Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

"Qinglan, you're welcome to have some apples. Miaofang bought them at the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday. Take a few with you when you go back." Grandma Luo was more enthusiastic towards Ji Qinglan than ever before.

She sent her granddaughter to a famous school in Yanjing, and she liked Ji Qinglan very much.

Unfortunately, several of his sons got married early.

Ji Qinglan thanked him and ate some fruit snacks served by his godson and goddaughter. Luo Hongyu also talked about who in the school had unexpectedly passed the exam and who had failed...

This time's college entrance examination caught everyone off guard. With more than fifty days left, there was not enough time to find books, and there were only a few graduates from the county high schools who could pass the exam.

Therefore, the No. 1 high school in the county produced two students who were admitted to the famous Yanjing University, and it is well-known far and wide. The president of the high school is still in high office.

After chatting for a while, Grandma Luo went back to her room to listen to the radio. Ji Qinglan then talked to Luo Hongyu about the fact that Yin Hong only scored over 160 points in the exam.

Luo Hongyu found it incredible and kept saying, "It's impossible! Sister Yin Hong and the others all had good grades. We even checked their grades that day. Especially Sister Yin Hong, it's impossible for her to only get such a low score."

"Sister Zhang Jing is estimated to have more than 200 points. She applied to a normal school. My mother said that the country is in urgent need of talents and the admission score of the normal school is very low."

Ji Qinglan also knew this and never thought that Zhang Jing would fail the exam.

"I don't believe it either. I checked the answers for them when they came here. Now they are going to the provincial capital to check their scores. I hope they get a good result."

When Luo Hongyu heard this, her mind raced, and she suddenly remembered what she had heard today. She said, "Chen Hui from our school has passed the entrance exam, and his family is going to hold a graduation banquet on the 20th."

The Chen family had a good relationship with her family and invited them to the graduation banquet.

Luo Hongyu couldn't help but curl her lips, obviously looking down on Chen Hui.

"Chen Hui is a year younger than me and graduated this year. I heard that he could not even get a perfect score in school, but he was able to get into a prestigious university in Yanjing."

"And his cousin also got into the normal school. We were in the same class before, and her grades are so good! She is so lucky."

As Luo Hongyu was talking, she suddenly came to her senses, took Ji Qinglan's hand, and whispered, "Godmother, do you think so?..."

Ji Qinglan patted her hands and interrupted her. Some things can be guessed in one's mind before they are confirmed, but it would not be good if they were made known to everyone.

Luo Hongyu didn't know what to say for a moment, and the joy in her heart was diluted a lot.

Even the best of friends cannot share joy and sorrow together. My godmother would take out half a day every week to explain the questions to them, so they have the friendship of reviewing together.

Ji Qinglan left after telling Luo Hongyu not to talk nonsense. Before leaving, Grandma Luo came out to see her off and brought her five apples, insisting that she accept them. She was very enthusiastic.

Ji Qinglan couldn't refuse, so he had to go back with the apples.

When he got home, it was not yet dark. Ji Qinglan added coal cakes to the coal stove and set the pot to stew pork ribs soup. The winter weather was freezing cold, and a sip of hot soup could warm him from head to toe.

While looking at the pot, she took out a notebook and wrote a story on the table next to her. She revised it and polished it a lot.

She didn't know whether the letter she sent in the afternoon could be published, so she decided to write more and submit it to newspapers, publishing houses... She would always be able to find a place to publish it.

It was not until dark that Ji Xincheng brought Xiao Hei back that she stopped writing. She had been writing for a long time, and her waist ached and her neck was stiff. She had difficulty tilting her head and could not even lift her wrist.

Ji Xincheng looked at the stack of notebooks on the table and asked curiously, "Mom, what are you doing? Do you need to review?"

Ji Qinglan stood up and moved slowly, rubbing her wrist, and explained: "No, Mom has been admitted to university, and she doesn't need to review and do homework anymore. I'm writing a story."

"Mom, does your wrist hurt? Let me rub it for you." Ji Xincheng said, grabbing her hand and pressing it.

He learned bone-setting techniques from Mr. Li, and he was quite professional, but he was small and had little strength.

Ji Qinglan was happy that Ji Xincheng had this intention, and he held his son in his arms and kissed him.

Ji Xincheng felt awkward and pouted: "Mom, I'm an adult now, men and women shouldn't touch each other."

"Hey! Who is testing you? I'm your mother! You've only learned medicine for a few days, and you already dare to disdain your mother." Ji Qinglan slapped him in annoyance.

"I have been studying medicine for half a year. I know more than 40 kinds of herbs. I can recite the medicinal properties and growing environment of each herb by heart."

Ji Xincheng felt a little proud.

"My son, you are awesome." Ji Qinglan gave his son a big thumbs up and said, "Grandpa Li taught you medical skills. You must respect him well in the future. Once a teacher, you are a father for life, don't you understand?"

Ji Xincheng nodded. At such a young age, he already understood the meaning of this sentence.

"It's natural."

"Mom, are we going to look for Dad Xiao?" Ji Xincheng asked. Ever since he married Xiao Yi, he started calling Xiao Yi "Dad Xiao".

Why is it Dad Xiao instead of Dad? Ji Xincheng’s explanation is that he also has godfathers Dad Zhang and Dad Luo.

Uncle Xiao can only be Dad Xiao.

Ji Qinglan didn't care what to call his son, they had to discuss it among themselves.

Anyway, Ji Xincheng never asked about his biological father.

"Well, Mom was admitted to the university where your father Xiao is studying. We will go to see him in a few days."

Ji Xincheng sat on the chair by himself, frowning, and asked uncertainly: "Then will we come back?"

Ji Qinglan lowered his head and put away the paper and pen on the table: "Probably, maybe he won't come back."

Seeing her son's disappointed look, she continued, "From now on, you can come back every year during the holidays to visit your godfather, godmother, sister Ni'er, as well as father Luo and mother Li."

When Ji Xincheng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief like a little adult.

"What will happen to Grandpa Li if we leave? He will be lonely."

Ji Qinglan found it funny. Why did this kid have so many questions? He must have too much in his mind.

"Of course your Grandpa Li is going with us and will live with us from now on. Mom has a task for you. Starting tomorrow, you have to persuade him to go with us."

"Ah!" Ji Xincheng was surprised and delighted, and immediately agreed: "Don't worry, Mom, I will persuade Grandpa Li to go with us tomorrow."

"Well, it all depends on you." Ji Qinglan scratched his son's face and encouraged him.

"Let's eat first." After putting the things into the house, Ji Qinglan came out and fried some vegetarian bean sprouts and served the radish and pork ribs soup.

The mother and son started eating dinner at the small table in the kitchen.

By noon the next day, Ji Qinglan had written another twenty copies and rushed to the post office to mail the letters.

The staff at the post office saw that she had mailed out ten letters yesterday and came again today, so they looked at her warily.

Ji Qinglan had already thought of an excuse for this, and explained, "I wrote this story when I had nothing else to do, and I plan to submit it to a newspaper or publishing house for publication. I heard that there will be royalties if it is published."

Staff: Your net is too wide.