The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Wei Yijia paused: "Why are you asking this?"

Rong Ling didn't notice that she was vaguely worried, but said to himself: "Sister Wei has been working for so long, there should be young talents in the unit, don't you like it?"

"If I'm with someone else, what will you and grandma do?" Wei Yijia asked softly.

"It's okay..." Rong Ling said, "I can go to college in half a year. If Sister Wei has someone she likes, she can get along with her with confidence. Grandma will be very happy to see you get married and start a business."

Feng Xihui was not in a good mood,? She found that Rong Ling seemed to only regard herself as her sister sincerely.

She pursed her lips, but said nothing, her eyes were gloomy.

Only then did Rong Ling realize that she had talked too much, she scratched her head: "Ah, I was too impatient, let's go back quickly, so that the third grandma won't wait too long."

In order to cover up this embarrassment, Rong Ling strode forward.

"I have someone I like." Wei Yijia suddenly said behind him.

Rong Ling looked at her, the spirit of gossip in his eyes was undisguised.

"It's just that I can't tell you yet."

It seems that it hasn't been done yet, but since Wei Yijia is willing to tell himself, Rong Ling is overjoyed: "It doesn't matter, no one will reject you for someone as outstanding as Sister Wei."

"Really?" The corners of Wei Yijia's lips seemed to twitch slightly.

Rong Ling nodded his head emphatically, she didn't ask any further questions, and went home holding Wei Yijia's hand.

In the blink of an eye, another winter passed, and it was the end of the last semester of Rong Ling High School.

Even though she was the first in the whole class every time she took the exam, Rong Ling did not dare to slack off a bit. The college entrance examination is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. She is not competing with the whole school, but with high school students across the country.

The time for the college entrance examination is in early July, but two months in advance, all students will have to take a preliminary exam.

Because in order to save human and financial resources these days, candidates are organized to take the pre-examination two months before the exam. Only after passing the pre-examination can they take the college entrance examination.

The weather in May was already hot and dry. After the last exam, Rong Ling came out of the exam room and bought a popsicle on the street.

The popsicle seller charged Rong Ling three cents, opened the big box on the back seat of the bicycle, took out a popsicle for her from the air-conditioned quilt, and asked cheerfully, "How did the little girl do in the exam?"

"It's okay." Rong Ling replied, licking the popsicle.

At least he can do all the questions by himself, and Rong Ling, who had no success in the college entrance examination, has a little more confidence.

Back home, the third grandma brought out the dishes from the kitchen just after cooking: "Tweety is back, go wash your hands and eat."

Rong Ling obeyed, and when they were eating, the third grandma asked Rong Ling about the content of the exam.

The third grandma is an intellectual, and she still reads books and newspapers even at an old age, but when she heard Rong Ling's answer, she couldn't help but sigh: "Old man, I don't understand what young people learn nowadays."

"Grandma is not old." Rong Ling comforted her, "Aunts and old ladies in the neighborhood play mahjong, no one can beat you."

What she said made the third grandma laugh out loud: "Tweety is still sweet. After you finish the college entrance examination, grandma will teach you how to play mahjong."

That being said, after the college entrance examination is over, Rong Ling has no reason to stay in the city.

Her home is not here, but in that remote mountain village.

On the second day after the college entrance examination, Wei Yijia deliberately asked the work unit for a day off, and took Rong Ling and the third grandma out to play.

The weather was cool today, so they went for a walk in the park and went climbing again.

On the way, Rong Ling was very considerate, whenever he needed to buy water or snacks, he rushed to pay for it.

Rong Ling is no longer a little girl who is worried about the two yuan registration fee for the English exam. Her savings are in the four figures, and Ma Xiaoping probably doesn't even have that much money.

Even if he was reluctant to part with it, he still had to leave when it was time to leave. After staying in the city for a few days, Rong Ling began to pack up and go home.

She didn't have many things, almost two bags could fill them all, but Wei Yijia was worried and sent Rong Ling home all the way.

Now that he had more personal companionship, Rong Ling bought some household items, as well as snacks and extracurricular books for his younger sisters, and took 500 yuan by the way.

Seeing Rong Ling coming back with big bags and small bags, Ma Xiaoping was overjoyed, and even looked a little nicer at Wei Yijia: "Thank you, Wei, first drink some tea, and I'll cook right away."

The sun had already set on the side of the mountain, and the sky was full of red clouds. Of course, Wei Yijia had to rest in the village for at least one night before leaving.

Ma Xiaoping knew that the two of them must be tired after traveling long distances all day long, and they would be hungry only if they had something solid to eat. She didn't put on any airs, and quickly scooped out two bowls of flour from the bag and kneaded them into balls with water.

Before the dough was ready to rise, Ma Xiaoping took out the twisted doughnuts that had been fried two days ago in the cabinet and let the two of them fill their stomachs first.

With a sip of herbal tea and a sip of crispy twist, Rong Ling felt very comfortable.

This Ma Xiaoping kneads the dough into a ball, rolls it out with a rolling pin, then folds it up and cuts it into finger-wide noodles.

The water in the pot boiled, and Ma Xiaoping put all the noodles into the boiling water.

Add vinegar, soy sauce and salt to the bottom of the bowl, and within a few minutes, the noodles are cooked.

Ma Xiaoping scooped the noodles into a bowl, instead of adding noodle soup, she burned another pot of oil.

A layer of minced garlic and chili powder has been spread on the noodles, and then the hot oil is poured on it. With a clattering sound, the hot and sour smell of the oil-splashed noodles instantly fills the whole room.

Ma Xiaoping gave Rong Ling and Wei Yijia two bowls at most: "Mix it while it's hot, it'll be delicious when it's evenly mixed."

Holding this heavy bowl of oil-splashed noodles, Rong Ling's eyes were almost filled with tears, and the sour taste of vinegar made his mouth water.

People are iron, rice is steel, when the stomach is empty, come to a bowl of oily noodles with a lot of weight, and the dragon liver and phoenix marrow will not be exchanged.

She ate a big mouthful, and her words were slurred: "That's a good time."

"Future..." Ma Xiaoping scolded, "You look like a hungry ghost who hasn't eaten for hundreds of years, can your third grandma treat you badly?"

That being said, the corners of Ma Xiaoping's mouth almost reached behind her ears.

The third grandma's house hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the furniture might be covered with dust. At night, Wei Yijia naturally rested at Rong Ling's house.

It happened that the two younger sisters went to play with relatives, and Ma Xiaoping didn't need to make the bed anymore, Rong Ling and her could just share the same bed.

Logically speaking, Rong Ling should have passed out after a long day of exhaustion, but at night she kept her eyes open and couldn't fall asleep.

There was a wide distance between the two, and she didn't know if Wei Yijia was asleep, so she asked cautiously, "Sister Wei?"

"Ok?"

Since Wei Yijia didn't sleep, Rong Ling could chat with her: "Can't you sleep too?"

"I usually don't sleep at this time, I'm not used to it."

It was only now that Rong Ling remembered that it was only past eight or nine o'clock. Normally, Wei Yijia might still be working.

"I can't sleep either." Rong Ling said, "Then let's talk."

Wei Yijia seemed to turn her lower body sideways, and she was lying on her back facing Rong Ling: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Does Sister Wei like the job of being a reporter?"

In the darkness, Feng Xihui lowered her eyes: "Shang Ke..."

It was just an excuse for her to find a job in the city. What she really wanted to do was to accompany Rong Ling so that her life would not be so hard.

Rong Ling didn't know anything, she felt that Sister Wei was always indifferent, sometimes even a little cold, as if she was not interested in anything.

But Rong Ling is very sure that sister Wei just treats her very well.

She asked again: "Sister Wei, is she going to do this all the time?"

"Let's have a look..." Wei Yijia said, "What about you? What major do you want to study after entering university?"

Speaking of this, Rong Ling has long planned: "I plan to major in computer science."

After all, with the improvement of living standards in the future, every household will have computers and mobile phones, and it will be difficult not to make money.

Wei Yijia seemed to smile: "Very good..."

Rong Ling couldn't remember what else they talked about afterwards, she fell asleep in a daze.

The summer night was sultry and hot, and mosquitoes buzzed from time to time. Rong Ling scratched the arm that had been bitten out of the red envelope by the mosquito, and hummed dissatisfied in his sleep because of the heat.

At this moment, a cool wind came, as if someone had fanned the cattail fan to disperse the stuffy heat in the tent, and also drove away the mosquitos.

Rong Ling's brows and eyes gradually relaxed, and he fell asleep peacefully.

A month later, Rong Ling, who was drying corn at home, heard the jingle of bicycle bells, and the postman came towards his house.

"Your notice." The postman from the same village picked up a thick letter and handed it to Rong Ling.

The outer skin of the notice impressively reflected the words and school badge of his target school. Even though he had simulated this moment countless times in his mind, Rong Ling still jumped up happily.

The sweltering heat and bitter heat of midsummer are not worth mentioning, Rong Ling felt the wind, turned around and went into the house to grab some sugar and gave it to the postman: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work!"

"You're welcome..." the postman put the candy in his pocket, "Our unshitty valley has produced a golden phoenix like you, where are your parents?"

"Working in the fields."

"Hey..." the postman said, "What are you doing, why don't you tell your mother to come back to kill pigs and make wine, we are all waiting."

Rong Ling beamed with joy: "Don't worry, I will call you when the time comes."

Of course, this is not a joke. People in the village have weddings, weddings and weddings, housewarming and children's education, and they all hold banquets in their own yards.

Knowing that Rong Ling got the letter from the university she wanted, Ma Xiaoping was so happy from ear to ear, she hurriedly found helpers in the village to butcher pigs, and also hired experienced cooks to entertain relatives and friends near and far.

Of course, these people did not come empty-handed. Some carried a basket of rice, some carried a bag of flour, and some brought dozens of eggs.

After the banquet was over, Ma Xiaoping counted the things and gift money that had been sent, and after all the calculations, it was still far from the tuition fee of Rongling University.

She gritted her teeth: "It's okay, mom will take you to the village tomorrow to borrow from door to door. You are a college student and you have been admitted to the best university in the country. Everyone will definitely help."

"No need, Mom, I have money." Rong Ling smiled and took out the 500 yuan that he had prepared a long time ago, "The money is for you. When I go to university, my younger siblings will also spend money on studying. You Dad and I can buy some good clothes for ourselves, don’t be frugal and reluctant to spend, I still have some.”

The surprise came so suddenly, Ma Xiaoping was dumbfounded, she lowered her voice: "Tweety, where did you pick up so much money? What if the owner of the house comes to you?"