The two came to Yu Xiangnian's room upstairs.
"Classmate Wen, how do you want me to help you?" Yu Xiangnian asked.
Wen Qiuning sat on the chair, picking her fingers, "I don't want to be expelled, I want to study."
Yu Xiangnian said: "I know what you are thinking. Can you tell me what happened back then? If I can't help, I can ask my parents to come forward, but they also have to understand the whole situation before they can help." .”
Wen Qiuning lowered his eyes, dug his nails deeply into his palms, and spoke slowly after a long while.
After hearing this, Yu Xiangnian felt a mixture of shock, distress, sympathy, and admiration. "Don't worry, I will do my best to help you. Let me think of a solution tomorrow and we will discuss it on Monday."
"Okay, thank you." Wen Qiuning stood up, "Then I'll leave first."
"Today is Cheng Jingmo's birthday. Eat some cake before going back." Yu Xiangnian persuaded her to stay.
When the two came downstairs, Lin Ye and the others had already laid out the cake and were preparing for their birthday.
"Classmate Wen, come over and celebrate Jing Mo's birthday." Lin Yunyi smiled and waved to her.
The whole family clapped their hands happily and sang. After singing, Cheng Jingmo closed his eyes and made a wish, blew out the candles, and then everyone wished Cheng Jingmo a happy birthday.
Even the two children said vaguely, "Happy birthday, Dad!" and then kissed Cheng Jingmo deeply.
Wen Qiuning had never attended anyone else's birthday, and she had never had such a lively birthday herself.
There were only two people at home, her mother and her. When she was a child, her mother would cook her a bowl of noodles with a poached egg in the noodles every time it was her birthday.
At that time, she wanted to have birthday cakes and eggs every day.
Later, when she grew up, she didn't want to celebrate her birthday anymore.
She knew that her mother had stayed up late weaving with a kerosene lamp in exchange for the bowl of noodles and eggs.
Later, she went to the village, went to college, and never celebrated her birthday again.
Wen Qiuning ate a piece of cake and said goodbye to everyone.
Yu Xiangnian said: "Let Yu Xiangyang see you off, it's not safe so late."
Yu Xiangyang: "..." Why should you let him give it away?
After looking around, it seemed that he was the only one suitable. Cheng Jingmo wanted to take the child to bed, Song Huaiqian was the elder, and Xiaojie was too young.
"No." Wen Qiuning refused without thinking. She didn't want to trouble others, "I'll be fine by myself."
"If something happens to you, I have to take responsibility." Yu Xiangnian said, "Let's go, I'll take you out."
Wen Qiuning and Yu Xiangnian walked out, and Yu Xiangyang followed reluctantly.
Yu Xiangnian told Yu Xiangyang, "Ride slower and be careful on the road."
Yu Xiangnian didn't return to the house until he saw Wen Qiuning get into the back seat and Yu Xiangyang pedal away on his bicycle.
Neither of the two people on the bicycle spoke.
Yu Xiangyang's speed was not too slow. Wen Qiuning could feel the cold wind blowing against her cheeks. Some of the cold wind got into her clothes, and she shrank her neck in the cold.
There was also a special smell in the wind, like the smell of washing powder mixed with other unspeakable smells, which made her feel comfortable.
The streets are not too deserted, and you can still see vendors pushing carts doing business.
The street lights on both sides projected the two figures on the ground, one long and one short, connected together.
As we approached the fork in the road, Wen Qiuning spoke first, "Comrade Yu, I'm going to the bookstore."
Yu Xiangyang turned left and rode towards the bookstore. He arrived at the door of the bookstore ten minutes later.
Wen Qiuning got off the bicycle, nodded and said, "Thank you, please go slower on the road."
Yu Xiangyang sat on the bicycle, "I'll watch you go in."
What if a bad guy suddenly showed up? Wen Qiuning, his journey was not in vain.
Wen Qiuning took out the key from her schoolbag, opened a small door of the bookstore, and walked in.
She stood at the door and said, "Go back. Slow down on the road." Then she closed the door from the inside.
Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Yu Xiangyang kicked hard and pushed a long distance.
Home.
Cheng Jingmo put the two children to sleep, and then asked, "Nian Nian, can you return that bicycle?"
He asked Lin Ye. This bicycle cost more than 180 yuan, which was more than half a year's salary!
Yu Xiangnian spent nearly 200 yuan on one trip to the street. They only had more than 4,000 yuan in savings, which was only enough for Yu Xiangnian to go to the street more than 20 times.
Yu Xiangnian sat in front of the writing desk, flipping through the book on the development direction of modern weapons. He raised his eyes and asked deliberately: "Don't you like the gift I gave you? Or do you want a book like this?"
Cheng Jingmo quickly explained, "I like whatever you give me, but this bike is too expensive, and I only go home one day a week, so I won't use it."
After a pause, he added: "I think your impromptu letter to me is very good."
Yu Xiangnian said lightly: "With a bicycle, you won't need to walk to school in the future. I'm going to suffer the child, but I can't suffer you."
Yu Xiangnian's tone made Cheng Jingmo panic, "No, you can only suffer me! Even if I don't have enough food and clothing, I can't let you and your children suffer!"
Yu Xiangnian changed the subject, "To what extent have your weapons developed now?"
Cheng Jingmo didn't understand why Yu Xiangnian suddenly asked such a question, but he answered her question seriously and listed the development status of different guns and shells in categories.
Yu Xiangnian asked again: "Which country do you like, European, American or Japanese and Korean?"
Cheng Jingmo thought about it carefully, "I don't know much about the situation abroad. My personal opinion is that Europe and the United States should be better."
"Don't know much about it?" Yu Xiangnian raised his eyebrows, "This book can help you understand it better."
Yu Xiangnian threw the book over, Cheng Jingmo caught it, opened it, and was stunned!
He turned it over in disbelief and looked at the cover, confirming that it was the book on the development direction of modern weapons.
He opened it again and looked inside!
WTF!
Yu Xiangnian said: "Take a good look. If it's not enough, let Yu Xiangyang give you a few more copies."
Cheng Jingmo closed the book with a snap, "Nian Nian, how should I argue so that you will believe me?"
Yu Xiangnian said: "I also like books like this, but I like to see men with eight-pack abs and eighteen centimeters."
Cheng Jingmo took the book and stood up angrily, "I'd better beat Yu Xiangyang to prove my innocence!"
Yu Xiangyang had just returned home and was about to go back to his room when he felt a hidden weapon coming towards him from behind.
He turned around quickly, raised his hand and grabbed the hidden weapon!
