Qin Miao did not have such deep feelings for Yu Wenjing, but she has lived in this place for such a long time, so she has feelings to some extent.
The way Yu Wenjing expresses her reluctance is sadness.
The way Qin Miao expresses his gratitude is to give money.
One thousand yuan is a lot for this family. Although Bai Yu's income is very good now, for the elderly, hundreds of thousands of yuan still make them feel that this is an unacceptable huge sum of money.
Favor is too precious.
Qin Miao's strength made it impossible for the old couple to refuse, Bai Yu persuaded from the side, "Grandpa, mother-in-law, take it, it's okay!"
Only when the eldest grandson nodded, the old couple dared to collect the money.
The mother-in-law's wrinkled hands tightly held Yu Wenjing's, with tears in her old eyes, "Good girl, the Bodhisattva and Immortal bless you, and you will be safe and sound all your life. Blessed, many sons, many grandchildren."
Yu Wenjing felt sad. When she heard such a blessing, the picture flashed in her mind, subconsciously, she had tacitly agreed that she and Zhou Liang'an would have many children and many blessings.
Yu Wenjing said softly, "I left you a rainbow electric heater, charge it when it's windy and rainy, unplug it when it's hot, put it on, and put it on the painful place to cover it , it will be much better.¡±
"Bai Ling is still young, so it's easy to give up on everything!"
"We must let her persist in reading, and must read the book."
"I I, I, I will come to see you when I have time"
In the middle of the door, Bai Ling stepped on the ground with bare feet, watching the scene outside the door, listening to them say goodbye to each other, covering his mouth tightly, tears rolled out, he wanted to go out at this time Yu Wenjing hugged her tightly, but seeing Yu Wenjing who was also crying, the little girl actually softened her heart, because she knew that if he went out at this time, Miss Wenjing would be even more sad.
At a young age, he is distressed and sensible.
Yu Wenjing returned to her own room in the hotel and packed her luggage overnight.
After tidying up everything, I took down the family portrait on the wall, and put it together with other works, and she will take them all away tomorrow when there is a car.
"Why don't you accept this?"
Qin Miao had finished packing her things, and when she came to help Yu Wenjing, she saw that bottle of toilet water was still on the table.
Yu Wenjing took the bottle of toilet water in her hand, and murmured, "Bai Ling likes this, and has asked for it several times. I'm leaving tomorrow, so give this bottle to her!"
Having said that, Yu Wenjing went back to Bai Yu's house. When she opened the door, she was very light, and the room was very dark.
Hearing the noise at the table, Bai Ling faced the wall and did not dare to make unnecessary movements, for fear that Sister Wen Jing would know that he was not asleep yet.
Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes one by one and wet the pillow.
The ray of light finally disappeared with the closing of the door, and the room finally fell into darkness. Bai Ling covered her mouth, shaking from crying. She knew that Sister Wen Jing was leaving, and she was about to leave suddenly. And it's the kind that won't come back for a long time.
Although she doesn't know the reason, there are always so many reasons for adults to do things.
It's like when my mother left, and then my father also left, and there has been no news for so many years.
Everyone in the village said that my mother ran away with someone, and my father couldn't swallow this breath, so he went out to look for it, and finally died outside.
Bai Ling felt abandoned again, but thinking about it again, Sister Wen Jing told her a long time ago that she would leave sooner or later.
She also specifically emphasized, "If this day comes, you have to believe that my sister is not going to abandon you, but that my sister still has her own things to do."
Now is the time for Sister Wen Jing to do her own thing.
Bai Ling, just so repeatedly comforted himself, not to make trouble, not to cry, and not to pester Wen Jing to let her go.
?Because I am already a Young Pioneer, the Young Pioneers must play a leading role as a vanguard and model, and they must be more sensible than other children.
There are a total of 12 children in the third grade, and only 4 of them joined the Young Pioneers. She is one of them, so she must be more sensible than other children.
When she woke up the next morning, Bai Ling's pillow towel was wet, she was in a bad mood, but she had to face her grandfather and mother-in-law like a sensible child, still smiling and pretending to be in good spirits Wash up, put on a brand new school uniform, and put on a red scarf.
When she saw the bottle of "Liu Shen" on the table, she couldn't bear the look in her eyes again, carefully put it into her schoolbag, and then went out.??.
The opening ceremony was originally scheduled for September 1, because the children who were supposed to come to school in the surrounding villages suddenly stopped coming, so the teachers in the school spent a few days visiting home to do work, and then all these children were sent to school. Find them in schools, let them enjoy compulsory education, and achieve the effect of eradicating illiteracy and alleviating poverty.
The opening ceremony was not ushered in until a week later.
The principal of the elementary school is a middle-aged man transferred from the county. The speech at the opening ceremony was impassioned, but the accent was very strong, so it always caused bursts of laughter.
When the national anthem is played and the national flag is raised, the young pioneers salute the young pioneers, and those who are not young pioneers pay attention.
This moment was solemn and sacred, Bai Ling was crying among the children, and the most terrible thing was that when she cried, she actually brought the girls next to her to cry.
These little girls thought that Bai Ling was infected by the atmosphere. If they were not like Bai Ling, they would not know when they would be able to join the Young Pioneers
Zhou Liang'an had only been down the mountain not long ago, and when he met fellow villagers in the village, he was still so enthusiastic. He took out a few cigarettes from the trunk, and scattered a pack with everyone. Generous, without airs.
When Yu Wenqing brought out the big and small bags from the room, the waiter of the hotel hurried forward to take the bag from her, and carried it to Santana's trunk parked not far from the room, along with those large and small paintings , together loaded on the car.
After Zhou Liang'an finished chatting with his acquaintances, he turned his head and saw that simple face with a hint of sadness, Zhou Liang'an gently pinched it, "Really don't want to say goodbye?"
Although Yu Wenjing is very gentle, of course when she made up her mind, she seemed surprisingly decisive. He shook his head, "Let's go!"
This made Zhou Liang'an a little worried, if one day sparks hit the earth and this girl no longer believed in Zhou Liang'an, would he be as firm as he is now!
Um! That's a problem!
The frontline personnel from all over the world will evacuate with Zhou Liang'an today.
This is what happened in the last week.
Qin Miao and Yu Wenjing took Zhou Liangan's car, Duan Taibo and the others took a minibus, and packed all their people and things into it.
CMB opened the way in front, and Zhou Liangan followed behind. Along the way, people lined the road to see them off. They were the ones who brought Baimashan out of poverty, and they were the ones who gave Baimashan hope.
They are leaving today, but the spark of hope has flowed down.
When passing by the elementary school, Yu Wenjing glanced at the school gate from the corner of her eye. Fortunately, the little girl was not standing at the gate, but she felt a little indescribably disappointed.
After a wobbly drive, Zhou Liang'an suddenly stepped on the brakes, looked at the delicate figure in the rearview mirror, waved his hands while running, and could faintly see tears and snot all over his face, and his mouth was full of tears. Still shouting indistinctly.
"Sister Wen Jing!"
"I will be obedient!"
"Sister Wen Jing, you want to come back to see me"
"Sister Wen Jing, um"
(I wanted to add an update tonight, but I couldn¡¯t write anymore. After running outside for a day, I concentrated on writing five chapters. My head was about to split open. It hurts so much! I have to go to bed early at night.) (Note Website website: www.hlnovel.com