Lu Jiayi had a dream. In the dream, he was still Fang Qingyan. He didn't sleep in the middle of the night and lie under the flower window and listened to the rain. The maid was helping him cook tea. The lychee carbon was emitting a cool blue flame, neither too fast nor too slow. The yellow lantern shone on a pool of lotus flowers outside the window, and the raindrops sounded in the light.

"The sound of rain cooled down all night, and autumn came to the thousands of lotus leaves." He chanted.

A rapid ringtone broke the comfort and tranquility. Lu Jiayi was not used to the alarm clock ringtone. When he was suddenly awakened by the alarm, he was so scared that his soul was half gone. He rubbed his eyes and got up, and saw that the window outside was still dark. He sat on the bed and tinkered for a long time before closing the alarm.

But there was already a slight sound outside. He put on his clothes and went out the door. Seeing the lights in the living room were on, the sound of stone grinding outside was heard, and Lin Xiuying was already grinding.

"There are three hardships in life, and we can sell tofu with a boat and iron."

Lu family tofu is all handmade stone-grinded tofu, which is relatively rare in Fuchuan. Nowadays, there are many mechanical tofu, but this is also a selling point, pure natural and original. Nowadays, the more traditional the production techniques are, the more people like it. It is actually raining outside, and the drizzle hits the sunshade above the stone mill, ticking.

"Mom, I'll help you."

When Lin Xiuying saw him come out, she quickly said, "Don't leave, don't worry, hurry up and wash and go to school, I'll finish it right away."

"It's okay, it's still early. It's raining today, so I definitely don't have to go to morning fuck."

Lu Jiayi insisted on helping her, but fortunately, there was only one last bit of effort left, so Lin Xiuying stood aside and said happily: "It's good that you have this heart. If you don't like the smell of beans, don't vomit anymore, you can't even eat breakfast."

When Lu Jiayi was a child, she liked to grind tofu very much. Later, when she grew up, she suddenly disliked it. She also disgusted the smell of tofu, saying that she would have a headache when she smelled the fishy smell of beans.

He had never done a job, his palms were very tender, and after pushing for a while, he turned red and itchy. However, he helped Lin Xiuying pour the grinded soy milk into the vaon, and then went back to the room to wash.

At half past five, he went out with his schoolbag on his back. Seeing that he frowned and fiddled for a long time without opening the umbrella, Lin Xiuying went to help him open it: "You can't even hit the umbrella?"

Lu Jiayi suddenly realized and said, "So it's just clicking on this."

He opened his umbrella and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "Mom, you are not allowed to eat only mooncakes during the day. You can also cook some food, why don't you buy something to eat."

Lin Yueying was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I love to eat mooncakes, so don't worry about me. You have to use your brain. You must eat well in school. If the money in the meal card is not enough, tell me."

“Enough.”

As soon as Lu Jiayi left the house, Tang Saner came in wearing a big hat. Lin Xiuying said, "It's raining, you don't even have an umbrella."

"It's okay, it's just this short distance." He said, then rolled up his sleeves and helped Lin Xiuying pour the soy milk mixed with boiling water into the cloth bag: "Just hold the bag, be careful not to splash on you."

Lin Xiuying smiled and reached out to help Tang San take off his drizzled hat.

The rain outside seemed to be heavier, because it was still dark on rainy days. Lu Jiayi held an umbrella and walked through the flowers. He saw Qi Yang riding a car from the intersection. It was raining. He didn't hold an umbrella, but only wore a baseball cap. When Lu Jiayi wanted to say hello, he rode his car and rushed over like an arrow. The wheels of the car rolled over the red and white petals on the ground, splashing fine water splashes, and the faint cold light of street lights.

Under the dim street lights, the rain was dense, the autumn rain was cold, and the wind was also chilly. Lu Jiayi was worried that she would get lost again, so she chased Qi Yang's back. The backpack behind her was rushing, and the pencil case roared in the bag. He suddenly noticed Qi Yang turned around, stopped quickly, turned his head to look at the flowers climbing on the wall, and when Qi Yang turned around, he quickly covered his schoolbag and chased him wildly.

The closer the first middle road, the more people were on the road, and suddenly someone shouted his name behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Zhou Yangliu.

Zhou Yangliu was wearing very warm clothes. He was not tall and looked a little heavy when wearing thick clothes. He ran over with an umbrella and said, "You are getting up so late today."

Lu Jiayi said "um" and he knew that Zhou Yangliu didn't like him. The other party's hostility was released very clearly.

"What happened to you this time? Why are you so poor in the exam? You must have performed poorly, right? But it doesn't matter. Next time, you will try hard and try to grab your seat. Come on."

Lu Jiayi glanced at him, saw Zhou Yangliu looking at him with smugness on her face, and said, "Do you like my seat very much?"

Zhou Yangliu was stunned for a moment and said, "I got it based on my strength. I want to choose which one I want!"

"If you like it, I'll take it for you. I'll do it next time and I won't compete with you."

He is sincere. Once he is the top scholar, he will always be a poor student? He will sooner or later become a top student!

Secondly, he felt that no matter where he sat, he would learn well or learn well. Zhou Yangliu liked the seat in the third row so he didn't need to grab it, so why bother?

Zhou Yangliu's face looked a little ugly and said, "Don't say it as if you gave it to me. If you have the ability, pass me and grab it back."

Someone next to him called Zhou Yangliu's name, so Zhou Yangliu passed by. The two of them entered the school gate with a chat and laughter. When they were about to enter through the front door of the classroom, Zhou Yangliu looked back at him.

Lu Jiayi found it strange. He thought Zhou Yangliu was very proud and disliked. She just got the first place in the school. What is this? At best, she is at the level of a scholar. What's the point?

However, Zhou Yangliu's popularity is much better than that of him, which shows that Lu Jiayi should be even more annoying.

He put away the umbrella under the corridor, shook the rainwater on his head, and put it together next to the other colorful umbrellas. Then he went in through the back door. Qi Yang was already lying on his seat, as if he was sleeping again.

Lu Jiayi sat down quietly and put her schoolbag into the table. She remembered that Qi Yang had forgotten to bring the pen. He wanted to thank him in person, but when he saw his deskmate sleeping, he gave up.

It rained today, and the morning exercises at 6:00 were gone. Before 7:00, there were morning reading classes. The whole teaching building was buzzing. The sound of reading was louder in the classroom, and everyone was reciting it. Lu Jiayi couldn't read English, so she took out the Chinese textbook and recited Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

As long as Qi Yang didn't train, he would sleep, and Liu Hongmin was too lazy to care about him. The noisy sound of reading in the classroom became his best hypnotic music. However, this time he vaguely heard a trace of discordant notes, saying that it was memorization, not chanting, or singing, he frowned and opened his eyes, and saw his new deskmate shaking his head and chanting in a very strange tone: "Teng Jiao Qi Feng, the Ci Zong of the Scholar of the Scholar of the Scholar of the Scholar of the Scholar of the Scholar of the Purple Lightning, the Armory of the General Wang."

His eyes were closed, and he was shaking his head very unfairly, but his expression was extremely serious, and his waist was particularly straight. The book was not placed on the table like others, but was held in his hand. Jiang Chao and Song Ci both turned their heads and looked over.

"Hello."

Jiang Chao took photos of Lu Jiayi's stack of books: "What are you doing?"

Lu Jiayi opened her eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about in a ghost?"

"I am reciting the preface of Tengwang Pavilion."

"I know you are reciting the preface of Tengwang Pavilion, but what are you singing?"

Lu Jiayi didn't understand what Jiang Chao was looking for. She didn't know how to recite ancient poems as stiffly as they did, but ancient poems had to be shaking their heads and chanted slowly with rhymes to understand the taste. These ignorant scholars are really...

He didn't care about Jiang Chao and continued to follow his own lyrics. The classroom was in chaos, and no one could hear him except the few around him. Jiang Chao turned around and said, "I haven't been with the academic masters. It turns out that the academic masters memorized the text like this?"

Qi Yang closed his eyes again and listened to Lu Jiayi reciting in a slight manner. It was really awkward at first, but after listening for a long time, he gradually realized the taste. The green and bright sound, with a strange tone, sent him to his dream leisurely.
Chapter completed!