It's just a pity that in this life, it can no longer be.
Qin Xiangmei is not Grandpa Mao; she is just Qin Xiangmei, a golden phoenix who flew out of the mountains and became a mother turkey when she fell into the city.
But Qin Xiangnuan listened to these stories without allowing the name Qin Xiangmei to linger much in her own life. Even if they became Emperors, what did it have to do with her?
A while ago, Jian Zhiqing said he needed to borrow Conghua for a few days to go out. Now that he's gone, it seems much quieter at home. What he is borrowing Conghua for, he wouldn't say; all secretive—no, more like crafty and energetic.
She didn't care much about it anymore, focusing on being busy at school. The seniors had already graduated, and now it's not bad, some even assigned to jobs. If their families were a bit better off, they could land a really nice job; and for those with just average family conditions, as long as they worked hard, they wouldn't fare too badly.
