No More Time to Fight (2)
When Jiang Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi returned home, the sky had gradually darkened. At this time, dinner was ready and Jiang Xiumei was waiting for Jiang Xiaoman to come back.
Jiang Xiumei was lonely at home. Sometimes she went to the farm to tend the pigs, and sometimes she came back to take care of the flowers and grass.
The land here was not spacious enough, or she would have wanted to open a field to farm. But with things as they were, she could only grow flowers and grass.
It was already autumn and the weather was cold. The chrysanthemums raised by Jiang Xiumei were blooming in the yard. They were golden and very beautiful.
Jiang Xiaoman said wow in exclamation, praising, âGrandma is really capable.â
âHmph, a mere flower isnât enough to trouble me.â
âCan I pick them to make chrysanthemum tea yet?â
âYou, donât even think about it. I wonât let your uncle pick them either.â This pair of uncle and niece were exactly the same.
Jiang Xing said that he would pick them to put in his office, while Jiang Xiaoman wanted to make chrysanthemum tea.
They were both the same.
âQuick, come in for dinner.â Jiang Xiumei guessed that she couldnât wait for Jiang Xing today.
Jiang Xing was getting busier and busier now, and came home less and less.
Sometimes Jiang Xiumei felt that it was better not to make money.
Making money every day, when would it end? He already wasnât coming home to see them.
She sighed and remembered the child next door, and said to Jiang Xiaoman, âCall your little friend to have dinner together.â
The little friend was of course, Yu Qingshi.
Jiang Xiaoman nodded and ran next door to call Yu Qingshi.
It didnât take long for the two to come back together.
Yu Qingshi now had a lot of appetite and ate a lot. He and Jiang Xiaoman were about the same height before, but starting this year, his body was like a willow bud that grew just from being blown by the wind.
He was now half a head taller than Jiang Xiaoman.
Jiang Xiumei said, âIt feels like you were just a little carrot before, but now youâve become so big in a blink of an eye. I remember that you were crying the first time you came to my house.â
He was crying miserably.
She didnât know what conflict happened between him and Jiang Xiaoman, she only knew that the two of them were crying and were hard to coax.
In the evening, they both went back to their own house.
Yu Qingshi received a message from Jiang Xiaomanâs mobile phone.
âWuu wuu wuu, thank you. If it werenât for you, my grandma would definitely be scolding me again, *cries*.â
Yu Qingshi paused, glanced at the time, and sent her back a message.
âItâs half past nine, are you still up?â
âI havenât slept yet, Iâm still busy.â
âWhat are you busy with?â
âOrganizing the study materials.â
âA task assigned by the teacher? Iâll help you.â
âHee hee, no it isnât. Iâll tell you tomorrow.â
Yu Qingshi didnât say anything else. He randomly took a book, flipped through it for a while, then got on his bed and went to sleep.
The next day, Jiang Xiaoman went to the copy shop to photocopy the materials she compiled yesterday.
She made a lot of copies, more than a dozen of them.
Yu Qingshi raised his eyebrows, a guess forming in his heart.
Sure enough, after class was over Jiang Xiaoman ran to the second yearâs building. She found Sun Xiaojie and gave him the materials.
âFinish reading them all, and do all the exercises as well. Iâll check it in the afternoon.â
Sun Xiaojie: â...â
Could he choose not to accept it!?
âWow, is it a love letter?â
âHow can it be?â
âWho dares to give him a love letter?â
âWhose love letter is written in stacks?â
Listening to those discussions, Sun Xiaojie felt like crying.
Anyways, from then on, the school gangsters of 6th Junior Highschool no longer had time to fight.
They were all busy doing homework.