The life of a scholar of the system vase girl

Chapter 77

I started to take out the Chinese test paper again and started to answer.

At this time, Mother Song, who had finished cleaning up the housework, stood at Song Jiaran's doorway and watched Song Jiaran study so hard. Suddenly, she sighed softly, and the light in her eyes seemed to be flickering.

"Ran Ran, you've done so many test papers, let's rest." Mother Song walked to Song Jiaran's side, looked at the several test papers in Song Jiaran's hand, and said softly.

Song Jiaran looked at Song's mother standing beside her, and said with a smile: "Mom, no need, I'm not tired at all. I think it's very interesting to do test papers now. I can do it. I feel very fulfilled."

Listening to her daughter's words, Mother Song couldn't help looking at Song Jiaran in surprise. She knew her daughter's character, and her daughter would not tell such lies to her, but her daughter could do all these test papers?This, this is too incredible!
Her daughter was a child with poor academic performance since she was a child. Other children can take the double hundred exam, but their family's Ran Ran will not be among the children with double hundred.

Mother Song thought so, and picked up the test paper that Song Jiaran had put beside her. She looked at the test paper, although she didn't understand it very well, but when she looked at her daughter's handwriting, she realized that her daughter seemed to have a lot of problems. Big changes, and do I care too little about my daughter?
She looked at the test paper, the neat and beautiful font. Of course, if she knew calligraphy, she would have recognized that it was lower script, and it was also the hairpin lower script that is rarely seen by ordinary calligraphers.

"Ran Ran, when did you practice this word so well?" Mother Song looked at Song Jia Ran suspiciously, and asked in surprise.

Seeing that her mother finally saw her changes, Song Jiaran said very happily: "Mom, because I have been studying very seriously recently, and I also bought copybooks to practice, and then my handwriting has changed. It looks much better."

"That's it, your small and exquisite font is really beautiful." Mother Song praised without hesitation.

Listening to Song's mother's praise, Song Jiaran narrowed her happy eyes. She smiled and said, "Really, this is the first time I've heard my mother perform me, something other than ballet."

Listening to Song Jiaran's words, Song's mother couldn't help being startled. Looking at her daughter's carefree and happy smile, she suddenly felt that she had done something wrong, but when she thought of her ballet dream, she thought Seeing her daughter's talent higher than her own, she couldn't help suppressing the weirdness in her heart, telling herself in her heart that her choice was the right one, and that Dodo became a ballet dancer is the best. way out.

"Mom? Mom?" Seeing Mama Song staring at her in a daze, Song Jiaran couldn't help looking at Mama Song with some doubts.

Mother Song came back to her senses at this moment, she smiled gently at Song Jiaran, and said, "Ah, Mom was distracted just now, did you say anything, Ranran?"

"No, Mom, what were you thinking just now? Your expression just now was so serious." Song Jiaran winked at Song's mother playfully, and said with a smile.

Mother Song stroked Song Jiaran's beautiful black hair, and said softly, "I didn't think about anything, I just felt that our family's Ranran is really getting more and more beautiful..."

Listening to Mama Song's praise, Song Jiaran happily said to Mama Song, "Do I resemble my mother when I was young?"

"You are much prettier than your mother when she was young." Song's mother patted Song Jiaran on the head and said intimately.

Song Jiaran pouted, and said coquettishly: "No, I think my mother was prettier than me when she was young, and my mother is the most beautiful."

Seeing Song Jiaran hugging her waist and acting like a spoiled child, Mother Song gently patted Song Jiaran on the back, and said with a smile, "You child..."

Mother Song looked at Song Jiaran's happy smile for the last time, hesitated to speak, and finally left Song Jiaran's room without saying anything.

If Ran Ran did not pass the examination of the Royal Academy of Ballet, then she would let her daughter choose her own path in life.

However, if it passes...

Mother Song turned her head, looked in the direction of Song Jiaran's room, with a smile on her face, and looked at Song Jiaran's door with gentle eyes.

Even if she wanted her daughter to hate herself, she would send her daughter to England.

But Song Jiaran, who didn't know anything about it, was struggling for her dream. She wished she could break one hour into two hours and use it for four hours.

Soon, Song Jiaran became very serious. Unknowingly, she went from morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon. At six o'clock in the evening, Song Jiaran took a rest.

(End of this chapter)