Genius Girlfriend

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These five words made Lin Zhixia feel better.

Lin Zhixia walked up the steps and entered a long corridor. Exquisite reliefs dotted the ceiling, surrounded by tall sculptures, and various objects displayed in the glass cabinets. She stopped and watched in silence.

Jiang Yubai stood beside her, like a commentator in a museum.

Lin Zhixia pointed to a wooden bowl with a rough workmanship and asked him quietly, "Is this an antique?"

Jiang Yubai was about to speak, and Lin Zhixia seriously suggested: "Jiang Yubai, don't tell me, let me guess. I have read many antique appreciation books, maybe I can guess the year and origin of these things. "

Jiang Yubai looked at her quietly, and she said more vigorously: "I must be able to guess!"

Jiang Yubai smiled suddenly: "Are you sure?"

"Don't you believe me?" Lin Zhixia was fighting spirit.

Jiang Yubai turned sideways and took a step back: "You watch carefully, if you guess it right..."

Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai played her favorite game of betting: "If I guess right, you call me Teacher Lin. I guessed wrong, I call you Teacher Jiang, and then please tell me the correct answer. I."

Jiang Yubai was absolutely sure of it. He raised his head slightly and readily agreed: "No problem."

Lin Zhixia looked at the dilapidated collection in all directions with a spirit of 120,000 points.

She searched her memory, dug into details, and finally came to a conclusion: "This wooden bowl is probably from a traditional tribe in Africa. I have seen something similar on the Discovery TV channel, and two explorers went to the African tribe to experience it. In daily life, the local people use wood to make bowls and make them into this shape... Yes, Jiang Yubai, this must be an African collection in your family. You also treated it with antiseptic treatment. It was probably produced from A modern wooden bowl with tribal cultural value."

"It's a bowl made by my grandfather himself." Jiang Yubai corrected.

Lin Zhixia was taken aback: "Really?"

Jiang Yubai described in detail: "In the last century, Grandpa did business in Southeast Asia and offended the local gang. The pots and pans in his house were smashed. He did it himself and made a wooden bowl. Later, he reselled small electrical appliances and made enemies. Go to the door. He threw the wooden bowl on the ground and made a noise. Taking advantage of the distraction of the enemy, he ran away in the dark."

This experience of Grandpa Jiang Yubai exceeded Lin Zhixia's imagination.

Lin Zhixia held her breath: "Your grandpa's life is like a movie."

"It's hard to tell the truth from the fake," Jiang Yubai said. "What an adult says is not necessarily true."

Lin Zhixia praised: "Jiang Yubai, your critical spirit is worth learning."

Later, Lin Zhixia asked, "Where are your grandfather's enemies? Where have they all gone now?"

"They are all dead." Jiang Yubai relayed his grandfather's words honestly.

Lin Zhixia sternly concluded: "I understand, this thing is a symbol of your family's spirit."

Jiang Yubai nodded: "The family spirit of running away in the dark when you encounter bad people."

Lin Zhixia laughed "hahahaha": "You are so funny."

She stepped forward and trot all the way on the smooth marble floor, shouting: "Ms. Jiang, Ms. Jiang, Ms. Jiang!" Then she said, "Look, Mrs. Jiang, do I look like Duan Qiyan now?"

"Why do you imitate Duan Qiyan?" Jiang Yubai asked her.

Lin Zhixia tilted her head: "Because it's fun."

Jiang Yubai asked again: "Can you imitate someone?"

"I will try!" Lin Zhixia declared, "Now I want to imitate Jiang Yubai."

Jiang Yubai didn't know why he was suddenly a little nervous. He stood under a chandelier, and the bright light fell on him, making him look like an alien who could not eat fireworks.

Lin Zhixia straightened up and walked towards him slowly: "Jiang Yubai."

Jiang Yubai turned sideways and ignored her.

Lin Zhixia ran right in front of him and called him: "Jiang Yubai."

Jiang Yubai turned in another direction again.

Lin Zhixia insisted on talking face to face with him, but he told her, "You are imitating me? I can't be like you..."

"Like me?" Lin Zhixia asked him frankly.

Jiang Yubai couldn't speak an appropriate adjective.

Lin Zhixia jumped and circled around him: "No matter which direction you are heading, I can turn in front of you. You are the sun and I am Mercury. You are the earth, and I am the moon. You can figure it out. Is my revolution cycle, Jiang Yubai?"

Jiang Yubai asked back: "Why do you like to go around me?"

"I don't know," Lin Zhixia replied, "just like I don't know why you like to hang horizontal bars on the playground."

She suddenly stopped, thoughtfully: "I often observe your every move."

In the corner of the corridor, there is an antique bronze mirror inlaid with shells.

Jiang Yubai glanced at his spectacles and tidied his clothes. Lin Zhixia's voice sounded again: "Sometimes, I can guess your inner thoughts. For example, now, you pay attention to your appearance because you want to maintain a good state and let me observe."

Jiang Yubai paused as he smoothed his cuffs.

He changed the subject: "I have some private collections."

"Your private collection?" Lin Zhixia leaned over excitedly.

Jiang Yubai led her across the corridor. He pressed a string of codes and opened a security door. They walked into an inconspicuous small room. The relief on the roof allows light and wind, and the light is cut into a painting that illuminates a wall.

Lin Zhixia looked around, in a daze.

"This is definitely not made by your grandfather." Lin Zhixia pointed to a glass cabinet.

"It's the sculptures I collected." Jiang Yubai introduced.

Lin Zhixia squatted in front of the glass cabinet: "Chinese traditional handicrafts?"

Jiang Yubai squatted beside her: "Traditional craftsmanship, contemporary works."

On the first floor of the cabinet is a stone sculpture of landscape and scenery, with exquisite carving and ingenious shape. The mountains and rivers were majestic and natural, and the blue lake was shimmering, as if they had just been blown by a breeze.

"You can touch it with your hands." Jiang Yubai suggested.

Lin Zhixia shook her head like a rattle: "No, they look so precious, I can't touch them."

Jiang Yubai said: "Things are dead and people are alive. You are more precious than them."

Jiang Yubai was right, and Lin Zhixia was encouraged. She gingerly opened the cabinet door and came across the landscape of the jade carving. She said, "I guess the mountain is jasper, the big tree is moonstone, and the lake is Tianhe stone."

"Yes." Jiang Yubai agreed.

Lin Zhixia asked him: "Why do you collect sculptures?"

Jiang Yubai recalled the past: "I went to be a guest at Grandpa's house, and he asked me to pick a few things to take away..."

"No wonder!" Lin Zhixia suddenly realized, "I was just wondering why these treasures are like grandparents' collections, it turns out that they really come from your grandpa's house."

Immediately, she said shyly: "Jiang Yubai, the present I gave you for your eleventh birthday is like this stone sculpture. It also has big trees, ponds, and small houses."

Jiang Yubai casually revealed: "It was put in the study."

"Your study?" Lin Zhixia was overjoyed, "Great, it can accompany you to study every day."

Lin Zhixia's happiness from the bottom of her heart infected Jiang Yubai.

In this bright and transparent room, the air was extremely fresh and sweet. Jiang Yubai reached out and opened another cabinet door, and Lin Zhixia saw a few more clockwork crafts.

Jiang Yubai invited her to appreciate: "18th century European antique clocks and watches."

Lin Zhixia nodded frequently: "Hmm! They are all tableclocks, I have seen them in the European history books in the library."

She looked closely, trying to remember every detail.

Jiang Yubai handed her a pair of gloves. She immediately put on her gloves and gently touched the clocks of the eighteenth century and the tableware of the seventeenth century. She also played a history-traveling game with Jiang Yubai.

Jiang Yubai plays the king and Lin Zhixia plays the queen.

Lin Zhixia calmly held a scepter. She imitated the lines in Shakespeare's work "Richard III" and declared war to Jiang Yubai: "The rising sea is the prelude to the storm. Your Majesty Jiang Yubai, your era is facing change..."

Jiang Yubai actually defeated her with words: "The one who gave me the crown is you. The one who crowned me is also you. Have you forgotten?"

Lin Zhixia was stunned.

Jiang Yubai's light and fluttering sentence made Lin Zhixia defeated. Lin Zhixia immediately changed her words: "Well, let's reconcile."

Jiang Yubai lowered his head and smiled. Perhaps it was because there were only two of them in the room. He had no worries and answered the words naturally: "How do you reconcile with me?"

Lin Zhixia said: "Sign the contract."

Jiang Yubai's current role is "King Jiang Yubai", and a wise king should not be surprised. He raised his scepter with one hand and answered calmly: "I can't sign a contract with you."

"Why?" Lin Zhixia asked.

Jiang Yubai explained: "A lawyer must be present to sign the contract."

Lin Zhixia said with a smile: "As expected of Mr. Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Yubai took a step back, and Lin Zhixia chased him and shouted: "President Xiao Jiang, President Xiao Jiang, President Xiao Jiang." He crossed the scepter and stood in front of her, reminding: "Boundary, grasp the boundary."

"Why are you like my brother?" Lin Zhixia said casually.

Jiang Yubai asked back: "Where is the same?"

"That is, brother often tells me that we must pay attention to boundaries," Lin Zhixia relayed word-for-word. "My brother said that girls cannot make friends with boys, and girls’ best friends should be girls. This problem is quite serious. I quarreled with him."

Jiang Yubai responded coldly: "It's a good noise."

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Lin Zhixia also heard her father's voice—she almost thought she had a hallucination.

Lin Zhixia ran to the door and looked out, she really saw her father and Jiang Yubai's uncle Jiang Shaoqi.

On the wide and straight promenade, two adult men are very tall. Jiang Shaoqi walked side by side with Lin Zhixia's father. After walking a few steps, Jiang Shaoqi asked: "Your full name is...Lin Fugui?"

Lin Fugui repeated an action mechanically. He clasped his hands, his palms closed and separated, and separated and closed. He looked at the ceiling of the private collection and the many collections, and said dumbly: "Yes, I am Lin Fugui. I am Lin Zhixia's father."

Jiang Shaoqi showed a gentle smile: "I met you in Professor Shen's laboratory."

"I have an impression, I have an impression." Lin Fugui agreed.

At the beginning of March, the temperature is low and it has not yet recovered. Lin Fugui wore an old pilling sweater and a faux leather leather jacket. His clothes are clean and comfortable to wear, but when he is in such a luxurious collection room, his dress and temperament seem a little abrupt.

This manor made Lin Fugui amazed. The design and interior decoration of the building are all things he never thought of in his dreams. He was anxious to take his daughter home. After catching a glimpse of Lin Zhixia, he hurriedly waved: "Come on, Xia Xia, come here."

Lin Zhixia ran towards her father "DaDaDa".

Jiang Yubai slowly followed behind her. He hasn't had time to invite her to lunch-he has been preparing for this meal since last month because he wanted to help her celebrate. She won several gold medals, and logically speaking, there should be a celebration banquet.

However, Lin Fugui held his daughter's wrist and asked her: "Xia Xia, say goodbye to your friend."

Lin Zhixia hesitated: "Dad, I had a great time with my friend today...Can we have a meal with him?"

But my father said, "Xiaxia, your mother made lunch for you, let's go home."

Jiang Yubai watched this scene and still behaved politely. He seems to have achieved real change without being surprised, even though his heart is experiencing unspeakable loss. He and Lin Zhixia’s game of traversing history has just been halfway through, and they have not yet returned to ancient China from the European continent. Lin Zhixia said that she wants Jiang Yubai to be a general, and she will be Wu Zetian II herself.

Lin Zhixia's father came to take her home, and Jiang Yubai had no reason to keep her.

Jiang Yubai looked at his uncle, who immediately defended: "Xiaojiang, last time I took you to the university town, I exchanged contact information with Lin Zhixia's father. Lin Zhixia's child IQ is 174, and I exchanged phone numbers with her father. , That’s a parent’s consideration, do you know? Your uncle, I’m a careful person. Today, you invited Lin Zhixia to play at home. Anyway, Lin Zhixia is only eleven and a half years old. You have to tell your parents, I I made a call for you..."

Jiang Yubai understood his uncle's good intentions.

Lin Zhixia is still young, and her parents must keep track of her whereabouts.

Although he had a good relationship with Lin Zhixia, Lin Zhixia's parents did not know him. Uncle called. Lin Zhixia's father was probably very nervous. The young girl needed more care and protection.

Jiang Yubai took the initiative to bring Lin Zhixia and her father to the parking lot. The driver in his house will take them home. He watched Lin Zhixia get in the car, and she rolled down the car window and waved to him: "See you on Monday, Jiang Yubai!"

Jiang Yubai stood there and watched the car leave: "See you on Monday, Lin Zhixia."

On the way home, Lin Zhixia's father said nothing.

When Lin Zhixia and his father got out of the car at the gate of Ancheng District, his father sighed suddenly. People came and went on the streets of the community on Saturday morning, surrounded by talking, barking dogs, and messy footsteps.

Dad took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Just as he was about to take out a cigarette, Lin Zhixia grabbed his sleeve: "Dad, Dad, don't smoke."

Dad called her: "Xia Xia."

Lin Zhixia behind her hands: "Xia Xia is here."

Dad did not take Lin Zhixia home. He found a bench in the community. He asked Lin Zhixia to sit next to him, and then said: "Xiaxia, your friend Jiang Yubai, he is different from you. Dad didn’t let you play with him. Dad wanted to tell you, you are now, I have won a world-class competition award, and there are other friends in the school..."

Lin Zhixia straightened her legs: "I understand."

"You get it? I haven't gotten to the point yet." Dad exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Zhixia looked up at the sky: "Well, I can guess what you mean. You want to tell me that there is a great risk that I will make friends with Jiang Yubai."

Dad took out the cigarette case again: "Xia Xia is too smart."

He gave an example: "Dad came from the village. In our village, the village chief's son bullied others, and they didn't make sense. What should we do? Just bear it."

"Jiang Yubai is really good," Lin Zhixia argued, "Dad, if you can get along with him for a while, you'll know."

Dad lights a cigarette. The white mist is diffuse, like smoke like dust, soaking the nearby air.

Lin Zhixia sneezed.

As soon as my father took a cigarette, he immediately squeezed out the cigarette butts. He threw the cigarette **** into the trash can next to the seat, and said in a low voice: "Dad doesn't know Jiang Yubai. You usually pay more attention. I will tell you what you want and make your own decision. Hey, you have been abroad. There are more people, and I have seen more worlds than me."

Lin Zhixia patted her father on the shoulder: "No matter how many places I have been in the future, I will always be your daughter and you will always be my father."

This short sentence seemed to touch my father. Lin Zhixia took the opportunity to say, "Dad, you must help me keep the secret, don't let my brother know that I went to Jiang Yubai's house to play, or my brother will definitely blow up."

Dad didn't expect his son to be more serious than him. A look of surprise appeared on his face: "Have Qiuqiu dealt with Jiang Yubai?"

"No, never." Lin Zhixia was extremely sorry.

Dad thought carefully for a few seconds, and agreed, "Okay, Dad will help you keep it secret, but there is no next time. Xia Xia, before you are eighteen, you still can't go to the male classmate's house."

"After the age of eighteen, can I go if I want?" Lin Zhixia questioned.

Dad stood up and took her home: "At that time, you were an adult, and Mom and Dad couldn't control you."

Lin Zhixia said nothing. She was afraid that her father would show his feet in front of her brother. She and her father stepped into the house one after another, and her brother happened to be peeling apples in the living room. When my brother saw her back, he asked, "Which classmate's house did you go to play, Lin Zhixia?"

My brother was sitting on a chair, holding an apple in his left hand and a paring knife in his right. He is like the feudal patriarch of the old society, investigating all the trivial matters within the family. Lin Zhixia avoided his gaze and hid behind her father.

Dad took the topic: "I just came back from outside, and I happened to meet Xia Xia." Then he asked: "Qiuqiu, are you still studying lately? Is your body able to eat?"

In three months, Lin Zeqiu will take the high school entrance examination.

Since the beginning of this semester, Lin Zeqiu has only taken first place in the class once, and his grade ranking is not as good as before. His classmates said that some smart people didn't start studying until the third grade, and their grades improved by leaps and bounds. They were better than Lin Zeqiu, a student who has been working hard. Lin Zeqiu didn't believe this.

In Lin Zeqiu's eyes, only those of his sister's level are considered "smart people." His sister, whether she studies or not, is the first in grade, and even the international first in the 2007 Romania Masters.

Lin Zeqiu thought a lot when his father mentioned the results, and completely forgot to question Lin Zhixia.

Lin Zhixia cheered up for her brother: "Come on, brother! If your brother encounters a problem that he can't, he must come to me."

My brother said, "Forget it."

Lin Zhixia insisted repeatedly: "I can help you save time!"

My brother looked at her sideways: "You have to engage in math competitions."

Lin Zhixia explained in detail: "I am not going to participate in this year's International Olympic Mathematical Olympiad. The dozens of strongest and most experienced athletes in the winter camp are already in the second round of training. I believe they can get the gold medal."

The elder brother took a bite of the apple: "Lin Zhixia, what else can you do in school?"

"Information contest!" Lin Zhixia poured herself a glass of water, "The three-person information contest is very fun, and the prize money is very large. I just have this opportunity, I want to give it a try."

Lin Zhixia finished the plan and put it into practice soon. She joined the second-year information competition team, and stood out in the trial of the Provincial No. 1 Middle School.

In April, when Lin Zeqiu was still working hard to review for the high school entrance examination, Lin Zhixia had already represented the provincial No. 1 high school and rushed into the provincial high school information subject finals.