Chapter 161 I support you
Time flies, and it is mid-June, and the exciting final exams are about to come.

During this period, the most important thing in school was the choice of arts or science. In the second year of high school, the classes would be re-divided according to this. Zhang Yunqi chose the arts for no other reason. There were many beautiful girls in the arts department, which would help him stay away from myopia and cultivate noble sentiments.

Wang Xiaokai, Tian Zhuangzhuang and Yang Wei followed Zhang Yunqi's steps and decided to continue to contribute to lowering the average score line of the liberal arts class. It seems that there is a reason why the liberal arts of the No. 1 Middle School in the city have always been weaker than the science.

With the arrival of mid-June, the high school entrance examination is just around the corner.

The time of the high school entrance examination is very different in each era and each region. The Jiangchuan City High School Entrance Examination is scheduled from June 6th to June 18st. For most freshmen like Zhang Yunqi, the high school entrance examination has nothing to do with them. The only good thing is that they have three more days of vacation, so they can go to the game hall to show off their skills.

However, for the Zhang family, this is a big deal.

Before the high school entrance examination, Longwan Town Middle School had a three-day holiday, and Zhang Chunlan returned to her home in the city.

On the first day before the high school entrance examination, Chunlan rested at home.

She did nothing, but Mother Zhang did a lot of things. She was busy preparing a nutritious meal that could not be finished in two days, including old hen stewed with mushrooms, old duck stewed with snails, old turtle stewed with angelica, wolfberry, red dates and longan... It made Zhang Yunqi recall the chopped peppers he had eaten before the high school entrance examination.

The day before the high school entrance examination, Chu Jian was entrusted by Zhang Yunqi to come to his home to give Chunlan the final pre-exam tutoring.

At this point, there was nothing more to tutor on the knowledge level. Chu Jian systematically helped Chunlan review the outline of what she had learned in the three years of junior high school. She selected some final questions that she thought were typical and could cover the entire knowledge base, and had a good discussion with Chunlan.

Chunlan's knowledge reserve is not a problem. She can answer any knowledge point fluently and draw inferences from one thing. This seemingly ordinary child is very smart, especially with a talent for lightning-fast traversal of complex "equation" networks and quick conclusions.

However, although it seems effortless in front of others, she must have worked very hard behind the scenes. Chu Jian observed that the area where her right middle finger held the pen had been worn away due to long-term friction. She looked at her right middle finger and could deeply feel the efforts Chunlan made in her studies.

In fact, it is like this for everything. The more you put in, the more you value the result. It is difficult to keep a stable mentality in the face of such a big test that determines one's fate. This is especially true for children from ordinary families. Although Chunlan always looked relaxed, Chujian could feel that she was a little depressed because of the excessive emphasis on it. So Chujian spent most of the time talking to her about the mentality before the big test.

After chatting for a long time, Chunlan suddenly asked: "By the way, Chujian, I heard from my mother that you are ranked in the top ten in No. 1 Middle School. How come you are in an ordinary class with such good grades?"

Chu Jian smiled and said, "I was too nervous before the high school entrance exam and caught a bad cold. I didn't perform well in the exam and ended up not doing well."

Chunlan was stunned for a moment and said, "That's a pity."

“Actually, it’s not a pity. Although I didn’t do well in the exam and ended up in an ordinary class, a different journey will bring you different people and different scenery. Some things are more important to you, more important than grades.” The smile on Chu Jian’s little face was light and warm.

Chunlan couldn't quite understand what Chu Jian said.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

On the first day before the high school entrance examination, Zhang Yunqi borrowed Wang Guibing's Big Happiness 520 and took Chunlan back to Yunxi Village. He didn't do anything, just took her back to her hometown to walk around, have a look, and relax.

In fact, how Chunlan did in the exam, at least in Zhang Yunqi's current opinion, is not important. Both his elder brother Zhang Yunfeng and elder sister Zhang Qiulan graduated from junior high school and now have a good career of their own. With Chunlan, such a spiritual girl, there is no need to worry about her future with him around.

But for an inexperienced girl, this is a relatively important process. If you do poorly in the exam, it doesn't matter. If you do well, you will have an extra opportunity to choose your favorite school and future career.

The purpose of life is to find someone I like.

Long Yingtai once said this old saying: "I ask you to study hard, not because I want you to compete with others in grades, but because I hope you will have the right to choose in the future, to choose meaningful and time-consuming work, rather than being forced to make a living. When your work is meaningful in your heart, you will have a sense of accomplishment. When your work gives you time and does not deprive you of your life, you will have dignity. A sense of accomplishment and dignity will bring you happiness."

Zhang Yunqi hopes Chunlan is happy.

For now, she is happiest when she gets good grades.

Zhang Yunqi hasn't been back to Yunxi Village for almost half a year. Yunxi Village is still the same Yunxi Village as before, dilapidated, secluded and pristine. The booming tide of reform and opening up has not left many traces in this small village deep in the mountains, or in other words, everything is without a trace.

A family bought a color TV, a guy who didn't graduate from junior high school went to Guangdong to work, more and more farmers can eat pork every day, tobacco farmers have begun to give up firewood and buy coal to roast tobacco, and the reform and opening up have really improved the lives of the villagers in Yunxi Village. This is enough. The macro policies of this great country are too far away from them. They are only close to the land and they only focus on their feet. Their strength is silent most of the time. The neighbors and sisters-in-law in the hometown are particularly enthusiastic about Zhang Yunqi and his sister. They drank a lot of tea and tasted a lot of agricultural products unique to the village. Perhaps it was the simple enthusiasm unique to farmers, or it might be the rumor in the village that the Zhang family made a fortune in the city.

Zhang Yunqi and Chunlan wandered around the village, on the ridges of the fields, and by the river for a long time, looking at the scenery and chatting about light topics. In fact, Zhang Yunqi had such an experience. He used to be a top student, but he really didn't like to read books or review before every exam, especially before the big exam. He liked to stay in secluded and open places, put the reality behind him, and think about his unfulfilled dreams, such as sleeping with Angelina Jolie. Then, his whole body was filled with the energy to move.

It’s not difficult to get 95 points in the exam.

At noon, we had a sumptuous meal at the home of Zhang Haijun, the uncle of Ji Ling, our former neighbor. We killed a local chicken. On the way back to the city, Zhang Yunqi drove very slowly and asked Chunlan, "How do you feel about visiting your hometown?"

Chunlan smiled and said, "It feels like returning home in glory."

Zhang Yunqi rode a Big Happiness 250, held a Furong King in his mouth and said, "That's nothing. Wait until your brother comes to the village on a private plane, points at the crowd, and rewards each person and household with a villa. That's what it means to return home in glory."

Chunlan said unhappily, "You are driving, can you please do your daydreaming after you get home?"

Zhang Yunqi just smiled.

Chunlan was silent for a moment. She looked at the green fields receding by the roadside and suddenly said, "It's good to come out and relax today. My mind has become more alert. But brother, if I fail the exam, what do you think I should do?"

Zhang Yunqi still smiled: "I will support you."

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P.S. Let me speak from my heart.

It's 3:30 in the morning now. Perhaps you don't know how hard it was for me to write this chapter.

I didn't update last night because I just couldn't take it anymore. I stayed up until two or three in the morning every day for the past few days. I got home at around 8:30 last night. In one word, I was tired. I lay on the bed and slept until 7:10 the next day. The journey was a bit far, and I would be late for work, so I took a taxi to the company.

It was another busy day at work today, I was bent over the computer writing plans. There is no other way. When you first join the company, you have to work hard, you have to perform well, and you have to make your leaders recognize your abilities before you can stay in the company stably.

I still remember clearly how I was fired by my previous company.

I held a welcome party for new employees this afternoon, which lasted until after seven o'clock. I had a quick meal on the roadside. At eight o'clock, I took the bus home. At after nine o'clock, I still felt tired.

I lay on the bed for more than ten minutes, afraid that I would fall asleep and not want to get up to write the book, but I stopped updating yesterday, so I had to write it today.

This code has been used until now.

It's half past three in the morning.

I will probably be in bed at 4am, and I have to get up at 7am tomorrow to go to work. I have slept for three hours, and if I am five minutes late, I will have to take a taxi to the company. But the taxi fare today made me feel bad for more than ten minutes.

In this chapter, I wrote about Long Yingtai's words: I hope you have the right to choose, to choose meaningful and time-consuming work, rather than being forced to make a living. Only in this way can you have a sense of accomplishment, dignity, and happiness.

To be honest, I don’t have any of these three.

Everyone should be able to see that the book's performance is very poor, and the subscriptions are dismal. Now I don't even have the courage to look at the subscription data. After looking at it, I feel even worse and have no motivation to write. But I know I can't blame others. If the writing is not good enough and the updates are too slow, then you can only accept this result.

But no matter what, you can rest assured that I will stick to it. As for updating, I can only say that I have been trying my best. While I write one chapter, others may have already written three chapters. I am not good at writing. There is nothing I can do. When I see some book friends urging me to update, I can only say sorry.

(End of this chapter)