Chapter 42

She went to the plastic bag in Jiang Kechu's hand. There were colorful pickles in it. She couldn't help but skim her mouth. She not only ate it, but also took a bag with her when she left.

Jiang Kechu coughed, straightened his face and said seriously, "Wan Chuer, your father is an excellent soldier. As a descendant of your father, you should inherit your father's will and carry forward his fine style."

Well, I knew Jiang Kechu would preach like this. It seems that Jiang Kechu heard her conversation with Zhuo Yao just now.

Wan Chuer smiled, nodded carelessly and said, "thank uncle Jiang for his teaching. I know."

She didn't want to tangle with Jiang Kechu too much, so she agreed with him. If she refuted something, Jiang Kechu would certainly grasp her and face her like training his men.

Seeing that Wan Chuer's attitude was ok, Jiang Kechu didn't say much. He nodded, thought about it, bowed his head, took out a pen from his pocket, and then handed it to Wan Chuer.

Wan Chuer subconsciously stepped back and looked suspiciously at the pen in front of him.

Jiang Kechu said with a straight face, "this pen is for you. I hope you can study hard and enter a good university to comfort your father's spirit in heaven."

In the 1990s, it was popular to give people pens and notebooks, but wan Chuer was not used to accepting other people's things, especially Jiang Kechu, who planned to draw a clear line.

Wan Chuer lowered his eyes and said faintly, "no, uncle Jiang, I will study hard." Then he turned and left.

What does he mean? What makes you think she didn't study hard!

Moreover, whether she has studied hard and whether she will be admitted to a good university is none of your business!

Jiang Kechu frowned and felt that Wan Chuer was really an awkward child. Two steps forward, the lightning stuffed the pen into Wan Chuer's schoolbag, and then solemnly said, "listen and study hard. This pen is not only me, but also represents the wishes of all the soldiers your father once brought."

Then he strode away.

Wan chu'er looked at Jiang Kechu's self righteous figure, clenched his teeth, stared, and waved his fist at him helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Kechu disappeared. Wan Chuer reluctantly untied his schoolbag and took out the pen with the word "hero" written on it.

Wan Chuer had seen this pen in his last life. Jiang Kechu often used it when writing. His sister Jiang Xiaoxiao once wanted to ask Jiang Kechu for this pen, but he didn't give it.

Wan Chuer felt that the pen seemed a little hot. As soon as she raised her hand, she threw out the pen in her hand.

I won't want your pen!

"Oh, who threw things around?" A boy in front covered his head and turned around. When he saw Wan Chuer's raised hand, he knew it was Wan Chuer's good deed. He looked around and picked up the murder weapon - pen.

Wan Chuer bared his teeth. How could he be so good? He threw it casually and hit a handsome boy. Look at the school uniform. It should be the same school as her.

Because it was his own fault, Wan Chuer had no temper at all. He quickly squeezed out an apologetic smile and greeted him.

She said first: "classmate, I'm sorry. I accidentally threw out my pen and hit your head. I'm sorry. If you need to go to the hospital for examination, I can go with you, and the medical expenses can also be paid by me."

If you do something wrong, you have to lower your posture. She cooperates so much. Nine times out of ten, the other party should not be investigated, Wan Chuer thought.

Sure enough, the boy was embarrassed when he saw that Wan Chuer was so sincere. He thought he was a big man, but he just smashed his head. Where to go to what hospital, and the other party was still a beautiful girl.

The boy blushed for a moment and said, "I hope you will pay attention and don't throw things around. Fortunately, I have nothing to do. If I hit someone else, it may not be so."

With that, he handed the pen to Wan Chuer.

Unexpectedly, the little boy was kind-hearted, but he didn't pursue anything after two nice words. He also persuaded Wan chu'er in turn. He was really a green boy.

Wan Chuer had to take the pen he threw out, continue to show a grateful look, and thanked the other party.

The boy took another look at Wan Chuer, then hurriedly turned and left.

Wan chu'er looked at the boy's slightly flustered back and turned his eyes. Was the child frightened by her beauty? And then spring? She saw his monkey ass red face.

All blame this pen, all blame Jiang Chu.

Wan Chuer doesn't want to get into any trouble now. She just wants to study hard, help Angelica dahurica Xi do pickle business, get into a good university and live happily with Angelica dahurica Xi.

She had to put her pen in her schoolbag again and raised her hand. It was getting late. She hurried to school.

In the evening self-study, Wan Chuer tried to get rid of all interference and sank into his study.

Her deskmate looked up several times and saw Wan Chuer rubbing a pen in one hand. She felt very strange. Wan Chuer didn't use this pen. It seemed very precious.

When he got home in the evening, Wan Chuer photographed a key in front of Bai Zhixi. Angelica dahurica looked at the key and asked strangely, "where did this key come from?" Wan Chuer smiled and told Liu Li about returning her 1000 yuan and renting a small yard. Angelica dahurica could not return to God for a long time. Look at the key, and then look at her 16-year-old daughter, who is still slightly immature. She didn't expect chu'er to ask for a thousand yuan back, and she didn't expect the child to have such a big idea. Without talking to her, she rented a yard on her own. Seeing that Angelica dahurica could not return to God for a long time, Wan chu'er reflected. Did he do too much? She organized the next language and said to Bai Zhixi, "Mom, I didn't mean not to discuss with you or spend money indiscriminately. You see, we are making more and more pickles now. The place here is really too small, and it's still upstairs. It's inconvenient up and down. Although the money is spent, it will always be earned back..." Bai Zhixi saw her daughter coax herself carefully, I felt very sad. I raised my hand and held my daughter's hand to stop her explanation, but tears flowed down. When Wan Chuer saw that Angelica dahurica was crying, he panicked and quickly admitted his mistake: "Mom, I'm wrong. I'm sorry. I'll never do this again. Mom, I'm sorry, don't cry..." his mother's tears made Wan Chuer's cold heart ache like being burned. Angelica dahurica Xi wiped a handful of tears and said, "Mom doesn't blame you. I feel so sorry for you. You're still a middle school student. As a result, you have to deal with everything. Mom is too incompetent and has to coax you. You did a good job. Mom doesn't blame you. Mom just feels too kind and can't help crying." Wan chu'er breathed a sigh of relief, carefully wiped her tears and said, "Mom, as long as you're good and stay with me, it's better than anything." Angelica dahurica murmured, "well, we both have to be good." She held her daughter's hand tightly and felt that the distance between her and her daughter had never been closer. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.