Save the Bachelor of Heaven

   Chapter 985 987 [Poor life]

   After school in the afternoon, Xiang Nan returned home.

  His home is an old tube building, built in the late 1970s and early 1980s, and the unit was allocated welfare housing.

   It has stood upright for decades, but it has long been dilapidated, and everything is rotten everywhere. In particular, broken water pipes downstairs often lead to water flooding downstairs.

  Chu Tiankuo's father and mother quarreled with the upstairs neighbors countless times over this, but the problem still could not be resolved.

   After all, the maintenance of old buildings requires a lot of money. And so far, those who still live in this kind of old tube building are basically poor people with little money.

  So even if the throat is broken, it’s okay if you can’t get the money.

  After returning home, Xiang Nan took the time to do his homework.

   For him, it really shouldn't be too simple, just like a college student doing homework for a primary school student.

   In less than an hour, after finishing all the homework, Xiang Nan started cooking for his family.

  Chu Tiankuo’s parents were laid off in the late 1990s. After being laid off, they rented a stall in the vegetable market to sell fish.

  At 8:30, Mom and Dad came home.

  Xiang Nan brought the food, and the family began to eat.

  During the meal, mom and dad were arguing about each other's mistakes while calculating today's income.

  For example, my father forgot to tie two rubber bands when selling flower crabs; my mother forgot to add water when selling pippi shrimp; my father forgot to steal the fish when selling live fish...

   Speech and conversation are full of deceit and deceit, and pennies and pennies.

  Xiang Nan was speechless after hearing this.

  Born into such a family, Chu Tiankuo has not collapsed yet, so he is still strong.

  …

   After eating, Xiang Nan washed the pot and washed the dishes, then returned to his room, took out a pen and paper and wrote the first line - "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

  The reason why Chu Tiankuo has low self-esteem and dare not fall in love with Ling Xiangqian, in the final analysis, is because of his poor family background, which makes him dare not take a wrong step.

  As Chen Xiaozheng, who is also from a poor background, said, my life is a building that can only be built once.

  That's why, when he held hands with Ling Xiangqian and was hit by Director Pan, he was eager to deny the relationship between the two, and even blamed Ling Xiangqian for everything.

  When taking the self-enrollment exam, they are also worried about missing the chance of admission, and dare not give up the exam like Lin Yang, Jiang Chuan, and Yu Zhouzhou to find Ling Xiangqian.

   Therefore, if Xiang Nan wants to help Chu Tiankuo, the first thing is to improve his family's financial situation.

  Writing novels is his forte, and "Ghost Blowing Lantern" is a super IP, a sharp weapon for attracting money.

   It was originally a novel serialized on the Tianya Forum in 2006 by Tianxia Bashang. Now it's 2004, and "Ghost Blowing Out the Lantern" hasn't come out yet, so it's the right time for Xiang Nan.

  Xiang Nan wrote quickly, from nine o'clock to twelve o'clock.

   Then wash up, do Baduanjin, and then go to bed to rest.

   Sleep until seven o'clock, get up, and eat alone.

  At this moment, my parents have already gone out to catch the fish. The most important thing in selling fish is the freshness of the catch, so at four o'clock in the morning, I have to go to the pier to load the goods, which is a very hard livelihood.

  …

   After eating, Xiang Nan changed his clothes and took the bus to school, even giving up a seat to the elderly on the way.

   Along the way, his handsome face really attracted a lot of attention.

  Go back to school and enter the class.

   "Tiankuo, have you heard that Ling Xiangqian also wants to forward the text." Weekend shouted to Xiang Nan.

  Xiang Nan was taken aback, then nodded.

   "You heard, when?" Weekend asked in surprise, he just found out.

   "You told me just now." Xiang Nan smiled and said.

   Zhou weekend clapped his hands and laughed, Xiang Nan's answer was wonderful.

  Xiang Nan returned to his seat and sat down, then recited English words in a low voice.

  Actually, for him, these words don’t need to be memorized at all, they are all stored in his mind.

  But Chu Tiankuo is the monitor of class one, the teacher's favorite, and the students' role model. He has always been strict with himself. It has become a habit to work hard and never let go of academic qualifications.

  Xiang Nan just arrived, so it's not good to break the rules rashly.

   What's more, he actually misses the days when he didn't have to think about anything and only needed to work hard to get a sense of accomplishment.

  Out of the society in the future, there will be many things that are worthless and exhausted.

  During the period, the representatives of each subject collected homework, some students came to ask questions, and the student council checked the classroom hygiene... It was chaotic until eight o'clock, when the class bell rang, and the class officially started.

  It is now the first ten days of July, seven days before the end of the term.

   "Students who are interested in transferring texts, please hand in the Arts and Sciences subdivision form as soon as possible." Teacher Zhang Feng reminded again, and then the class began.

  …

  After class, both Yu Zhouzhou and Ling Xiangqian handed in their subject forms.

  Seeing that both of them transferred to liberal arts, the students couldn't help talking.

   "Why did Ling Xiangqian retweet?"

"To escape the pressure, you see how hard she works and works so hard every day, we are all exhausted for her. If she transfers to the liberal arts class, she can pinch a few soft persimmons. Maybe she will get all the recommended spots. "

   "Then why does Yu Zhouzhou want to transfer the text? Does she also want to go to the liberal arts class to squeeze persimmons?"

   "How can she go to the liberal arts class to soften the persimmons? The hard persimmons in the science classes have been softened by her. I think she thinks that science is not challenging anymore, so she changed the track to play."

   The big guys made a vowed discussion.

  Ling Xiangqian was naturally upset when she heard this.

  Her grades are not as good as Yu Zhouzhou's, but they are not as bad as she said. Why did she transfer to the liberal arts class, just to squeeze the persimmons, making her bully the good and fear the evil, like a villain, really hateful!

  …

   "They all said that about me, which made me not want to go." At noon, in the library, Ling Xiangqian complained to Xiang Nan again.

   "Don't be angry. I've heard a saying, don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes." Xiang Nan persuaded with a smile, "It's their fault that they arrange you behind your back.

  But because of these irresponsible words, you want to give up the plan to repost, I think it is unnecessary. Transferring to liberal arts is good for you, don't give up so easily. "

   "Well, you can always say such reasonable things." Ling Xiangqian nodded with a smile after listening.

  In her heart, she has actually said the words to explain herself countless times.

What [no one speaks behind anyone's back, no one speaks behind anyone's back], [go your own way, let others talk about it], [listen to the cricket cricket, don't farm the land], but I still don't feel happy pimples.

  But Xiang Nan solved her knot with just a few words.

  【Don’t punish yourself with other people’s mistakes】What a philosophical statement.

   "By the way, how do you plan to spend your summer vacation?" Ling Xiangqian asked expectantly again.

   "Should be able to read at home." Xiang Nan thought for a while.

   "You are so self-disciplined, the holidays are just for studying." Ling Xiangqian praised, "Then I can still call you, and ask you out for fun occasionally?"

   "Of course." Xiang Nan nodded with a smile.

  Ling Xiangqian laughed happily when she heard this.

  (end of this chapter)