Old Mrs. Song sobbed and cursed: "You bastard! What are you doing?"

Wei Qian said lies and didn't even write a draft: "A friend of mine has some ways, so he dragged me into the group and transported some goods to the south. He ran several big trucks..."

Old Mrs. Song: "You fart, why don't you pee and look at your face?"

"I..." Wei Qian couldn't help but make her happy, "Do you know how long we will run on the road in a day? The big truck is on the highway for more than ten hours a day, eating and sleeping in the car, and the wind and sun are exposed. Who can have a good face? I haven't become an immortal yet."

Old Mrs. Song looked at him suspiciously.

"Really." Wei Qian made a mistake like the real thing. "The third brother has gone too. If you don't believe me, ask him. The goods we brought from the factory in Guangdong went directly to the north and sold the price several times. What is the labor fee worth for me for a few thousand yuan?"

Anyway, Sanpang will make a fool of himself.

Old Mrs. Song was a little skeptical. After a while, she said, "Then... then you lift the clothes and I'll see. People say there is a hole in the back of the kidney selling waist."

After saying that, she was going to take off Wei Qian's clothes by herself.

Wei Qian jumped up from the ground and took a big step back: "What are you doing? Men and women don't kiss each other! You are so old, should you have some face?"

The old lady Song heard that he was getting less and less sensible. She rolled up a book and slapped it on Wei Qian's body: "I made you fool around, and you made you unhonest..."

After a slap, she finally forgot to strip Wei Qian's clothes. This level has been passed.

As the summer vacation passed quickly, Song Xiaobao's incompetent thing began to make up for his homework again, Sanpang often came around for a walk, and Old Mrs. Song went out to sell things during the day, and the three of them occupied a corner, reading their own books, quietly, as if their home, which was loud and loud, had become a big study room, full of academic atmosphere.

Sometimes, Sanpang feels uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

Wei Qian changed into a clean white T-shirt, his hair was neatly tidy. When he was focused, the gloom between his eyebrows would dissipate, and he looked like an ordinary middle school student.

In September, he finally returned to the campus where he had been away from for more than three years and started his high school life with full and simple rules.

Every morning, he first rode his bicycle to take Old Mrs. Song to the place where he sold eggs, then took one corn and one egg from her pot, and took it to school for food. After eight classes a day, he quickly ran out of the school during dinner time, rode his bicycle to take Old Mrs. Song home, and then took some food from home to school to catch up for evening self-study.

There was an adult who could take care of the family, and Wei Qian took down more than half of the burden, and he was grateful to his grandmother in his heart.

In fact, Wei Qian had not finished his first year of high school, but in order to save time, he went directly to the second class of high school led by Teacher Li. Although he had been reading books during the summer vacation, his first monthly exam was still not ideal and he barely entered the middle and lower reaches.

However, Wei Qian didn't think it was a big deal. If he didn't rank at the bottom, he could still keep up. By the time of the mid-term exam, he had already risen from the middle and lower reaches to the middle and upper reaches.

His study is as dedicated as when he is a thug when he is a thug. He has achieved remarkable achievements. The so-called "hard work" means to get up to five o'clock in the middle of the night, and to read books more than others, and do more questions than others?

This "suffering" method is nothing to Wei Qian.

During the final exam, Wei Qian completely rose from the middle and upper reaches to the upper reaches, becoming an easy-going and taciturn student in the school... This was still an unimaginable identity half a year ago.

Unfortunately, he was the only one in the family at home. Old Mrs. Song worked in small business every day and was so busy that she went out early and returned late. No one dared to ask about his achievements. Wei Qian felt that he seemed too showy and undermined the majesty of his head of the family.

But it really made him feel bad.

It was not until the New Year that Mr. Song sent them red envelopes, cooked dumplings, and at the dinner table, he remembered to ask Wei Qian: "Brother, how are you studying? What's the exam?"

Wei Qian held his first New Year's money in his life, and said casually: "You're too busy with your care."

Old Mrs. Song laughed happily and scolded him: "Baby, speak human words!"

Wei Qian then pretended to be light and reported his grades and rankings, as if they were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning. She insisted on asking, so she reluctantly said it.

Old Mrs. Song's hand that stirred the boiling water in the dumpling pot suddenly stopped. After a while, she asked carefully: "Then... is this enough to get into college?"

Students in key high schools never take "get-in-university" seriously, and their goal is to get into the "best university" as much as possible.

However, Old Mrs. Song has had limited cultural people. She usually treats her as a service to another class and never expects that there will be a "class" in her family.

"Going to college" in her mind was a humble and out of reach.

Wei Qian casually said "um".

Old Mrs. Song was so excited that she couldn't express her feelings. Until many days later, Wei Qian was about to start school. When she rode her bike to pick her up where she worked in the afternoon, she heard her bragging with the people who were working together: "My eldest grandson is a key high school, and the teacher said that there would be no problem in taking the college entrance exam in the future."

Wei Qian heard it from afar and muttered: "Old guy, you really know how to gild your face. Who is your eldest grandson?"

But even though he said so, when he pushed the cart over, he still said as if nothing had happened: "Grandma, let's go."

All suffering and bearing ends are the time of this world like flowing clouds and water.
Chapter completed!