Make A Billion In The 80s - Chatper 166

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, he was 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, 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 early 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 and 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 final composition question… Even if she looked at it with the most critical eyes, she still had to say something. The words were concise and to the point. They used very simple words and sentences, but they were very comfortable to watch.

Ah, finally found a small place that went wrong. In the description of the scenery, the slightly uncommon word “spring is cold and steep” is used, but the word “Qiao” is written in white characters.

Putting down the test paper, Teacher Feng suddenly picked it up suspiciously.

What’s wrong, this strange feeling?

She was startled suddenly, and finally knew where the strange thing came from—she could hardly find anything that she could modify in this composition!

The usage of “dedide”, the position of the subject, the predicate and the object, and the unobtrusive modifiers seem to be wrong if any changes are made.

No no, it’s impossible.

It’s just a junior high school student, how can I write a composition that says “one point will be longer, and one point will be shorter”?

Coincidentally, I happened to have practiced composition on this subject before? Memorize it?

But no matter what, the child’s grades are really against the sky.

Teacher Feng took out the red pen with complicated mood and scored 98 points seriously.

Qiu Mingquan had no idea that the head teacher was in an extremely entangled state of mind. The exam bell finally rang, and he rushed out of the school together with countless students.

There are some ginkgo trees planted in the simple campus. In winter, the leaves are all gone, and the huge sun shines on the bare branches.

“Okay, follow my instructions, while other middle schools are taking exams these days, hurry up.” Feng Rui urged in Qiu Mingquan’s ear.

Qiu Mingquan quickly quickened his pace and ran towards a middle school a few miles away.

In the winter, when he ran all the way, beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose soon, and after running for a while, he began to pant heavily.

“You can’t do this, your body is so poor.” Feng Rui said unceremoniously, “From today onwards, you have to do physical exercise. Make your body better.”