Rebuild 2005

Chapter 41 [041] Private meeting

"Zizzi"

The marinated pork ribs kept making noises in the oil pan, and quickly turned golden brown, exuding an attractive meaty aroma.

Zhao Yaquan fished out the ribs with a colander and put them on the plate, and then saw her husband who was waiting beside him impatiently gnawing on a piece with his chopsticks, and glared at him angrily.

"Fragrant! Tasteful!"

Li Shuqing gave a thumbs up while gnawing on the fried pork ribs, "Sure enough, the real chef still depends on my wife."

"Oh, take it out."

Zhao Yaquan retorted a little funny, the oil pan had to wait for it to cool down slowly, so he washed his hands first, walked out of the kitchen and said, "Strange, hasn't Miao Miao come back yet?"

Just as he was talking, he heard a noise at the door. Li Shuqing was about to speak, but when he saw this, he quickly walked over and opened the door.

Then the couple saw the baby girl appearing at the door with a key in her hand, a box of pure milk and a small bread at her feet.

Seeing his father open the door, Li Miaoyu bent down, picked up the milk crate that was pressed by the bread, and moved into the room with some difficulty.

"Give it to me."

Li Shuqing hurriedly picked it up for his daughter, while Zhao Yaquan asked doubtfully, "Isn't there one at home? Why did you buy this?"

"I saw it in the supermarket downstairs and bought it."

Of course, Li Miaoyu couldn't tell the truth, so she blurted out something casually, then sniffed her little nose, and looked at the dining table with bright eyes: "Mom, did you cook the rice? It smells so good!"

"Hey, what do you mean?" Li Shuqing was not happy all of a sudden, the little padded jacket is going to leak the rhythm.

"Hey hey dad, your cooking is delicious too..."

Li Miaoyu quickly ran to the dining table to grab the ribs, but was stopped by Zhao Yaquan: "Do you dare to stretch out your claws to try?"

Li Miaoyu had no choice but to withdraw her snow-white claws in the air, and turned her head to look at her mother a little aggrieved.

Zhao Yaquan said angrily, "Wash your hands first!"

"Uh-huh!"

Li Miaoyu nodded vigorously, and then took advantage of his mother's inattention, quickly reached out to pick up the golden ribs on the top of the plate, blew vigorously, and trotted to the bathroom, at the same time, he took a bite, The small mouth was full of oil and said vaguely: "It's delicious!"

Zhao Yaquan was both helpless and funny. Seeing that her husband was still looking at the box of milk and bread bought by his daughter, he said angrily, "What are you still looking at? Eat!"

"I'm just wondering."

As Li Shuqing walked towards the dining table, he couldn't help turning his head back, muttering suspiciously, "That's a lot of milk...it's so heavy at noon, buy a carton of milk... Tired of imported milk?"

Zhao Yaquan was also a little puzzled, but didn't mean to delve into it, and said: "She can drink as much as she likes, why bother so much."

"not that simple."

Li Shuqing shook his head, indicating that there might be a lot to read here. He sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and asked his wife as if facing a formidable enemy: "Could it be given by a boy?"

Zhao Yaquan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Probably not, I will send a box of milk for her to bring back at noon... Which boy would be so careless?"

"It makes sense."

Li Shuqing nodded, unable to understand what was going on for a while.

Zhao Yaquan was all thinking instead, Li Shuqing couldn't help asking: "What did you think of?"

Zhao Yaquan glanced at the bathroom, and said to her husband with a half-smile, "Could it be that your daughter is lacking in heart?"

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When Wei Qingfan came home at noon, he still saw his mother but not his father.

So he first shared the good news with his mother that he was recommended by the teacher to participate in the provincial composition competition.

Wang Shuhua was naturally happy when she heard this, but soon asked suspiciously: "Didn't all the other classes go to one person? Why are there two in your class?"

"I do not know then."

Of course Wei Qingfan couldn't tell the truth, if his parents accidentally beat him to death, who would give them old age?How sad!
"Anyway, it's a good thing. I have to prepare seriously."

Wei Qingfan's tone was very serious, and then he smiled again, "Why don't you help me a little too?"

He stretched out his hand embarrassingly, and rubbed two fingers together.

"roll!"

Wang Shuhua has gotten used to her son's changed personality. After all, she is just a little more sensible, cheerful, and shameless than before. She is still her own son.

But seeing his rascal appearance, he still couldn't help but get angry, and scolded: "What do you look like, you are a good student, you don't look like a student at all...Why do you want money?"

"What is another ah?"

Wei Qingfan couldn't help complaining, "I spend money very economically...books are expensive, the books in the library haven't been updated for a long time, and there are no newer books."

In terms of the price of books, China is extremely cheap, but Wei Qingfan reads a lot, and some new books are generally expensive, especially professional books, which still cost a lot.

"You just need to study hard, and don't read other messy books!"

Wang Shuhua warned a few words, but still took another 200 yuan to him.

The small shop in Tianhai Middle School has a good business, and the family's financial situation has obviously become better. Otherwise, she would not be so generous if she cared about her son.

"Thank you, Mom. You are simply too great. When I become the richest man in China, you will be the richest man's mother." Wei Qingfan put away the money and said with a smile.

"Okay, then you should study hard and become the richest man, and your father and I will enjoy two days of blessing..."

Wang Shuhua joked with her son, the richest man naturally dare not think about it, if he can go to a good university, find a good job, and marry a sensible daughter-in-law—for example, Li Wanyi is good, and if he has two grandchildren, then there is really nothing else he can ask for up.

"rest assured!"

Wei Qingfan made an "OK" gesture.

On the weekend of the next day, he took the bus to the Xinhua Bookstore in the county again, bought a copy of "Strategic Marketing" and then went to the county library by car.

When he came to the reading room on the second floor, he saw Li Miaoyu sitting upright and upright at a long table by the window, reading a book quietly.

It was already mid-November in 05, and the autumn was getting cooler. She was wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt, covered with a taupe unlined garment, her long hair was still tied up, and she was still wearing the silver-white Longines ring on her wrist. surface.

In the past three months, the two met in the library not once or twice, and Wei Qingfan discovered many interesting details.

For example, in school, she is relatively cheap in terms of clothing and accessories, but when she meets in the library, occasionally there will be some more expensive things, such as Longines, Bulgari watches, pingo bags, Miss Patina, on&on clothes, Qile, Jiabu shoes.

This is what Wei Qingfan can recognize, which makes him have to raise his guess about Li Miaoyu's family background again, and at the same time become more curious.

Many of these brands should not have entered the mainland market, which means that there is a high probability that Li Miaoyu did not buy these things in the mainland.

In the county seat in 2005, there were not many such family environments in the entire county seat, right?
Of course, just as Li Miaoyu never worried that he would recognize these brands, he never showed curiosity about these things.

At most, I would occasionally praise that this dress looks good on her.

At this time, Li Miaoyu would always look at him blankly for two seconds, then continue to look down at the book, never responding.

However, she still continued to appear in the library, which in itself could be called a response.

The library was still quiet and empty. When Wei Qingfan walked to the desk, Li Miaoyu seemed to be awakened by the sound of footsteps. She raised her head to look at him, then lowered her head and continued to read.

Wei Qingfan didn't care either, and sat down opposite her, opened the new book he just bought, and looked at it seriously.

After a while, he inadvertently raised his head and found that Li Miaoyu was looking at him, so he gave him a questioning look.

Li Miaoyu pursed her lower lip and asked softly, "Have you finished reading Capital?"

"I've already read it."

Wei Qingfan sighed, "However, I didn't understand some things clearly, so I read it twice, and now I decided to take a break first, and I can't always stay in one book. I don't want to be a scholar."

Li Miaoyu's clear and pure eyes stared at him, her long eyelashes fluttered slowly like the wings of a butterfly, and she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked, "Then what do you want to be?"

Wei Qingfan laughed and said, "You are number one in the class!"

Li Miaoyu looked at him for two seconds, then rolled her eyes coquettishly, lowered her head and muttered softly: "Impossible."

She is more lively in the library than in the classroom, but it is the first time that Wei Qingfan has seen such a vivid expression on her delicate face, which is always cold and refined, and he feels a little cute, so he laughed and said: "So you You can still roll your eyes... Come on, do another one."

Li Miaoyu gave him an annoyed look, and then realized that this was tantamount to obeying his teasing orders, so she wanted to stare at him or white him, but immediately realized that it couldn't be done that way.

She had no choice but to straighten her face again, resume her expressionless look, and stop paying attention to this annoying guy.

Wei Qingfan glanced at the book in front of her, and said with a smile, "Why are you reading "The Ordinary World" again?"

Li Miaoyu raised her head, gave him another white look, and then said, "I haven't finished this one yet."

"How many times have you seen it?"

"This should be the fifth time."

Wei Qingfan asked curiously, "Do you like it so much?"

"Uh-huh."

Li Miaoyu nodded her head twice vigorously, with a serious and cute expression.

Wei Qingfan smiled and said, "I like it too, but I haven't watched it so many times, mainly because the two stories are too heart-wrenching, especially when Xiaoxia died."

"Uh-huh!"

Li Miaoyu nodded vigorously again, and said empathetically, "Me too, I waited a few days before watching the ending this time, because I just don't want to see her die."

"understand."

Wei Qingfan nodded, "As long as I don't look at it, she won't die."

Li Miaoyu couldn't help laughing, but then she was a little melancholy and puzzled and said: "Why do you think Lu Yao insisted on writing her to death?"

"Maybe……"

Wei Qingfan thought about it for a while, then smiled and said, "This character is only perfect when he is dead."

Li Miaoyu's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, she thought seriously for a few seconds, then lowered her head and said, "I still think it's better not to die."

"If she didn't die, maybe she wouldn't let us worry about it like this."

Wei Qingfan made a paradoxical analysis, "And literati, they all have different pursuits from us ordinary people. Otherwise, why do they all like to write tragedies?"

This time Li Miaoyu didn't say anything, but nodded her head vigorously, and said with some embarrassment: "I thought about rewriting "Ordinary World" by myself, but I couldn't even write the beginning, it was too far away. gone."

"So powerful?"

Wei Qingfan laughed in surprise, "How much have you written? Let me read it."

Li Miaoyu shook his head, not sure if he didn't write it or refused to show it to him, and then said: "I will write when I feel that I am capable of writing."

"Yes, very ambitious."

Wei Qingfan gestured with his thumb, "I look forward to waiting and being with you."

Li Miaoyu glared at him angrily, lowered her head and continued to read, ignoring him.

(End of this chapter)