After being reborn, I found out that my deskmate was secretly in love with me

Chapter 246 Happiness is a simple thing

Meng Ruohua on the other end of the phone was silent, frowning slightly, and swallowed the words.

When a child grows up, he will always have his own life. He will always have a girlfriend, and he will get married and have children in the future. When the son can make money on his own, he will be able to survive independently.

Suddenly, Meng Ruohua recalled the time when his son could not speak or walk, and his eyebrows stretched: "Is the money enough?"

"Enough. Mom, don't worry."

Lu Ming said calmly.Tao Xinyi, who was sitting next to her, looked a little cramped, fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks, sneaking glances at Lu Ming from time to time, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Meng Ruohua was a little disappointed, she was unable to help her son, and said: "I heard that the answer to the college entrance examination is out, you take the time to estimate the score, and tell your mother after the estimate. I think about it every day, and my heart is up and down, and I am afraid."

"I overestimated..."

Because Xinyi was still by his side, and because Lu Ming didn't want his mother to panic, he adjusted his Chinese expected score to above 120: "At least 690 points, maybe two or three points more. According to the previous years, you can Go to Beijing University."

Hearing "690" and "Beijing University", Meng Ruohua was startled, blinked constantly, and even wanted to slap himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

A year ago, her greatest hope for her son was to pass the exam, and it would be even better if he could have a preparation for sitting in an office.

Meng Ruohua fantasized and struggled with such words as "big rich", "getting ahead", "Jackie Chan and Phoenix" when she was young, but she and Lu Ming's father were the ones who bought a house with a mortgage and settled in the city. Biggest achievement.

She stopped studying in high school. Lu Ming's father only got a junior high school diploma, and his son would be satisfied if he could pass the exam.

Lu Ming's grades were not good when he was a child. He was admitted to Shanshui Middle School when he discovered his conscience in the third year of junior high school. I heard that the study committee members in the class at that time watched him study every day.

Meng Ruohua still remembered that the study committee member's surname was "Tao".

But even though he was admitted to Shanshui Middle School, his son's grades were still low.

How can two chickens give birth to a phoenix?
For some reason, it may be because of the ancestor’s apparition or the blessing of ghosts and gods, or the son’s prodigal son turned around. He stopped playing games and started to study. Although it is for "love", learning is always good.

Today, June 2014, 6, Meng Ruohua heard his son say, "I can be admitted to Beijing University."

How could a mother who was living a busy and tired life in a big city not burst into tears when she heard her son say that he could be admitted to the top university in the country?In Meng Ruohua's memory, his ancestors made hard money for the past three generations.

The silence was too long, so long that joy spread into tears, flowing over the inferior foundation on Meng Ruohua's face.

"Mom, why don't you talk?"

Meng Ruohua nodded unconsciously and said softly: "Have fun, relax, relax. If you need money, tell your mother. I..."

Her voice was a little choked up, but her eyes burst into uncontrollable ecstasy, even a little crazy: "Be careful, I'll tell your dad."

Lu Ming said yes, and when his mother hung up the phone, the sound of "beep" echoed in his ears.

Before his rebirth, he changed his mind in the second semester of his senior year of high school, but it was already too late. Moreover, he had never experienced the hardship of making money. He did not study hard enough and was far from working as hard as he is now.

More than three months of hard work made him improve by more than 50 points, 27 points higher than the first line. He applied to the local University of Posts and Telecommunications, with a college entrance examination score of 545 points, compared with 518 points for the first line.

Now, even without a Chinese score, he still has a score of 569, which is 24 points higher than before his rebirth.

There was a saying before that "In addition to general science, if I tear up a test paper, I can also pass the exam", now that I think about it, Lu Ming can also say this sentence.He picked up the rice bowl, put the fried liver tip on the rice, pulled it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "This restaurant is delicious."

"Ah."

Tao Xinyi swallowed the loofah in her mouth, and said softly, "Did your parents call you home?"

"Don't tell me to go home, tell me to relax, have fun, and be safe."

"Then... where are we going to play?"

Tao Xinyi's chopsticks rested on the side of the ceramic bowl, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, she lowered her eyes and said, "Are you going to my house to play? Forget it, I don't want to go back, it doesn't matter where, I don't want to go back. They're gone, and I'm not here."

Lu Ming put his hand on hers: "How about going to the zoo? I remember there is a zoo nearby."

"Okay... just go to the zoo! I don't care, if your parents don't urge you to go home, you can stay with me."

Tao Xinyi lowered her eyes, held the bowl, picked up the white rice with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. She chewed it slowly, tasting the slightest sweetness, and thought of "salivary amylase".

The aftermath of the college entrance examination is that I can think of various knowledge points from time to time.There is salivary amylase in the human mouth, which can hydrolyze starch into sugar with a smaller molecular weight, which will be sweet.

You have to stay with me forever, forever, even if I die, you can't die...

After coming out of the restaurant, Tao Xinyi pestered Lu Ming to the small shop in front of the Children's Art Primary School to buy spicy sticks.

Although some branded spicy strips are healthier to eat, she still misses the [-] cents a pack at the school gate.

At that time, Mr. Tao Xinyi and Lin Xuan shared a pack of spicy strips, not because they couldn’t afford a second pack of spicy strips, but two people shared a pack of spicy strips, so it was not so unhealthy to eat alone.

At the door of the small shop, she saw a little girl with a ball head tied buying spicy sticks—that little girl was Wang Siyu.

After Wang Siyu bought the spicy strips, he shared one with Lin Yi at the school gate.

Tao Xinyi thought it was fun, so Yang Luming and her stood under the shade of a tree and shared spicy noodles, which they dubbed "Reminiscence of Childhood".

There was not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind, and the midday sun was fierce. The old banyan tree stood there listlessly, casting shade to protect Tao Xinyi's skin from tanning.

The red oil from Latiao stained her fingertips red, and Lu Ming took out a napkin to help her wipe it off.

Not long after, Tao Xinyi twisted the spicy sticks and put them into her mouth. Sometimes she ate them herself, sometimes she fed them to Lu Ming. As midsummer approached, the cicadas began to chirp enthusiastically.

Wu Lixiang, a thin black woman, wrapped her child on her back with a big red blanket and begged along the street with numb eyes. She also held an iron bowl and a sack to pick up garbage. After picking up the garbage, she could sell it.

There are quite a few fifty cents, one yuan, five yuan in her iron bowl, and the largest denomination is 50 yuan with oil stains on it.

Truth be told, she's so good with her hands that no one would give her money without a weak child on her back and stories of "the child is sick" in her mouth.

In this city, there is a place that is extremely bustling and bright lights are on at night, but there are children with missing hands and feet and shabby clothes sitting on the ground with bowls.

Many, many people passed by...

Few people stopped, as if seeing them was a terrible thing.

When Lin Yi saw Wu Lixiang holding the bowl, he looked away, he had no money and no obligation to sympathize with others, but Wang Siyu's voice came from his ear.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bought spicy sticks."

　In a prosperous city, has anyone seen that kind of person, that kind of extremely unlucky person?

　　They are under your feet, alive.

　　I have always been an indifferent person, and I will never help a person because he is pitiful. If he yells twice, I am reluctant to leave and will look at him twice.

　　When I touch the money in my pocket, I will think of my embarrassing life, lift my feet, and leave.

　　To this day, I still feel sad for my indifference, and then I still do nothing, comforting myself "I can't do anything, I don't have money, what can I do"?
　　In the next chapter, I will add a real story to express my shock and nostalgia.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)