i was my mistake

I have to admit that she really doesn't have the talent for learning.

But as an adult, she knows very well that sometimes she has to push herself, so she can only grit her teeth and learn desperately.

Unable to concentrate for a long time, she took several deep breaths, even if it was forced, she still had to stuff some of this knowledge into her head.

In the future, many people will say that learning cannot change destiny.

Perhaps in a future society with solidified classes, it is indeed difficult to change one's destiny through learning.

But in the 90s, learning well can bring a vast new world.

That is a future that is definitely worth the effort.

Zhao Jinyu finally wrote out all the topics, and she did it again herself. After finishing writing, she put it aside and walked to Hua Yinyin's side to rest leisurely.

Hua Yinyin was sitting beside the big round bed, carefully scribbling on the drawing board.

It looks like oil painting techniques, but not so complicated.

Coincidentally, when Zhao Jinyu approached, her hair rope suddenly broke, and the ponytail tied behind her head suddenly came loose.

She hastily put down the oil pastel and covered the scattered hair with her arm, but a few still touched the canvas, stained with a little green color.

She took out a black hair rope from her pocket, bit it gently with her small mouth, and combed her hair back slowly with both hands, then tied the hair rope and tied the ponytail again.

Before she could continue painting, the hair rope broke again.

Tears immediately filled her eyes, as if she had been hit by the broken hair rope.

"what's wrong?"

"The hair rope, the hair rope is gone..."

"I have."

"Broken, broken twice..." She bit her lips tightly, with an aggrieved expression as if she had been bullied by a hair rope.

"It's okay, let me tie it for you?"

"Ok!"

"Have a hairstyle that doesn't come off easily... um." Zhao Jinyu took out a small comb that she carried with her from the pocket of her jacket, and gently combed her long hair, "How about two braids?" Sample?"

"it is good……"

Hua Yinyin sat upright, as nervous as if her hair was being combed by a teacher.

But her body didn't stay stiff for too long, because Zhao Jinyu's technique was very skillful, and she quickly tied up the braid, and even tried to shake it lightly: "Mmm——this way it's no problem!"

"Thank you sister."

"It's nothing, what are you drawing?"

"I'm drawing...sisters." She stuck out her pink tongue a little embarrassedly, "Mm...drawing, drawing is not very good."

"Let me see, let me see? Oh - this feeling is pretty good."

"Really?"

"Of course, but are we all close together?"

"Um……"

Hua Yinyin didn't answer, but looked at Wan Qing and Ye Chen with some embarrassment.

In fact, the two did get together.

"What are you doing, can you go over there!"

"I also want to say that your hand is blocking my right hand from writing..." Ye Chen looked helpless, "You don't want the villain to sue first."

"It's obvious that you are getting closer and closer, so you should wear more clothes when it's cold."

"Obviously it's my position, so it's a little bit better..."

"Childish brat."

"Who the hell is naive!!"

The two were arguing, and for some reason they moved their hands. Ye Chen didn't dare to use force, but Wan Qing pinned him down on the bed, and the two rolled together—by the way, Zhao Jinyu was also involved.

In fact, it's just a mess.

Ye Chen escaped to the living room to drink some water at some point, and the exhausted Wan Qing and Zhao Jinyu lay close together, panting.

"Huh...ha——"

"Hush, whoosh..."

The two suddenly looked at each other, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Let's have a pillow fight next time, shall we?"

"...It's not a child anymore."

"You obviously had a good time just now, didn't you?"

"I'm just venting my emotions, okay, otherwise I'm really going to be driven crazy by this topic..."

"Does it really feel difficult?"

"Yes."

"...Actually, I think it's quite simple."

"Of course I can't compare with you!"

"It's better to try to figure out the reason for the question. The question must be to test some knowledge points. If you understand this, you will know which part of the knowledge to use, and you won't be like a blind person who can't figure out the way."

"I want to do that too, but it's so difficult..." Wan Qing sat up again with a grunt, and found Hua Yinyin who was staring at them in a daze, "Yinyin, what's the matter? Is the painting finished?"

"No, no..." She shook her face flushed vigorously, turned around in a hurry, faced her drawing board, and said to herself in a voice not much louder than a mosquito, "So this is what we need to do to increase our relationship. ……"

……

83. December

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of December.

Studies are getting busy.

Even though Yinjiang High School still doesn't arrange evening self-study, Wan Qing and Ye Chen will still study until late after returning home every night after finishing their homework.

Not only Zhao Jinyu would set questions for them, but the two would also set questions for each other. The speed of progress was not very fast, but it was improving slowly.

Daily life is to get up in the morning to wash and cook, clean up, and then go to class, cook and clean the room after returning home, continue to do questions after taking a shower, and write until eleven or twelve o'clock in one breath.

Wan Qing felt as if she had become a real student, and that period of failed life became distant in a trance.

This is already the number of days of uninterrupted learning.

During this period of time, even if it was a weekend, neither of them was lazy. It was really not a waste of time, and they had to learn when they had the opportunity.

The feeling of self-discipline is certainly a kind of fulfilling pleasure, but after a long time, the spirit is indeed a little tired.

So when the alarm clock rang, although both of them opened their eyes, they closed them tacitly after they met each other.

"Sleep a little longer..."

"Well...Anyway, I'm going home today, let's count it...rest."

"Rest..." Ye Chen turned over and retracted half of his face from the cold air into the bed.

But soon, the ringing of the phone pulled the two of them out of their sleep again.

"You go pick it up..." Wan Qing covered her face with a pillow, as if she wished she could escape to the empty door and sleep.

"Ah... sleepy..."

"who is it……"

"Dad..."

"..." Wan Qing didn't answer. She fell asleep again in that short second, and woke up suddenly three seconds later. After a while on the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey, is it a daughter?"

"Uh, it's me."

"Haha, I've been busy these days, so I don't have time to contact you—do you remember what day it is?"

"Today?" Wan Qing looked up at the calendar, and it still had the date of November NO.30 on it. It seemed that no one would tear it up since December.

"Today is December 22, haha, the day my mother and I get married!"

"Oh-oh-!! Wait--is it over with you, or is it not yet the 22nd?"

"Huh? It's already morning here, it's 07:30 in the morning."

Wan Qing glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, the time here was also 07:30.

Something changed again - originally, if it was my father calling in the morning, it would be night here, but if it was calling in the evening, it would be morning instead.

Is it because of the wedding?

Wan Qing fell into deep thought.

Of course, in this kind of thing, she could at most notice the change, but she couldn't figure out why it changed.

"I have to pick up the bride later. I came here early in the morning to prepare the gifts for you first."

"Oh...a gift." Wan Qing vaguely remembered that her father had said this—recently, she had used all her mind to study, so her memory for other things was not so good.

"Yes, I put it in this pawn shop. I bought it for 20 years and kept it for [-] years. Haha, I wonder if you can receive it!"

Wan Qing doubts that the store still exists.

"This store is an old store. It has been open for four or fifty years. It should be no problem. The location is - I don't know if you have changed the place name by then. Anyway, it's pretty easy to find. It's near the first hospital in the city. You If you can’t recognize the way there, just ask the owner of the nearby shop where the ‘Golden Flower Pawn Shop’ is.”

"Golden Flower Pawnshop...wait a minute!" Wan Qing hurried back to the bedroom to take out a pen and paper, "Near the No. [-] Hospital in the city, and the Golden Flower Pawnshop?"

"Yes, golden gold, flower of flowers."

"it is good……"

"I hope you can receive this wedding gift, haha—" I can tell that today's father is very happy, smiling all the time.

He must be looking forward to the wedding too.

Wan Qing could already feel the impatience in his tone.

Thinking about it carefully, although there will always be a calm filter for the father, but at this time the father is only in his early twenties, just a young man who has just grown up...

Thinking of this, the image of the father on the other end of the phone seemed to be slowly becoming younger.

Wan Qing seemed to have seen an energetic young man arrange the last thing to do, and couldn't wait to fly to the wedding scene.

"Then Dad, today you..."

"A child fell into the river!"

"what?"

"I'll die first! It's important to save lives!"

"okay."

"Pa-ta." The phone was hung up quickly, and before that, Wan Qing seemed to have heard the news of her father rushing out.

Hearing the busy tone of 'beep' coming from the phone, she couldn't help but look back at... her father who was decadent on the sofa.

They are obviously the same person, but their states are completely different.

"Huh..." She yawned heavily, straightened up slowly, raised her numb right leg, and limped back into the bedroom, "Don't sleep, get up. "

"Uh um..."

"Today is Dad's wedding, let's get the gift he 'sent' to us from the past."

"what?"

"It can be regarded as participating in my parents' wedding." She put on the clothes on her body, "It's getting colder and colder recently, so I must buy some warm clothes and come back."

"Um……"