Princess Raising

Chapter 81 Chapter 81: Boys' feelings are always poetry

On the bus home, Luo Xue looked at Zhao Qing helplessly, "Brother Zhao Qing... Don't you feel tired when you take the bus to and from school every day?"

Zhao Qing said very calmly: "Grandpa once said that we must first learn to endure hardships before we can learn to enjoy happiness."

Luo Xue is silent. Is this called suffering? Is it called suffering?
After getting off the bus, Zhao Qing walked back home with her side by side.

In the past few months, Zhao Qing has been living with her and never mentioned the matter of letting them move back, but how could she not understand his thoughts.

Although he seemed indifferent, he was extremely considerate. He didn't want to embarrass her by saying such a thing, but he expressed it to her step by step with actions.

"Brother Zhao Qing." She whispered, "Let's go back."

Zhao Qing stopped and looked at her sideways. Under the setting sun, her fair and tender face seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, with a holy and charming radiance.

He felt that his eyes were attracted immediately, and he came back to his senses after a few seconds, and said softly, "Xiaoxue, have you decided?"

"Well, it's decided." She smiled sweetly, "You all want me and grandma to go back, we can't take Joe down like this anymore, as for Grandpa Zhao, I haven't seen him for a long time, it doesn't matter, he I'm getting older, so I should let it go."

Zhao Qing also smiled, "Okay, as long as you can figure it out."

After returning, Luo Xue told Zhou's mother about it, and Zhou's mother frowned and thought for a long time before nodding.

As a result, life returned to the way it was before, as if Mr. Zhao's incident had never happened.

Time flies, and soon it will be the Spring Festival three years later.

Luo Xue is nine years old and Zhao Qing is 14 years old.

This year coincides with the year when Zhao Qing is going to take the high school entrance examination.

For more than two years, Mr. Zhao never came to Zhao Zhihai's place again, and Zhao Qing only went there once a year during the summer vacation. Luo Xue didn't know exactly what happened and Mr. Zhao's attitude, and Zhao Qing never mentioned those things.

During the family cleaning during the Spring Festival, Luo Xue and Zhao Qing were in charge of mopping the floor of the living room, but Zhao Qing basically did it, and Luo Xue changed the water and so on.

The reason is simple: Zhao Qing dislikes her slow wiping.

She had to sit on the sofa beside him and not disturb his work.

Zhao Qing, who was originally concentrating on cleaning the floor, suddenly asked: "Xiaoxue, have you ever thought about studying abroad?"

Luo Xue pouted, and looked at him suspiciously, "Brother Zhao Qing, why do you ask that?"

"Just ask and see what you think in the future."

Luo Xue shook her head, "I don't want to study abroad, Brother Zhao Qing, you know, my English is not good."

Moreover, she always felt in her heart that foreign countries are all foreigners' countries, so what's the point of her going there.

"That's it..." Zhao Qing responded lightly, but didn't say good or bad.

"Then... Brother Zhao Qing, what about you? Do you want to study abroad?" Luo Xue asked with a smile.

A gleam of light flashed across Zhao Qing's eyes, should you study abroad...

He recalled his argument with the old man.

The old man hoped that he would go to a famous high school in S City for the children of high officials and apply for the military academy when he graduated from high school.

However, Zhao Qing disagreed. He had long known Mr. Zhao's thoughts on his training, but he had no interest in military academies, but was very interested in finance and business warfare. The life he yearned for was to go to Harvard to study after graduating from high school. Economics, not military school.

Naturally, like Zhao Zhihai, he had a fierce dispute with Mr. Zhao.

The end result is nothing.

"Maybe." Zhao Qing smiled lightly, "Maybe I want to, or I don't want to."

"Oh." She replied, since Zhao Qing obviously didn't want to talk, why did she ask.

But Zhao Qing's conversation suddenly changed, "Speaking of which, your English really needs to be improved, and it's not okay to always get so low in the test."

Her face froze, and she muttered: "It's not...how low."

Zhao Qing snorted twice, "Over 80, isn't that low? When I was in elementary school, I always got full marks in English. Even if you don't get a score, you should still get a score above 95."

"Brother Zhao Qing—" She put on a bitter face and dragged her voice coquettishly.

"It's not negotiable." He said categorically and mercilessly, "After the Spring Festival, I will give you extra lessons to see if you still study well."

"It's really autocratic and hegemonic." She whispered, in fact, she really has no talent for learning foreign languages.

Those English letters are like aliens in her eyes, it took her a long time to understand, and it is already very good to get more than 80 in the exam.

There are still some who fail in their class, she thought with luck.

It's a pity that this genius brother... still doesn't think that 80 is such a high score. In the eyes of genius brother, this score is very embarrassing, the person who loses him.

A lively New Year passed quickly.

Luo Xue was already in the second half of the fourth grade elementary school at this time.

Most of the elementary school students nowadays are very precocious, except of course Luo Xue, who is still very conservative in some aspects.

In the fourth grade of elementary school, her class teacher is still Liu Laosi, and her deskmate is still Wei Qian.

One afternoon after school, when Luo Xue and Wei Qian were in charge of cleaning, Wei Qian saw that everyone else in the classroom had left, so she grabbed Luo Xue by the hand and pulled her to her schoolbag, mysteriously. He took out a letter and handed it to her, saying, "Xiaoxue, this was given to you by someone else, take it home and take a good look at it."

Luo Xue blinked, and looked at the letter in front of her suspiciously.

A pale pink envelope with a slightly floral fragrance, and it seems that there are a few hearts painted on it. What is this?
In fact, another elementary school student would probably have recognized it long ago, but Luo Xue basically never cared about those things on weekdays, so...

It seems to be a letter. Since Wei Qian told her to take it back and read it, she should put it in her schoolbag first.

(End of this chapter)