Chapter 8 chapter eight

"Yes, that young master Zhuo who is so proud." "He's not that kind of person." Ming Xin defended him. "That's because you are the beautiful Teacher Xia." Huang Jiqiang's voice was a bit bitter, as if he was not worth it for himself. He was injured in his home country back then and has not recovered yet. He added: "Zhuo Yuansheng really hates ordinary people to the extreme." "I think maybe it's because he doesn't want his sister to come home all the time and doesn't like her suitors." Huang Jun smiled, "He is so lucky, Mr. Xia is so protective and helps him."

"Yes, you said you saw Yuan Sheng." Huang Jun nodded, "He works in a real estate company and earns a commission as a broker." What? Ming Xin stayed there. Taking the guests to see the house one by one, bargaining for others, how can Zhuo Yuansheng be competent for such trivial tasks? Huang Jiqiang saw her feeling in his heart, "Yes, I never guessed that he would be willing to be a real estate agent." "Have you met him?" "I have a friend who patronized him, but they broke up badly. It is said that his attitude is not good. The guest said: "This house is really big", he sniffed: "You have never seen a big house", the guest countered the price, and he said: " You most hope that the owner will post back, and the guests will turn around immediately."

Ming Xin's ears buzzed. "The client pays him commission, and he is the owner of the rice team. He should be respected. This makes no sense. How can he find a living? Maybe the children of the Zhuo family don't know what part-time work is." Huang Jun couldn't help shaking his head, he took out a business card and put it on the table. Ming Xin took a look and found that it said: "Hua Shang Real Estate Zhuo Yuansheng". How she wished it was another person with the same name and surname. Lin Xuqi pushed the door open and came in, "Is there any result?"

Ming Xin put away his business card, "It's a great harvest." Ms. Lin said: "I have been in the industry for several years, and I have seen a number of luxury buildings change hands at auction. At first, I felt a little empty, but later I got used to it, and it is not surprising." "Thank you, Miss Lin." "You're welcome." Ming Xin turned around and said to Huang Jiqiang: "You are so cute, remember to chase after her." Huang Jiqiang laughed from the bottom of his heart, and lowered his head a little shyly. It seemed that this was the last time he mentioned his hometown.

Mingxin is sincerely happy for him. After returning home, Ming Xin immediately dialed the phone to find Zhuo Yuansheng. "Yes, we do have an agent named Zhuo Yuansheng, and he is accompanying a client to look at the house at the moment. Who are you, please leave a message." Ming Xin replied, "I'll look for him later." She was afraid that if he would be alarmed, he would hide deeper and more closely. The next day, she flew to Toronto to find Zhuo Yuansheng. This is an unfinished dream, and she must find the answer. When I arrived at Huashang Real Estate, a middle-aged lady from a Chinese businessman came out to greet her politely.

"I'm looking for Zhuo Yuansheng." "He has resigned." Ming was stunned. "We have other colleagues who can help you?" "Do you have his home address?" The lady hesitated. "Everyone is Chinese, can you make it easier for me?" The lady laughed, "According to government statistics, by the year 2002 AD, citizens of color will account for 54% of the city's population, more than white people. It's not so easy to take care of each other preferentially." "I'm an old friend of Zhuo Yuansheng, and I specially flew to find him."

The lady bowed her head and wrote an address to Ming Xin, and kindly advised: "If you can't get it back, don't quarrel with him." She misunderstood, but she was a kind person. "Thank you." After taking the address, Ming Xin hailed a taxi and went straight to Zhuo Yuansheng's apartment. He lived in an old apartment house in the city center. He rang the bell at the gate downstairs, but no one answered. After a while, the administrator came to ask: "Who are you looking for?" "Zhuo Jun, Block A, on the twelfth floor." "You can come in."

"Is he home?" "He won't be out this early." Ming Xin knocked on the door outside his unit. Ten minutes later, someone answered the door, and a hoarse voice came out: "Just leave the pizza at the door." Ming Xin quickly seized the opportunity, "Yuan Sheng, Yuan Sheng." He only opened the door a crack, and after a while he asked hesitantly, "Who?" "Yuan Sheng, I'm Xia Mingxin." The apartment was dark and no one answered her. "Yuan Sheng, do you remember Xia Mingxin?" The door opened suddenly, but Ming Xin's eyes were not used to the dark light for a while, so he couldn't see anything.

She stepped lightly into the house. I was a little scared, the hoarse voice didn't seem to belong to Zhuo Yuansheng, what if it was a stranger? "Ming Xin?" The other party didn't believe it either. He saw a beautiful young woman standing outside the door, with a clear face, vaguely familiar, and a slightly anxious expression. Oh, it was indeed Xia Mingxin. She is still so pure and beautiful, she has not changed at all, it is a miracle, like the waterfall and clear spring hanging from the cliff, like the bride's veil, she will never be polluted. He froze. Was it really her, or was the phantom created by bitter memories to tease and tease him?

His voice became even hoarse, "Ming Xin?" "Yuansheng, it's me, I'm here to see you." Ming Xin saw the situation in the room with his eyes. The place has to be a little bigger, and the bathroom in Guyuan should be more spacious. Moreover, the room has a musty smell. This smell is actually popularity. People’s residences can’t be cleaned without cleaning. Kitchens and toilets have to be smell-free to be considered a standard home. If you don’t change the bed sheets for a week, or don’t take a bath every other day, you will immediately smell. Heartbroken, I never thought that one day Zhuo Yuansheng's body would smell other than sunlight.

She walked into the house and closed the door gently. The room was in a mess, and there were old Chinese newspapers under his feet. He saw that the news about his father's accident was published on the headlines. He himself had gained a lot of weight, and Ming Xin couldn't recognize him. Yu Si's face was covered with only one pair of eyes, and he was still unruly, which made Ming Xin call softly: "Yuan Sheng." She walked towards him, kicked an empty wine bottle, and realized that it was also a wine bottle rolling around on the ground. Is this really Zhuo Yuansheng? He also liked to drink champagne in the past, but Kruger champagne is not wine, it is a luxurious enjoyment, and cheap beer is called harmful alcohol. "I've been to your place of work." "I was fired." "I've been looking for you guys." "I know." "Why didn't you show up?" "Look at me now." "I do not care." Yuan Sheng looked down at her protruding belly, "I care." Ming Xin wanted to open the window. "No, no," Yuan Sheng said, "I'm afraid of light." He sat down on the edge of the bed. Ming Xin ignored him all the time, he lifted the corner of the curtains and opened the window a little, immediately a fresh air came in, Ming Xin took a deep breath. "Come on," she said, "I'll help you tidy up." "No, if you don't pay the rent next week, you have to move out." Ming Xin was very calm, "Live as if you were alive, today is today." "Ming Xin," Yuan Sheng looked at her in amazement, "Where does your endless vitality come from?" "Because I am the only one who can take care of me. I have become a habit of being independent since I was a child, and I don't think it is hard." "Yuan Sheng's voice is getting lower and lower,"... is gone. " Ming Xin came closer. "Yuanzong is no longer here." "I know." "I wasn't with him at the time, Yuan Xin didn't contact me." "Did he suffer?" Ming Xin's voice trembled. "No, the doctor kept injecting him, and he clearly said: no life support equipment, let him leave this world naturally and quickly." Ming Xin burst into tears, don't turn her head away. "He promised to hand over the painting to you." "What else did he say?" "Life has been kind to me." "what?" "He has no complaints. He thinks that he can create freely all his life without worrying about his life. He is really lucky." Ming Xin was deeply moved by his optimism. "Shortly after he left, my father's business collapsed." "I read it in the paper." "Soon, it turned out that the so-called ten thousand year foundation was nothing but a scaffolding of bamboo branches, which suddenly collapsed in an instant." Ming Xin squatted in front of him, "Cheer up." Zhuo Yuansheng reached out and stroked Ming Xin's cheek, "You are such an angel." He wiped away tears for her. "Have you met Yuan Xin?" "Only one time, she had her own troubles. She was single, dragged a child, and was busy with work." "No, she's fine, the toddler is adorable, she has a caring boyfriend, and she's on track at work." "Mingxin Mingxin! From your eyes, there are no bad people or bad things in the world. No wonder Yuan Zong loves you." Ming Xin felt a tingle in his heart, he was too impulsive that day. "But he didn't keep you, he couldn't do that without his health." Ming Xin walked to the window, carrying Zhuo Yuansheng on her back, her shoulders shrank a little, and suddenly, she straightened up again, opened the curtains, and let the sun shine in. Zhuo Yuansheng was angry: "Xia Mingxin, who do you think you are, barging in and violating other people's wishes..." Ming Xin pulled him up and pushed him into the bathroom, "You wash me from top to toe, or I will do it for you." She closes the bathroom door. The apartment was too messy for one person to clean up. She wanted to call the cleaning company, but found that the phone line had been cut. She had to use her own mobile phone. At this moment, she heard someone knock on the door. It is the just-talented administrator to recover the rent arrears. "You're still here." The man was a little surprised. Mingxin checked the amount and wrote a check to pay Zhuo Yuansheng the rent owed. The man muttered: "Miss, if a person does not want to save himself, no one can save him. I'm afraid you will waste your time and money in this bottomless pit." Ming Xin was silent. "It's unfortunate to fall in love with a person like this. Turn your back on it." Ming Xin couldn't help it, "You are too talkative." "Alas, good advice hurts my ears." Ming Xin closed the door. She pushed open the bathroom door and found Zhuo Yuansheng sitting under the lotus with all his clothes on, letting the water splash down from his head. She said to him, "Undress." Yuan Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, "You are still that little mother." "Yes, here I am again." Ming Xin smiled. Zhuo Yuansheng suddenly hugged her tightly. He shed tears silently. That day, by the lotus pond in his hometown, he saw her acting as a model for Yuan Zong, and he felt the same sadness. In the afternoon, people from the cleaning company came, and Ming Xin and Yuan Sheng avoided the park. She eats ice cream, he drinks beer. "If you don't come to the west bank," Ming Xin said, "we have a care for each other." Yuan Sheng shaved his mustache, put on clean clothes, and restored his old outlook. He pondered, "Are you going to support me?" Ming Xin got angry, "I don't have that kind of courage, so stop dreaming." "Look at you are still spicy and refreshing, it doesn't take half of your advantage." "Find a job." He spread his hands, "I don't like working part-time. I think every colleague is stupid and vulgar. The working hours are long and boring, which is suffocating." "If you're not used to it, you have to get used to it. Yuanxin hasn't done a good job yet." Yuan Sheng was silent. "Having enjoyed it for so many years, luckier than us, it's time to get down to earth." "I want to go back to school." "Then, get a teaching job." "Zhuo Yuansheng teaches middle school?" "Why not, what's the difference between you and us, when your skin is cut open, it still bleeds thick red blood, you think you are a blue-blooded person?" "It hurts." "Mine never had money, only more pain than yours." After a long time, Zhuo Yuansheng said: "Ming Xin, you are right, I should grow up too." Knowing that she found him, Ming Xin kissed his forehead happily. "Xia Mingxin, I will never love any woman more than you." "That's terrible. It means you really think of me as your mother." A burst of bicycles passed in front of them, the bell jingled, somehow, Ming Xin shed tears again. The apartment was finally cleaned up, and it was said that two truckloads of garbage had been lost. Ming Xin replenished his daily necessities. "Come on, I'll show you how to go to the supermarket." "Ming Xin," he was a little ashamed, "I understand." "Then I'll teach you how to pack toilet paper." Ming Xin was very serious. Zhuo Yuan got angry, "Be careful I'll flush you down the toilet." "No matter how much work you have to do, it's only natural to take care of yourself. Please accept that the time for seven workers to clean up with you is over." "Ming Xin, you are always right." "Thank you." "When are you going back to the West Bank?" "Send me away?" she asked back. "I wish you could stay." "That sounds good." She put the magazine away for him, and the headline on the cover of an old magazine attracted attention: "Legend of Zhuo Shiguang: Zhuo's mortgaged real estate stocks, borrowed 8 billion at the peak, speculated in stocks and real estate, a financial storm, fell to the lowest point Less than 30%..." Ming Xin didn't want to read it any more, so he covered the scroll and put it on the bottom of the bookshelf. It's a success, and someone makes a biography, which is the icing on the cake. If it fails, some people will finish writing and write again, making things worse. It is most comfortable to be an ordinary person. "When it's time to start looking for a job." "Don't you need to exercise to lose weight first?" Yuan Sheng smiled wryly. "Don't evade, I'll come to see you next month." "You left me again?" Yuan Sheng pretended to be surprised. "Yes." Ming Xin was a little sad, "we get together less often, but," she cheered up, "this time I won't lose contact." She took out the pre-written phone address slip and stuck it in the most conspicuous place. Seeing that she was willing to be so wronged, Yuan Sheng couldn't help bowing his head. "You are welcome to come to the West Bank anytime, and meet Yuan Xin by the way." "I'm no longer the second brother she used to be." "What's so good about Zhuo Yuansheng back then, but he was a miserable green boy with a slightly neat appearance, it's hard for you to be so nostalgic for yourself." Yuan Sheng smiled, "Since it's so unbearable, why did you fall in love with me at first sight?" Ming Xin opened his mouth wide, "Do I have it? I don't even remember." "Yes, you are deeply in love with me." "It will be more pleasant to say this sentence in Mandarin." He switched to Mandarin and said, "It's your face like water that illuminates my memory." Ming Xin nodded, "Speaking this kind of words in a dialect other than Mandarin will make people shiver. You see, how important it is to learn Mandarin well." "Thank you, Teacher Xia." Xia Mingxin said: "I'm sorry, I have to go back to Si'an, I have students waiting for me." Zhuo Yuansheng stared at her, "Little worker bee forever." "I also admit that it is true." "There are glistening beads of sweat on the forehead, a lock of silver hair hangs down, the tip of the nose is slightly oily, and there is a special labor atmosphere." Ming Xin said softly: "Compared to the weak Zhuo family women, they are a different kind of person." "Yuan Xin also has a job now." "Come and visit her." "step by step." "Don't drink too much." He sighed, "It's time to wake up too." Ming Xin held his hand tightly and leaned against his shoulder. She handed over the cash around her to Zhuo Yuansheng, "Friends have the meaning of making money." "I'll pay you back as soon as I get a job." He takes her to the airport. Ming Xin said, "I have confidence in you." He replied: "At this moment, only you can think highly of me." Xia Mingxin's students were really waiting for her, but there was no trace of lawyer Wang Baijiu in the class. Ming Xin asked Mrs. Xu, "Where is Lawyer Wang?" "Heh, I went to the United States for vacation, Mr. Xia, it turns out that he already has a girlfriend, look at how confused I am." I apologized silently. "Did you say when you'll be back?" "Mr. Xia, are you interested in him?" Mrs. Xu was very embarrassed. "Don't worry, he's my friend's boyfriend." "Oh," Mrs. Xu breathed a sigh of relief, "So you already knew, yes, I heard that he went to San Francisco with his girlfriend." "marry?" "He refused to disclose. It is said that the parents objected and insisted on not attending the wedding." Yuan Xin did not discuss this matter with her, Ming Xin regretted that she was not a good person, but she was willing to bless Zhuo Yuanxin. Mrs. Xu's opinion was also admired by Ming Xin. She said: "What do you think of others? Many people choose thousands of things, but they only pick a rotten lamp." Ming Xin smiled, "As long as the person involved is happy." Mrs. Xu smiled, "Mr. Xia, of course you are more enlightened than me." Ming Xin knew that Zhuo Yuanxin avoided her deliberately, so Yuan Xin did not forget the past, she just didn't want to bring it up. Ming Xin went to visit her house, the door was open, the building was empty, and the manager was showing people the house. It turned out to have moved away. In the kitchen, there are discarded newspapers, reporting the same news: "A financial turmoil has severely damaged Zhuo's two listed companies and private finances...", and there are children's old toys in the corner. The customer seemed quite satisfied, and he negotiated a far price with the manager. After he left, the agent came over to greet Ming Xin, "Miss, I have another spacious rental apartment in my hands." "The old owner left in a rather hasty way?" "The lease expired." The members of the Zhuo family are always elusive. On the surface, they are more easy-going than before, but they are still lonely in their hearts. Xia Mingxin saw an empty room again. Even Xiao Yuanxin is like this, others can imagine. He suddenly returned home and dialed Zhuo Yuansheng. No one else was there, only the tape recorder was left to speak: "Please leave a message." "Yuan Sheng, I'm Xia Mingxin, is the phone line connected properly? Please work hard." After I finished speaking, I realized that I was like the kind of mother who left a note in the lunch box of elementary school students: "Xiao Ming, mother loves you, study hard", "Sister, pay attention to the teacher's homework."... She smiled sadly. With his arms wrapped around his chest, unconsciously, he gently stroked his arms, as if to comfort himself. The phone rings.Hey, could it be that Zhuo Yuansheng is back. "We are Orlando Law Firm, looking for Miss Xia Mingxin." Ming Xin was startled, "I am." The lady's voice was very pleasant, "Miss Xia, may I know a Mr. Zhuo Yuanzong." "I knew him, but he's dead." "Yes, he is deceased." Ming Xin's voice was very soft, "What's the matter?" "He has a will with us." "Reading the will until now? It's been nearly five years since he died." "He appointed us to open the will only last week." "why?" "He has a rather special cause." "Is my name in the will?" "Miss Xia is really a smart person, we took a little effort to find you." "He has something for me?" "Yes, please bring your identification documents." "What did he leave me?" "Shall we make an appointment for an interview?" "I can come out this afternoon." Ming Xin walked up to her little portrait, took it off, and grabbed it to his chest, feeling a little dazed. In the afternoon, when I walked into Orlando's office, I realized that the lawyer was a beautiful blond woman, well-dressed, and seemed to have a good business. "Miss Xia, please sit down." Another secretary came to check Xia Mingxin's citizenship certificate. "Miss Xia, Zhuo Yuanzong gave you all his bequests." Ming Xin was stunned, unable to speak, but his heart was very sore, the scabbed scar was uncovered again, and bleeding came out. "A total of more than 30 watercolor works are ready for a small exhibition. Does Ms. Xia know that Zhuo's works are very popular among collectors today?" "I know that his paintings have appreciated in value, about thirty pieces can be sold for—" she said a certain amount. "Your information is correct, and the market will rise in the future." Ming Xin's face turned away slowly, without making a sound. Madame Orlando suddenly said softly: "You are lovers." Keep silent. "Zhuo Yuanzong thought of everything for you. He knew that the family business would collapse before he was alive. In order not to be involved in these works, he stored the books in a gallery. Now that the family business has been liquidated, it is handed over to you." Ming Xin bowed her head and remained silent. Orlando added: "It is right to cry when it is time to cry." Ming Xin shed tears in a daze, endless miss, forever miss, the trauma of life and death, will never be erased. Orlando gave her a business card, "This is the address of the gallery. I have informed the owner that you will be there at any time." Xia Mingxin asked at this moment: "Do you have any letter—" Orlando shook his head, "That kind of affection is beyond description." The assistant spread out the document and asked Xia Mingxin to sign it. Ming Xin's left hand had to hold his right hand to prevent trembling. Orlando coughed, "Miss Xia, if you are willing to sell Zhuo Yuanzong's works, I can act as an agent." Ming Xin only answered: "Yes, yes." Back under the sun, she stood on the corner of the street for a while before heading towards the designated gallery. This gallery is much larger, and the young host greeted her as soon as she saw her, "Miss Xia, welcome to Jianzong Gallery, I'm Zhou Jianhua." Ming Xin sat down quietly, and the waiter brought out tea. There are several modern paintings hanging on the snow-white walls, and the air conditioning is a bit cool. "Miss Xia, Zhuo Yuanzong was a partner of our store during his lifetime." That's why it's called Jianzong Gallery. "You are his heir, you should know his personality, he takes fame and fortune lightly." Ming Xin nodded. "But this kind of person will become famous and successful. The last time he held an art exhibition was seven years ago. Collectors came here after hearing the news, waiting in line outside the store all night, and asked for chips to let them buy first. ." Ming Xin nodded. "If you resell the painting to Europe, you can already make 20% profit. This time, I advise Ms. Xia to resell it by herself. I can contact Ms. Xia." "Then," Ming Xin asked in a low voice, "Didn't Zhuo Yuanzong's works become commodities?" Zhou Jianhua was a little helpless, "Sometimes it is reduced to speculation, which is no different from pork belly, barley, and cocoa beans in the futures market. However, this is what every painter dreams of." Ming Xin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Please follow me to see these paintings." The works, unmounted, are randomly stacked one by one and placed in an air-conditioned storage room. Zhou Jianhua said: "The painting is full of the joy of life. You can see the color changes, the affection of the brush strokes, and the whole atmosphere is elegant and beautiful, which is really rare." Ming stared at Yuanzong's legacy. "I have sent the list of works and color photos to Europe." Zhou Jianhua is a businessman. He sells paintings just like other people sell leather shoes. That's fine. He doesn't have any jail time, so he can concentrate on making money. "I envy Zhuo Yuanzong, he has no complaints about life." Ming Xin stood up and said goodbye. Zhou Jianhua sent her to the door. "Miss Xia, contact me as soon as you have a decision." "I know." Back in the small apartment, Ming Xin lay on the pillow, unable to move, she was very, very tired. Yuanzong Yuanzong, please come to dream. She herself stepped into the dreamland first, a fine white sand beach with no one there, strong wind, big waves, rolling up white flowers, and seagulls whirling low and low with the airflow. "Yuanzong?" There is no one, only his easel, ah, the watercolors are not yet dry, a landscape painting, the outline has been outlined with a pencil, and the paint number has been written, ready to be colored. "Yuanzong?" No one answered her, she turned around, and saw the gray dove-colored roof of her hometown in the distance. Then, the dream woke up. Xia Mingxin's students were waiting for her. These children are her treasures and the reason she gets up early every day. In the evening, Yuan Sheng called her. "I've found temps." "What nature?" "Car dealership." Earning commission again, that kind of work is not suitable for him. "I want to pay off my debts, and I will give in." "What debt?" Ming Xin was surprised. "I owe you a lot." "What is that?" "At night, I teach at the community center." He was positive. Ming Xin was very happy, "Teach me what?" "How to Drive a High-Performance Sports Car." Ming Xin sneered and laughed, "Do you have a resume?" "Of course, I have an international racing license." Ming Xin gained a little understanding of him. "I'm so glad you found me." He was sincerely grateful. "I'm just as happy to see you, and have a drink?" "You can quit for a while, and I don't have to lie to you. The wine bottle is very comfortable and safe to hold in your hand." Ming Xin smiled, "Just don't get drunk." "You are always so understanding and considerate." Later, before school officially started, Ming Xin visited him on the east coast again. Although it was already evening, Zhuo Yuansheng still did not go home. The apartment manager recognized her, "You're that crazy girlfriend." Xia Ming couldn't help but laugh. "You won't be disappointed, you get it right, he gets a job again, picks himself up, and your investment pays off." Ming Xin looked at this troublesome administrator and couldn't help smiling slightly. "He's not at home. He should be at the Honda dealership on Twenty-ninth Street." Ming Xin immediately drove to Twenty-ninth Street to give him a surprise. When she got out of the car and approached the dealership, she saw him. Zhuo Yuansheng was watching the car with a middle-aged lady. The lady was not too old, but for some reason, her face was full of flesh and her posture was arrogant. A person who is thirty years old must be responsible for his own appearance. It is not wrong at all. I saw her pointing fingers and expressing opinions, but Zhuo Yuansheng, uncharacteristically, couldn't bear to say yes. Heartbroken. For a while, it was unclear whether Zhuo Yuansheng really cheered up, or whether such a boost was worth it. It shouldn't be blamed for him wanting to have a drink to soothe his worries after work. It seems that the car dealership has thrown all the hard-to-serve customers to him, a newcomer, to greet him. Through the glass, Ming Xin stood for a long time, but did not come forward to recognize each other. The middle-aged lady went so far as to wrap her arms around Zhuo Yuansheng's. Yuan Sheng didn't turn her away and let the middle-aged lady do whatever she wanted. It looks like he's made the deal. Xia Mingxin quietly left the garage. What she saw was an angel with broken wings. No wonder Zhuo Yuanxin wanted to move to avoid old acquaintances, there was really no need to confess to anyone. On the way back, Ming was so tired that she fell asleep. She was helpless and lonely. Suddenly, she saw a familiar door, and she gently pushed it open. There was someone sitting behind her back in the room, the light was not very good, but she knew who he was—and so was he. As soon as she opened her mouth, she said, "Yuanzong, I want to sell your paintings." He didn't turn his head, but replied softly: "The painting is given to you, and you can dispose of it." "I want to hand over the proceeds to Yuan Sheng." "Oh! You saw Yuan Sheng." "The vowel environment is not good." "I know Yuan Sheng very well, his hands are always tight." "No, not in the past, it's really embarrassing now." "He has been wasting money, time and emotions all the time. If he learns a lesson, he may be more at ease in the future." "But seeing him suffer—" "Yuan Sheng is not suffering anymore, you can rest assured." Ming Xin was in a daze, and after a while, he said: "I miss you very much." She was waiting for his answer when someone pushed her awake. "Miss, the plane is here." Even in his dreams, he couldn't get what he wanted, Xia Mingxin took his luggage and went ashore one by one, feeling as if his heart had been hollowed out. She immediately ordered Liu Zong Gallery to sell all Zhuo Yuanzong's works. Zhou Jianhua praised: "This is the correct way to deal with it." In business, it is natural to talk about business. Ming Xin wryly smiled. The school started, and there were 24 students in a class, and the proud new immigrant Chinese parents' wife grabbed her and complained: "The foreign education system is lax, how can it compare with Diocesan College." "Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to transfer to a private school. There are only twenty students in a class in a private school." "In the future, as long as I can get promoted, I will give to the end no matter what. Stanford and Harvard will not hesitate." "Mr. Xia, my daughter's grades are better than those of her peers, can I let her skip class?" The class teacher has to deal with at least ten or twenty gifted children every year, but it doesn't matter, fortunately, after three to five years, these geniuses will naturally disappear among all living beings. There was a little boy who was very silent and out of gregarious, so he just sat in the classroom for a while.