Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Mother He was pregnant with twins. During the prenatal checkup, one of the babies had a very weak fetal heart rate, while the other was growing strong and absorbing nutrients.

At that time, the He family thought of many ways, hired famous doctors and used famous medicines to barely save the child's life until the time of delivery.

Unexpectedly, during childbirth, due to dystocia and massive hemorrhage, He's mother stayed in the delivery room for a whole day, in such pain that she almost passed out.

Of the two children, only one remained, and the other was too weak and suffocated to death in the stomach.

No one dared to tell her the news, although she would know sooner or later.

But the strange thing is that Mother He didn't ask anything after waking up, as if she never knew that there were two children in her belly.

So everyone tacitly kept silent and just quietly held a funeral for the dead child.

In the first few years, mother He devoted double love to He Shu, and she had never been so kind to the other two children as she was to He Shu.

Until one day in a dark corner of the ancestral hall, she accidentally found the tablet of the dead child.

Later, when He Shu was five years old, he saw that scene.

rejection and resistance.Anger and guilt are twisted into a rope, one end of the rope is tied to Xiao Heshu, and the other end is tied to He Mu herself.

From beginning to end, only she refused to let go of herself.

Then it gave the opportunity to those who are willing to take advantage of it.

When Shen Xinglan said the word twins, Wang Ping's face dimmed like a candle that was blown out suddenly. She was spread out in the seat, sweating profusely, as if she had been fished out of the water.

Noticing the abnormal situation here, the waiter quickly took a rag to clean up, cleaned up the table, and quickly took away the coffee cup.

Wang Ping stared blankly at the waiter, unable to utter a word.

She knew, he really knew everything.

He Jiayun was still trying to save the situation, cursing: "Is this your business? Your grades are so poor, no wonder your mother doesn't like you, why He Yu was selected, why..."

He hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a gust of wind slid past his ear, and immediately he was slapped on the cheek!

Wang Ping raised her eyebrows and sternly shouted, "You idiot, shut up!"

In the eyes of outsiders, He Jiayun is physically strong and used to doing farm work, while Wang Ping is exquisite and good at making arrangements. The two are a typical family model in which the man dominates the outside and the woman dominates the inside.

In fact, among them, Wang Ping is the one who really decides and has the right to make decisions. He Jiayun only needs to be responsible for cooperation and execution.

No matter big or small, as long as you listen to her, you will be right.

He Jiayun was stunned by the slap, and he grinned for a long time without closing his mouth. It was this slap that made him realize the seriousness of the matter, and he shut up resentfully.

Shen Xinglan played with the business card in his hand, and when the two of them calmed down a little, he said in a timely manner: "Now there is an opportunity in front of you, do you want to?"

This seems like a question, but Wang Ping is very clear that there is only one option.

Other than that, there is no other way.

After explaining everything, Shen Xinglan walked out of the coffee shop, and when he returned to school, the class bell just rang.

Unbiased, 10 minutes is just right.

What he didn't know was that someone sitting next to their table in the coffee shop listened with interest.

In the evening, the temperature dropped sharply, it rained for no reason, and the strong wind blew the trees tottering.

The cold dew has passed, and the frost is coming.One step closer to winter.

At the scene of the Jinlu Cup, the competition channel has been closed, and the judges are divided into groups for selection.

Painting is something that requires talent, and talented people are often a minority.

After correcting hundreds of drawings, a certain female teacher from X University rubbed her eyes, showing fatigue: "The level of this class is very average."

The topic of the scene this time is love, and many people fall into routines, which is also a drawback of exam-oriented education.

What art creation needs most is imagination and creativity.

As she said that, she clicked on the next one, originally thinking that it was neither out of the ordinary nor brilliant, but she didn't expect this one to catch her eyes.

"The works I corrected are pretty good," said the teacher sitting across from her with a smile, "especially the one I'm looking at, the first prize is definitely no problem."

"Really?" Teacher X raised his eyebrows, "I also changed it to the first first prize today."

The teacher of X University has always been known for being strict, and it is as difficult as reaching the sky to tell the first prize from her mouth.

Everyone was curious and gathered around them to watch the judging.

But they soon discovered that the two paintings were quite good, they could be called magical strokes, they were unforgettable, and they were indistinguishable from each other.

The judging time will take ten days, and this time is also the time that He Yu and He Jiayun and his wife have agreed to let them make a big fuss at the school gate.

Unexpectedly, they waited and waited and waited for a long time to see any movement from them.

In He Yu's plan, as long as He Shu has an accident, he will be hit hard and his state will be greatly affected. At that time, he will take the opportunity to send him to the countryside to recuperate and relax.

In Quande City, however, the birthday party was held normally, and everyone would only remember young master He Jiaxin, not He Shu.

He had no choice but to call He Jiayun and his wife again.