Chapter 20

Grandpa Qiu didn't turn his head, but his ears turned slightly, listening to him quietly.

"Grandpa, grandma, I've grown up, I really won't go astray, you can trust me." He suddenly remembered something, turned around and brought in a big black plastic bag at the door.

He eagerly opened it, took out all the autumn clothes, hats, gloves and cotton shoes inside, and held them up in front of the two old people.

"I bought this with the money I earned!" His eyes sparkled, stubborn and hopeful, "In the future, we will live a better life. I want to buy a big house for my family, leave this dilapidated place, Our family of three lives together, buys delicious food and good clothes, and I want to honor you for many, many years!"

The hut was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Grandma Qiu looked at him blankly.

There was still a lump on his face, and his body was wet. On the back of his bare hands, there was also the redness and swelling that had just been beaten by Grandpa Qiu with a bench.

But his eyes are open and pure, there is no timidity and dodge of children in the dark eyes, but there is unprecedented responsibility.

Grandma Qiu suddenly felt that she didn't know this child.

In the blink of an eye, on that morning more than ten years ago, the dying child lying in the swaddling clothes with bruises all over his body turned into a little adult.

Looking down at the pile of things in the plastic bag, she flipped through them one by one, and suddenly burst into tears—these things were all for the two old people, and there was nothing for him!

Qiu Mingquan grinned, his eyes were bright, and his swollen face was full of joy: "Grandpa, grandma, I will take you into the city tomorrow, let's go to the boutique shopping mall. The salesperson at the stationery counter there can testify for me!"

The old man turned around slowly and hesitantly, and finally he was half-doubtful.

"You... You really didn't do anything bad? I'm really going to the city with you tomorrow. "

"Don't worry, grandpa!"

...

Finally at midnight, Qiu Mingquan waited for the two old men to fall asleep, endured exhaustion and pain, and quietly got up.

When he came back, it was snowing outside, who knows what will happen overnight, if the ground is covered by heavy snow tomorrow morning, how can he find jade? !

Quietly go out and go around behind the window, sure enough, the ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow. The neighborhood here is a suburb, and some weeds are overgrown behind the window, and the traces of the arson a few days ago are still there. The dark wall is lined with white snow, and a slight whiteness can still be seen in the middle of the night.

The jade pendant is too small! The color was bright white again, and the direction and distance thrown by Grandpa Qiu were unclear. Qiu Mingquan was so anxious that he could only keep guessing and groping around in the snow.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, the howling north wind was mixed with the rustling of weeds, Qiu Mingquan's little hands kept groping in the icy snow, and after a while, bloodstains were drawn by the sharp teeth of the weeds.

But he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

The ice and snow froze his hands, and even his feet were starting to stiffen.

Time passed by little by little, and the sky in the distance seemed to gradually brighten, but Qiu Mingquan still found nothing, and his heart sank little by little.

...

For a long time, the surroundings were as quiet as a tomb.

Feng Rui's senses were extremely keen, he could almost hear the slight movement of snowflakes falling around him, and he could also hear the rustling of withered grass and leaves in winter.

Hearing these small voices, he even fell into a trance for a while.

Could that mentally handicapped little migrant worker... be really frightened by his grandparents and stop looking for him, or could he be unable to find the pendant he was hiding in by accident?

Ten years, eight years? Like Monkey King, waiting for five hundred years to wait for the next passing Tang Seng who is destined to belong to him?

I don't know how long he lay like this, but at the moment when he was drowsy, there was a warm temperature.

...Qiu Mingquan lightly held the bright red lanyard on the jade with one hand, almost dreamily, picked up the jade pendant from a piece of dry grass.

At that moment, the morning sun rises and the stars suddenly disappear. The air in winter is so fresh and cold, but the boy in front of Feng Rui has an immature face and his pupils are as black as ink.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiu Mingquan looked at him anxiously, but his eyes were full of ecstasy, "I've been looking for you for a long time... Are you in a hurry?"

His palm was small, and he gently stroked the jade pendant, causing Feng Rui, who had no body, to suddenly feel a tingling sensation.

Then, he gently put the pendant that stayed in the snow all night on his chest and hid it in his shirt.

It was bitingly cold, but the back, which was stained with the blood of the two people's previous lives, quickly warmed up.

In Feng Rui's ears, there was a faint but clear heartbeat: "Boom... Boom!"

He suddenly realized that it was Qiu Mingquan's heartbeat.

"I'm not going to lose you again. Not even in death."

At that time, Feng Rui and Qiu Mingquan didn't realize that this simple and unpretentious sentence, like a mantra and an oath, followed them for so long.

After splitting and rejoining, until the impermanent gear of fate rolled over again.

...The next day, the two old men of the Qiu family did not have the opportunity to go to the city to verify what Qiu Mingquan said.

Because Qiu Mingquan fell ill completely.

After running around all day, his face was swollen by Xiang Cheng's punch in the afternoon, and he was whipped by his grandfather when he came home at night.

...Agitated and looking for things in the ice and snow all night, Qiu Mingquan felt his head was heavy the next morning and he couldn't get up.

The two old men tossed and turned sleeplessly last night, thinking about Qiu Mingquan's words, they always felt that the huge amount of money was like a dream, and they finally fell asleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next morning, I found that Qiu Mingquan's face was flushed, and when he touched his forehead, he was terrified, the fever was severe!

Grandpa Qiu hurriedly left the house early to get medicine at a nearby clinic. Grandma Qiu stayed at home to take care of Qiu Mingquan, helping him change the cold towel on his forehead from time to time. Qiu Mingquan felt uncomfortable, woke up once or twice halfway, drank some white rice porridge, and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I heard someone talking outside.

"I don't know why, he didn't go to get his report card, and you didn't come to the parent meeting..."

With a jolt, he finally recognized the owner of the voice. ——Teacher Feng, the teacher in charge!

For more than a week after the exam, every second counts, and every day is a huge income. How can I have time to get a report card?

As for the parent meeting a few days later, he completely forgot about it. Now...the head teacher was recruited?

Holding his glasses, Teacher Feng carefully stood at the door with his trousers lifted. Last night's first snow made the ground muddy. She knew that this was a rural area, so she specially wore big rubber shoes, but along the way, her pants were still covered with bits and pieces of mud.

As soon as she stood in front of Qiu Mingquan's house, she saw the bare walls inside, and took a deep breath.

Although it was daytime, the whole room was dark due to the lack of sunlight. After getting used to the light in the room for a while, Teacher Feng could see clearly the figure of the boy lying curled up on the bed.

"Teacher Feng..." Qiu Mingquan struggled to get up, feeling extremely guilty.

Fever is severe, the mind lacks the ability to think, and the only thought is: Have the test scores been found to be abnormal?

Teacher Feng stepped forward quickly, looked at his weak and wounded face, and was startled: "Qiu Mingquan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just have a little fever." Qiu Mingquan sat up halfway, but was pushed down on the bed by Teacher Feng.

"Then you lie down and rest quickly!" Teacher Feng looked at the bed where Qiu Mingquan was lying on, and felt a "thump" in his heart.

It was too shabby, cotton was exposed under the dilapidated quilt, and the color of the quilt was also dull and black, and the original color of the quilt could not be seen.

Grandma Qiu timidly brought over boiling water: "Teacher, please drink water... Is this child in school, and you teachers are bothering?"

Teacher Feng quickly waved his hands vigorously: "No, no! I'm here because I want to praise Mingquan's performance."

praise? Grandma Qiu was stunned.

"Yes, Qiu Mingquan has made great progress in the final exam this semester!" Teacher Feng was a little excited.

She personally gave Qiu Mingquan a score of 98 on the Chinese test paper. Unexpectedly, the feedback she got from other teachers was astonishing. In the final exam of this semester, Qiu Mingquan, who used to be unremarkable in the past, scored amazingly well in all subjects. high score!

100 points in mathematics, 99 points in English, 96 points in politics, and full marks in geography. ... In private communication, the political teacher also admitted that, like her, he artificially deducted a few points on the subjective essay questions.

The total score of all subjects in the whole year is the first, and the four subjects are the first in the grade!

——If this score can be maintained, it will not be difficult to get into the best key high school in the city.

Seeing Grandma Qiu's surprised and disbelieving expression, she quickly took out Qiu Mingquan's report card and handed it to the old man.

"Look, the two subjects are 100%! And grandma, your grandson, this time he got the first overall score in the whole grade!"