense, your father is still here, and you still have your uncle!"
"Well, I didn't listen. After I ran back..."
She paused, "I found that the door I closed was open... I opened the door. At that time, there were no lights in the countryside and it was completely dark. You couldn't see your fingers in the house..."
"I didn't see anything, but I heard a noise."
"The next morning, before it was dark, I saw an egg lying on the bedside."
Qiu Huoming opened his arms and said, "I'll lean on you wherever you want..."
Zhao Jiamin glanced at him, "What do you think it is?!"
She paused and then said: "My uncle stole a chicken and plucked its feathers all night long. The eggs were also left behind by that chicken. There are still chicken feathers buried under the ground of my main room..."
"I didn't even dare to cook the chicken. I sealed it with mud and simmered it in the pot..."
"My mother took me secretly up the mountain and found a leeward place with my uncle. The three of us were so full..."
"Then...did things come to light later?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"No, they all said it was stolen by the 'Goddess', but she didn't explain. Those people were a little afraid of her, and then they left it alone..."
"That's good, your story has twists and turns..."
Zhao Jiamin raised his head and smiled: "So, what do you think it is..."
Qiu Huo Mingjun blushed, he really thought wrongly, "Did that 'goddess' come to you later?" He quickly interrupted.
"I've met her a few times, but she didn't say anything about how she asked me to learn to 'see things' from her before... In fact, she's quite nice. I suspect that every time I go to get something to eat, she knows, maybe... …She put it there specifically for me to get.”
Zhao Jiamin frowned lightly, "Unfortunately, I was forcefully sent away when I left. I didn't have time to say goodbye to her..."
"There are actually many good people in this world. When we have the opportunity in the future, we might meet them again." Qiu Huoming sighed.
"Well, I hope. Although I don't like that village, I will always remember that day, just like a dream..."
The two walked towards the East District Dormitory in the direction of Building 12.
"I'll treat your uncle and my master to a meal some other time. I haven't thanked them for what happened last time."
"Listen, my uncle and Uncle Pan are on a business trip. They will come back next week. When the work is done, I will go find him with you..."
"Treat him to a whole chicken feast and thank him for stealing the chicken."
"Pfft," Zhao Jiamin laughed, "Don't mention it, he is very face-conscious. My uncle has always boasted of his character. Besides, it was just a coincidence that he stole the chicken..."
"tell me the story?"
"My uncle said that the chicken came here on its own..."
"You believe this too?"
"I believed this when I was a kid, and I looked forward to seeing a few more chickens every day. Unfortunately, I never saw them again."
Zhao Jiamin sighed, "The chicken was packed in a hurry, and I didn't even add salt because I was nervous, but I still remember the taste. At that time, I thought it was the most delicious food in the world..."
"That's great, your mother...and your uncle, they all love you."
"Yeah, so...I managed to endure the pain no matter how hard it was. Now that I think about it, I don't even feel the pain anymore. People are really forgetful."
"When I first arrived at my grandparents' house, the patches on my clothes were all torn. My needlework skills were not good, and my uncle was even worse. After a long car ride, and me crying again, I was just... embarrassed."
Qiu Huoming stretched out his hand and touched the top of her head, "After all the hardships, happiness comes, and it will be a blessing in the future..."
Zhao Jiamin looked at Qiu Huoming with soft eyebrows and said, "I'd like to lend you some good words."
"What I originally wanted to do to relieve you tonight turned into a meeting for me to complain..." Zhao Jiamin sighed in distress.
"I like to listen. I want to know your past. Listening to you talk makes me feel very good. I really..."
Qiu Huoming raised his head and looked at the East 8 dormitory building in front of him, "Hey, we're here. Let's meet in the dining hall tomorrow and have a good meal and set off together."
"OK, good night."
Zhao Jiamin waved his hand and walked forward.
Qiu Huoming looked at her back, his eyes turning soft around his fingers. He didn't turn around until her figure disappeared.
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