Chapter 85

"Grandpa, grandma, I have grown up, I really won't go astray, you can trust me." He suddenly remembered something, turned around with a thump, and brought in a large 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 in front of the eyes 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 and leave this dilapidated place. We live together as a family of three, buy good food and good clothes, 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.

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

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

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!"

On the screen of the calculator that was input manually, the answer was immediately displayed. Feng Rui gasped, and couldn't help but open his mouth to ask, "Then 92 cubes?"

"778688." No decimal point rounding was involved, Qiu Mingquan only paused for a few seconds, and quickly opened his mouth to report the answer.

Feng Rui's heart was shocked, and after a while, he said sincerely: "You are really amazing."

His own math scores are also considered to be excellent. He was the envy of others when he was young in some situations involving mental arithmetic, but now, with his IQ, he was completely defeated by this little migrant worker!

"Hmm..." Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly, and his usually calm face had a rare blush.

In the previous life, although he dropped out of junior high school before finishing junior high school, the limited good moments in his life were when the scores of the math test came down.

The admiring eyes of the math teacher and the occasional astonishment of his classmates are his only pride and the only goodness he remembers after many years.

Yes, he is such an ordinary person. In his previous life, he had no great wealth, no lucky adventures, and his childhood started from abject poverty, accompanied by the embarrassing family situation and the fate of fate, he has been struggling at the bottom of the society.

He has done all of serving dishes, small security guards, and carrying bags.

"What do you know! You can't do any technical job! Tell me, what can you do?" At that time, the foreman nodded impatiently, his eyes full of impatience.

"I, I can settle accounts." He mustered up the courage to say this, "I... can do calculations."

Everyone who heard this laughed, and the foreman was even more suspicious: "Boy, can you be an accountant?"

"No, I don't know accounting." He could only lower his head, "I just do mental calculations faster."

"Come on, you! There are professional accountants here, and they get high wages!"

...Once the memory is opened, it can't be stopped. He recalls the past life in a trance, feeling as if it is in front of him.

"I can also recite pi. In my previous life, I won a grade math competition." He suddenly couldn't help it, and wanted to tell the invisible man beside him, this little honor.

"PI?"

"Really!" Listening to his surprised voice, Qiu Mingquan was eager to prove something, maybe he had no chance to prove himself in this life, or maybe he wanted not to always appear so useless and useless in front of this strange and close man .

Feng Rui was silent for a while: "How many digits can you recite?"

Qiu Mingquan paused: "It's close to more than a hundred. In the past, I could recite up to three hundred, but... After many years, I gradually forgot."

Feng Rui asked in shock, "How did you do it!"

He knows that there are many memory masters in this world, and some of them can even memorize pi beyond a thousand digits, but that often requires special training, but this person?

"I didn't memorize it too deliberately. It's a math competition. The teacher said that this might be an exam question, so I read it carefully a few times..."

"It will be enough after reading it a few times?" Feng Rui raised his voice, "Why can't you just memorize English words?!"

"I don't know." Qiu Mingquan was a little at a loss, "That's the only thing that feels simple."

Feng Rui didn't believe it, but a voice reminded him that Qiu Mingquan was not lying.

In the final exam that just passed, he took care of all the subjects, except for one subject that Qiu Mingquan insisted on doing by himself, and that was mathematics.

In Feng Rui's impression, there are indeed a certain percentage of people in the crowd who have extraordinary computing power or memory, which can also be regarded as some kind of talent. Around him, he only remembered seeing a girl with similar abilities, that is, his younger sister Xiangcheng's sister, and the daughter of the neighbor Xiang's family, Xiang Mingli.

However, Qiu Mingquan at this time was a child who had never received any systematic training, let alone any professional guidance.

For some reason, Feng Rui's mind suddenly recalled the appearance of the construction worker he saw in his last life before he died.

Depressed and quiet.

His face was dusty, and although his eyebrows were pretty, they were full of tiredness.

Looking at the past through the stretcher for the last time, the unattended farm worker looked humble and uncontested, his fingers holding the pendant were rough and cracked, and the traces of labor were so obvious.

And who would have imagined that such a person, when he was young, had talents far beyond ordinary people in certain subjects?

If he changed his family and background, why couldn't he move forward with ease, fate is precious?

Feng Rui was a little dazed. The piece of jade on which his soul rested was tightly attached to Qiu Mingquan's heart, and when he heard his sincere praise, he felt his heart beat slightly faster, a little childlike excitement.

Feng Rui suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Qiu Mingquan, seriously, let's make a deal with you."

"Huh?... What?" Qiu Mingquan was taken aback.

Feng Rui spoke plainly, but his words were clear, serious and solemn: "I want to send you a great fortune. You also promise me, work hard so that you can afford it."

Feng Rui didn't know if Qiu Mingquan understood what he meant.

——However, it doesn't matter.

Feng Rui withdrew his thoughts: "Your calculation is correct, but in fact, you may not earn that much."

His words extinguished Qiu Mingquan's enthusiasm in an instant: "Why?"

"The market is saturated. Think about it, how many people are willing to pay for gold pens in each school?"

Qiu Mingquan was stunned. Even if he had no business acumen, he thought of this bug at this moment.

Yes, by the time I went to buy goods on the fifth morning, the principal had quickly increased to 550 yuan.

According to today's ratio, about sixty hero 100 gold pens can be entered, plus eight or nine 50 golden eagles.

"I estimate that the fifth day will be the critical point of the market." Feng Rui obviously also roughly calculated the conclusion.

According to the speed at which Qiu Mingquan sold pens during the day, in the future, even if there are overwhelming advertising bonuses for hero pens, I am afraid that any school can sell sixty or seventy gold pens a day, which is already the limit.

"Ah, then look at the sales on the fifth day, and then decide how much to buy the next day?" Qiu Mingquan hesitated and asked tentatively.

Feng Rui let out a "hehe", and said arrogantly: "When the time comes, just listen to me."

During the night, Qiu Mingquan had many dreams one after another.

In the dream, there were flying banknotes, and there were glittering pens all over the place. In the end, there were more and more of these pens, filling up the whole dilapidated hut. In the dream, Qiu Mingquan was standing alone in front of the school with a schoolbag full of pens, but No one stopped to look at him.

Then, during the day, that woman suddenly ran over, with a sarcastic expression on her face: "I just came back from a big shopping mall, and the salesperson told me that all the hero gold pens have dropped in price, one yuan each!..."

Qiu Mingquan yelled, waking up from the nightmare early in the morning, sweating profusely.

Fortunately, it was a dream!

He secretly opened the schoolbag and took a look inside, seeing those full of small bills, the beating heart of "pounding" calmed down a little.

The next day, he quickly followed the same itinerary as yesterday, and took another car to Huaihai Road in Dongshen City.

It was still yesterday's boutique shopping mall, and it was still the stationery counter on the third floor. This time, he took out more than 130 yuan. Even with the principal and profit, he entered twelve heroes at 100 and three golden eagles at 50 this time.

Wang Juan stared at him in surprise, guessing in her heart that the child was buying and selling.

Just yesterday, the business of her stationery counter was strangely better, almost doubling the usual sales.

After some inquiring, she realized that she had come here because of the advertisements on the radio and the news about Commissioner Jiang's visit in the newspaper.

Seeing Qiu Mingquan buy goods and leave again, Wang Juan was amazed in her heart—this child is really very smart!

Next to it, Zhao Decheng, the leader of the stationery team, walked over with a toothpick in his mouth: "How are the sales of hero pens today?"

Wang Juan pouted: "I have to go to the warehouse to get the goods again. The kid just bought a dozen and left."

Zhao Decheng was taken aback: "What? Erdao dealer?"

Wang Juan nodded happily: "Whatever he does, just sell it."

Zhao Decheng looked upright: "How can we do that? We are a regular shopping mall, how can we get mixed up with this kind of speculators! Don't sell to him next time."

Wang Juan looked at him in surprise, and teased the big wave that had just been hot: "Team leader, what you said is not right. I will sell it. This is my performance. People come to buy it legally. Why don't I sell it?" ? I don’t sell it, and I will be evaluated at the end of the month, so you can make up for me?”

Zhao Decheng shook his sleeves angrily, choking on the words.

Qiu Mingquan changed to a middle school today, and the parent meeting of this school was held one day later than Zhenghong Middle School, which happened to allow their sales plan to be staggered calmly.

Unsurprisingly, just like yesterday, the eleven gold pens that Qiu Mingquan bought were all sold out very smoothly, not even one of the three 50 gold carving pens that were sold at an increased price of 28 yuan. Run order.

——The advertisement of Hero Golden Pen Factory is continuing, and the momentum of hot sales is also rising. Feng Rui is well aware of the craze this hero fountain pen has set off in the country.

They thought their sales would peak on the fifth day, but on the seventh day, they finally encountered market saturation.

The old quilted jacket that didn't fit him was empty, and the bowl of delicious wontons had already been digested and disappeared.

He was supposed to be cold and hungry, but Qiu Mingquan was unexpectedly peaceful in his heart. Touching that piece of jade, he only felt warm in his chest, as if a fire was burning vigorously.

And President Feng, who always liked to give orders, thought of something, and also remained silent.

Through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, he saw a pair of clear and somewhat lonely eyes on the glass of the car window.

Feng Rui's heart skipped a beat. He's... scared.

He was afraid of his leaving, as if he was afraid that he would abandon him.

At this moment, Mr. President, who was cold-hearted and full of calculations, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of being dependent on each other surfaced.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when you get there." Feng Rui said in a rare and gentle way.

Qiu Mingquan gave a "hmm" and leaned half of his face against the glass.

In a daze, with the cold glass against his face, Qiu Mingquan suddenly stood up straight and sat upright on the seat!

The boy who punched him hard! ... Those beautiful but fierce phoenix eyes are as beautiful as a girl's face!

A memory fragment flashed through Qiu Mingquan's mind, and he was extremely shocked: "The boy who was with you... is, is it?"

It was the man who was entangled with Feng Rui on the rooftop in the previous life!

In the hospital, he appeared in front of Qiu Mingquan as he cried and begged the doctor.

——Yes, it was him! After that face grew up, it also didn't change much, and the brows and eyebrows were vaguely recognizable!