Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

"When I had a fever just now, I vaguely remembered that I was not lost, but was picked up by traffickers. There was a girl I called my sister, about eight or nine years old. She took me outside, and then I was picked up by a man. I picked her up and ran to the car. I called her, but she ignored her and turned around and ran away very fast."

"Later, I don't know how I ran away from the traffickers and was picked up by Song Xiwen. In fact, I should thank Song Xiwen. After all, she saved me. Compared with the sister who pushed me into the fire pit in my memory, she actually fine."

This was another inside story that Jiang Yan didn't know about.

So Song Jiawen's disappearance that year was not an accident, but her family was up to something?

And the one who did the trick was an eight or nine-year-old girl?How bad of a person does this have to be to do something like this?
Eight or nine years old
Because of these bad memories, Song Jiawen is very reluctant to recognize her family, at least for now!
"Okay, if you don't admit it, don't admit it. Anyway, now you have a way to make a living, and you don't have to rely on anyone."

The two of them went out and walked back after eating.

It was already close to midnight, and Yunzhou, which had been hot all day, finally calmed down, and the breeze blew by, bringing some coolness.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and only occasionally would a car pass by, whizzing past.

Song Jiawen had left most of her luggage with Jiang Yan during the school break. During the two days she stayed at Song Xiwen's place, she only brought a small change of clothes.

Returning to his side now seems like a long-term residence.

Song Jiawen found her pajamas and went to take a shower. Before going in, she asked Jiang Yan, "I may stay here for a long time during the summer vacation. Do I need rent?"

Jiang Yan joked, "I won't refuse if you want to give it to me, but you can give it to me with a painting."

Who would have thought that Song Jiawen was really thinking seriously, "I charge one thousand for a painting now, so how much does your monthly rent cost here? Five hundred? I'm living in a shared house, so I shouldn't be able to charge that much."

Jiang Yan was speechless for a moment, "According to what you say, if I accept a painting from you, I have to pay you back?"

After feeling gloomy all night, Song Jiawen suddenly felt happy and entered the bathroom with the corner of her mouth slightly raised.
At 07:30 the next morning, Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan had breakfast outside, and then went to Song Xiwen's place to get her bag.

Song Xiwen specially waited for her at home today, and was relieved to see Jiang Yan following her.

She glanced at Jiang Yan and couldn't help but said, "Xiaoyan, your exam is over, why don't you go see your dad?"

Last time his third uncle went to see Boss Jiang, he didn't know what the two brothers talked about. After returning, there were rumors in the village, which were very unpleasant.

Among them was Jiang Yan, a son with a bad heart. After being picked up by his mother, he didn't even recognize his father.

Song Xiwen didn't see his mother coming to pick him up, but she didn't know what the rumors were about.

"It depends. I'll be free in a few days."

Jiang Yan replied nonchalantly, not knowing the rumors in Song Xiwen's mind.However, even if he knew, he didn't care.

But before leaving Yunzhou to go to college, he did plan to meet his father.

Seeing each other again after two lifetimes, some things had to be told to his father. He also wanted to see if the man who worked so hard for that family and those brothers and nephews who were so ungrateful would regret it.

I only mentioned a few words about Jiang Yan, but not much else about Song Xiwen.

She followed Song Jiawen to the bedroom, "After you left yesterday, I told my uncle that you were called away by your classmates and had a party at night. He didn't suspect it. Jia Jia, let's do this for now, okay? Uncle, he loves you so much."

Song Jiawen lowered her head to pack her clothes and school bag. She didn't say anything after hearing this. After all, she didn't want to let go of her uncle and grandma.

What's more, she doesn't plan to recognize her biological family now, so forget it, let's just say it if Song Xiwen doesn't want to talk about it. Anyway, she will treat her grandmother and uncle as her closest relatives in the future.

Song Jiawen's silence was taken as acquiescence by Song Xiwen. She was so happy that she stuffed another cigarette into her packed backpack and asked her to take it back to her uncle.The two took a ride back to Jianghai Town. As soon as they got off the bus, they heard someone calling them.

"Gaga."

"Jiang Yan."

Yang Dan and the others ran over from the shade of a tree not far away and hugged Song Jiawen, "I've been waiting for you. Let's take a walk and take pictures first. Then everyone is waiting for you to evaluate the score together."

I have a day off today and will start evaluating my scores and filling in my application form tomorrow.

Originally, there were only Class [-] of the Grade [-] students today, but when they heard that Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan were back, several other classes also came to join in the fun.

After taking a group photo of the first class, the second class also came up and asked to take a photo together, followed by the third class.
Everyone was laughing and joking, not feeling sad at all.

Jiang Yan saw that Song Jiawen was more active in taking photos with everyone than in No. [-] Middle School. It seemed that she was still close to Jiang Hai. After all, she had been here for nearly three years. Because of her young age, everyone in the class regarded her as a younger sister. I also take more care of her in daily life.

Not to mention the teachers at Jianghai Middle School, they all regarded her as a treasure.

After taking the belated graduation photos, everyone returned to the classroom laughing and joking. Suddenly someone asked, "Jia Jia, did you estimate the score? How much is it?"

The class suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Song Jiawen.

She tilted her head and smiled, "Just a quick estimate, it's about .730."

Hey!
Not talking about them, Old Yu staggered when he just walked to the door of the classroom and almost fell down.

This score, this score is enough to qualify for the top spot in the province.

Lao Yu's heart almost jumped out of excitement. Although, but... Song Jiawen finally transferred to City No. [-] Middle School, but after all, it was Jiang Hai who went out, and she was his student.
Old Yu circled twice at the door, and ran to the office without listening to other people's evaluations. He had to call the principal to inform him of the good news.

"What about you, Jiang Yan? How much do you estimate?"

On the way back, Jiang Yan checked his answers with Song Jiawen. He already had an idea of ​​his score, and he probably could go to Beijing University.

"I, I'm not good, I can't compare with Song Jiawen." Jiang Yan sighed slightly sadly, "It's just over seven hundred."

Students from Class [-]:
"Fuck, this bitch, beat him!"

Because after Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan went to No. [-] Middle School, they sent everyone a lot of test papers, notes, and some sorting out of difficult problems, so the senior students in Jianghai Middle School have made great progress during this period.

Especially Class [-], Grade [-].

Everyone worked hard to learn, of course not to compare with Song Jiawen, nor to be comparable to her.

Some boys in the class didn't want to be left too behind by Jiang Yan, a lunatic, but others saw this and worked extra hard.This is how the atmosphere of a class is driven up.

But I didn't expect
This guy won't get even crazier when he gets to No. [-] Middle School, right?

But after all, they are still happy that their friends can do well in the exam.

The final evaluation result was that at least two-thirds of the students in the class exceeded [-].

This chapter has been completely revised!