Chapter 54: Song Ci who made a mistake

Previous life.

The ending of my aunt’s family was better than that of Anting’s family.

Although my aunt also lost money on the property, she still had a husband who was a small leader and still had a job. Both of her children were admitted to prestigious universities and were considered successful in their studies.

Although my later life did not make any big waves, my level still remained at the average level, which was quite nourishing.

This is completely different from the Anting family.

Dad An is a junior high school graduate. Apart from collecting rent, he has nothing to do.

Once that building is gone, you will be completely reduced to the bottom floor. Later, under the paralysis of tobacco and alcohol, you will get sick and die with regret.

After the business failed, the two families had no contact with each other.

There is a saying in a certain movie that says, never partner up in business with your best friend or relative.

It’s okay if you win; it’s really embarrassing if you lose.

The scene returns to this moment.

Auntie took out a pot of ice-cold lemonade from the refrigerator. She should have made it herself, using winter honey and boiled water. Auntie has always been very particular about health preservation, and poured it for Song Ci and Anting who were sitting in the living room. Have a drink.

Then the question is - what would an elder talk about with two juniors who have just passed the high school entrance examination?

Of course it’s an exam situation.

"The results of the high school entrance examination will be released in a few days. What do you two think?" asked my aunt.

Speaking only a few words, his eyes wandered to his son not far away.

She is a strict mother. She had urged her son to evaluate his scores earlier, but she got a little wrong. She could not go to No. 1 Middle School or Experimental Middle School, but could only go to No. 2 Middle School.

No. 1 Middle School and Experimental Middle School are the best high schools in C City.

The second middle school can be regarded as third place, which is definitely not bad.

However, my aunt is still not satisfied. She has been a little depressed these days. It just so happened that Anting came today and she had to find confidence for her son.

Fu Peilin’s thoughts were similar. Although he fell over a little, he still maintained his confidence. The second middle school was not that bad. In front of Song Ci, he had to show off.

I want this super beautiful girl to see her own strength.

Song Ci was very polite, knowing that she was just an outsider, so she did not take the initiative and handed over the leadership to Anting, but just sat aside obediently.

An Ting took a sip of lemonade, naturally and confidently, and said: "Well, I didn't rate it, but it feels okay."

"Ha..."

Auntie and Fu Peilin said in unison, giving out a joking smile.

You can’t blame your aunt and cousin for looking down on others. Among the relatives, everyone can see Anting’s academic performance, which is very tragic.

This person says it’s okay, but does that mean going to a technical secondary school? Or perform at a super level and get admitted to a bottom high school?

Whether it is the former or the latter, they seem to be bad.

Mother and son have already made up their minds.

An Ting saw the contempt in their eyes and was not in a hurry to slap him in the face. In fact, he couldn't slap him in the face - after all, the scores have not been released. Is it convincing if you just blindly claim that you have passed the No. 1 Middle School? ?

My aunt pretended to comfort me: "It doesn't matter, just try your best. My Peilin didn't do very well in the exam, and he is below the standard. He probably can only go to No. 2 Middle School, but I will consider arranging an alternative for him. School."

Fu Peilin pretended not to care, but raised the volume, deliberately letting Song Ci hear it, and said: "You may not be able to pass the exam. As long as the Chinese and English composition scores can be higher, there is still hope. ."

Whether it is an English composition or a Chinese composition, the variables are always the biggest. If you perform better, you may really have an impact on No. 1 Middle School or Experimental Middle School.

Speaking of this, Fu Peilin glanced at Song Ci with a confident look, and said calmly, seemingly casually: "Classmate Song Ci, right? What about you..."

While talking, Fu Peilin felt that the name Song Ci was a bit familiar, and he felt like he had heard it somewhere.

Song Ci is not a person who likes to be in the limelight. Probably seeing that the mother and son despised Anting, she suddenly held back her breath and said: "So-so, there should be no problem in going to No. 1 Middle School. ”

She doesn’t like to see others looking down on Anting.

Upon hearing this, both my aunt and Fu Peilin were stunned for a moment.

When I first saw this girl, I was attracted by her appearance. I thought she was a vase, and she was just pretentious and not doing her job.

Unexpectedly

There are more than 20 junior high schools in City C, and No. 1 Middle School enrolls about 500 students every year. Ideally, this means that each junior high school should be at least the top 25. Only the best students can be admitted.

In this way, this girl is a top student.

When my aunt saw that her son could not control the situation, she moved out her better daughter. This was her usual routine and said: "That's awesome. Xiaoci and my daughter should have a lot in common. Topic."

My aunt has a son and a daughter. The son has just finished his high school entrance examination; the daughterHe is a high school student in an experimental middle school. This one is the real academic master. Fu Peilin can only be said to be an elite.

Song Ci smiled calmly and said: "If there is a chance..."

The conversation was almost over.

Anting still has invitations and cakes to send out.

Seeing this, the aunt asked her son to go downstairs and open the door. It was not a matter of politeness, but that someone on the first floor needed to lock the door with a key.

Fu Peilin was reluctant to open the door not long ago, maybe because he wanted to get in touch with Song Ci, but this time he was happy to accept it.

 Immediately afterwards.

A group of three people went downstairs together.

The three of them are all fifteen years old. Fu Peilin is one month older than Song Ci, and Song Ci is two months older than Anting.

However, Fu Peilin is 1.7 meters tall and belongs to the type of naughty boy. He is completely different from Anting, who is 1.75 meters tall. This person is a ruffian.

Fu Peilin is a reserved person. Although he has a good impression of Song Ci, he still pretends to be cold and cold. He just didn't talk to each other along the way. When he opened the door, he finally couldn't help it and said : "Song Ci, I may go to No. 1 Middle School in the future. We are all classmates, can you add me on QQ?"

I'll ask Anting to send it to you."

"Okay..." Fu Peilin could feel that the other party was not interested in him, but he couldn't force it. He was still a junior high school student, very thin-skinned and not used to death. Stalking.

After the two left, Fu Peilin still felt that the name Song Ci was familiar. He went upstairs again and returned home. He opened the door and looked at the certificate on the side of the living room.

The certificate at the top is the excellence award for last year’s city-wide all-around competition—a highly difficult comprehensive competition in Chinese, mathematics, and English. The top fifteen students were awarded in total.

Fu Peilin was very popular at that time, happened to be in fifteenth place, and won an excellence award.

This is the best result in his student career so far.

At this moment, Fu Peilin squinted his eyes, took a closer look, and suddenly remembered something - the first place in last year's all-around competition seemed to be named Song Ci.

In my junior high school, it was quite a sensation.

Our school takes the first place in the all-around competition every year. We are a private school, we are an elite junior high school, and we are an aristocratic junior high school. Only last year, we were snatched away by a girl from a township junior high school. Really Not a small thing.

　“Ah...that’s the person.”

　…

　When his business failed in his previous life, and when his father fell ill and passed away, Anting once resented his aunt's family so much that he wished to tear their family apart, always thinking that it was their family that had harmed him.

But as time goes by, Anting steps into society and faces the world alone, and his resentment gradually dissipates.

Although we can no longer be a family that loves each other, at least we don’t have that kind of bitterness and hatred.

How to say it?

No one wants the business to fail, and my aunt also suffered a serious loss.

There is no need for conspiracy theories. They have not teamed up with outsiders to defraud your family of their money. They are just good, not bad.

My father’s food is my food, my aunt’s food is my food, that’s it.

Be willing to admit defeat.

Anyway, in this life, we should treat the two families as relatives who have a good or bad relationship, keep a certain distance, and go around every year and festival to keep in touch with each other.

As for doing business together, let’s not do that.

The scene changes and returns to this moment.

An Ting and Song Ci were in the alley downstairs from their aunt. The sun was strong, so the motorcycle naturally had to be parked in the alley.

An Ting joked: "My cousin seems to like you very much."

"Hmm."

Song Ci is a precocious person. She is a girl and has outstanding talent and appearance. Although she is only in the third year of junior high school, she is already used to all kinds of confessions, so she can tell at a glance that Fu Peilin has a crush on her, but she is not cold to it.

In Song Ci’s eyes, Fu Peilin was just one of the countless wild bees and butterflies, and not worth mentioning.

“Then I will give him your QQ?” Anting continued to joke.

Song Ci said nonchalantly: "It's up to you, it's up to me to decide whether to add it or not."

"Oh..."

"Yes Come on, give me the car keys and I will be responsible for the way back." Song Ci skipped the topic of Fu Peilin. She was not interested in that person at all, but wanted to try riding a motorcycle.

Looking at Song Ci’s eagerness to try, Anting smiled and did not refuse. He handed her the car keys and turned into a verbose madman again, saying: "Remember to be careful."

“You are always like this, asking others to do things that you cannot do yourself.” Song Ci complained with a hint of dissatisfaction.

An Ting could not refute.

Perhaps with the blessing of being a reborn person, the young man is always very confident in himself, but does not let his friends take risks. He wants to keep one and four in his life.

Before getting on the bus, Anting asked: "Can you drive?"

In my mind, I had never seen this girl riding a motorcycle in my life, so I felt a little uneasy.

Song Ci rolled her eyes playfully and said, "You think I can't even drive such a simple car, right?"

Because it's a women's car Motorcycles don't even have gears. As long as you're tall enough and don't seek death, you can basically drive them casually, as long as you have the right hands.

An Ting felt that he was worrying too much and joked: "Come on, you are really a motorcycle!"

"You are a motorcycle!"

That year was still the period when the Wanwan idol drama took the mainland by storm, and everyone could understand this.

 Immediately afterwards.

Song Ci got on the car first and sat in front; Anting followed closely behind, holding on to the railing behind with both hands. There was thirty or forty centimeters between them, and he would not take advantage.

Song Ci drove steadily but slowly.

Anting observed for a while and felt that there was no need to hold the railing at the back, so he simply hung down naturally, holding his mobile phone in one hand to see whose house he would send invitations to next.

The picture should be peaceful.

But she never thought that Song Ci, who had always been smart, suddenly made a mistake. She must have been thinking about the boy who suddenly braked and rushed forward when he came. At the traffic light intersection in the center of the town, a man also came for a while. The brakes are obviously cramped.

The young man behind him didn’t expect it. He pounced forward involuntarily, subconsciously trying to grab something with his hands.

Then...

I caught a touch of softness.

"Hmph, when I asked you to drive me, you braked on purpose. Now it's my turn." Song Ci's smugness only lasted three seconds, and she found something touching herself.

　"Uh..."

She realized that she had made a mistake - the boy braked suddenly, and I went to hug him; I braked suddenly, and then he hugged me, and it seemed that I was at a disadvantage. it's me.

An Ting got an advantage and behaved well. He stopped his hand and complained: "Song Ci, are you an idiot?"

Song Ci blushed and bit her lip. : "Sooner or later I have to move out and stay away from you, a gangster!"

According to Song Ci's plan, she planned to wait until Aunt Song and Dad An's wedding was over, then move back to the community and be alone. live.

There are still some days left.

Really!

Having lived with this stinky guy Anting for a long time, even myselfI have become stupid.

An Ting whistled and muttered: "I have never thought of taking advantage. You forcefully stuff tofu into my mouth, and I have to eat it even if I don't want to eat it."
< br />　“Go to hell!”

　After that.

The two of them inevitably had a quarrel.

When it comes to quarrels, Anting is a sure winner.

It was updated at 12 o’clock last night, but this chapter was too ambiguous and was blocked for review

I revised it