: First in the city

Tang Jinyu was recuperating at home for a while. During this time, Xia Ye took the high school entrance examination.
The weather in June, the sun is high in the sky, is the season to eat popsicles.
Tang Jinyu wore short-sleeved shorts, with a small rainbow printed on the front (chest xiong), and a pair of light blue (color) sandals. She was lying on the small bench by the window to look outside. The air conditioner was turned on in his house, but because the window was open again, the room was not really cool.
Chen Suling is now in a particularly contradictory state. She wants to give her child the best, and she is worried that her son will be bored in the room.
Tang Jinyu has been waiting by the window. He heard the ringing of the bicycle bell downstairs, and his eyes lit up. She had to walk on tiptoe to open the door when she climbed off the sofa, "Mom, I will pick up Brother Xiaye~"
Chen Suling was looking at the picture album in the room. Their company is doing a good job. They opened a menswear design department. The person in charge is very (gan) and sent a lot of pictures to her. She glanced at the door of the living room. Said: "Go, remember to come back for dinner soon."
"Hey!"
Chen Suling heard the door close with a "　Da", smiled and shook her head, and looked down at the album again.
She moved some work and took home to deal with it. The fact that the child had a fever some time ago scared her, but in the past one or two months, it looks like the little guy is like a okay person again. And I look a little more lively than before. When eating and playing the piano, my fingers are much better, my sense of balance is also increased (stronger), and occasionally I don't fall when I trot.
Xia Ye returned from the exam and moved a lot of things home.
Tang Jinyu was a little more courageous than before. She already dared to stand alone at the top of the stairs waiting for Xia Ye to come up, but when he saw him moving his desk back, he turned around and ran away. After a while, the child led Teacher Xia to come and help.
Xia Ye gave in, but didn't let them both get sick (inserted), "It's okay, I can do it myself."
Teacher Xia said: "Then I will help you get some books."
This Xia Ye didn’t stop him. He carried a desk and a chair and stuffed some books in his slung backpack. Teacher Xia took out seven or eight books and gave one to the kid who was next to him who wanted to help. He explained: "Xiaoyu Be careful when you walk, and walk slowly."
The child is holding it earnestly, and learns from him: "Teacher also walks slowly."
Teacher Xia held the book in one hand, and took the children with the other hand, and followed his son home.
The Xia family lived with the two of them, and the cleaning was always simple and clear. The living room had a set of rattan sofas, and two or three pots of rich bamboo—the branches raised during the Spring Festival, and there were a few more pots. The room is full of coolness.
Xia Ye put the desk and chair aside, drank water first, and drank half of a bottle before quenching his thirst.
Teacher Xia asked, "How did you move the desk back?"
Xia Ye put down the water cup, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his clothes. "It's for Xiaoyu, don't you want to give him a class? You need a desk for class."
Teacher Xia felt that it made sense. He took the rag and wiped it carefully. He also taught the child: "Look at how new the desk and books are used by brother, Xiaoyu will cherish it in the future."
Tang Jinyu turned around the desk, happy.
Xia Ye has a little emptiness, and he doesn't care about it, but uses it less frequently. After flipping through the book, I learned that it was useless. As for the desk, he didn't have time to scratch like other people. It would be nice if he could go to school on time and take a few days off.
With a small desk, Tang Hongjun and Teacher Xia began to "teaching" the children seriously.
Because it was during the summer vacation, Mr. Tang from the provincial capital rushed back to send his grandson a notice of graduation from a small kindergarten class. Like the previous one, this was written by him himself.
Tang Jinyu is five and a half years old and has already obtained a graduation certificate personally approved by her PhD supervisor, and she has all a grade, which can be said to be very outstanding!
Elder Tang brought the little grandson in person for a few months. Every day he changed tricks and praised him. He said he was awesome when he got the topic right, he was creative when he did it wrong, and there is no bottom line for the pampering.
The old man only heard about his grandson's illness after the fact. The two younger generations in his family reported the good and the bad, but how could he be unaware when he was old? Knowing that the child had a high fever, he was talking nonsense and yelling "Grandpa" many times in his sleep, Old Tang couldn't help taking out his handkerchief and wiping his tears several times.
Tang?`Ren Yun 　镒敒昕　 Temple Mo 　　順　畦　身shen) has a special physical condition, and the old man does not have any requirements for him. On the contrary, the more so, the more he is full of joy for the little progress of the child.
After enjoying the joy of family for half a month here, because there was still something in the provincial school that needed him to preside, he could only reluctantly leave.
After he left, Tang Hongjun and his wife found a passbook in the sugar bowl on the coffee table at home, which contained 500,000 yuan.
Chen Suling wanted to take it back for the old man. Tang Hongjun stopped her and said with a smile: "No, even if you send it back to Dad, Dad won't take it. He didn't give us the money."
Chen Suling wondered: "Who is it for?"
"For Xiaoyu."
Chen Suling couldn't laugh or cry. She took the money and sighed, her heart filled with warmth: "Then I will take it for Xiaoyu first, and then give it to him when he gets older."
Tang Hongjun originally wanted to joke that this was money for marrying a wife, but he took it back when it came to his lips and didn't tell it. They all know the physical condition of their son. They don't dislike him and are willing to accompany him for the rest of their lives, but it doesn't mean they can lie to other girls. This money can be reserved for his son to buy two more houses. It just so happens that he just issued a bonus here, so he can book a shop together... Tang Hongjun thought for a while, and determined that he would raise his son in wealth. belief.
At this moment, the kid Tang Jinyu, the quasi-rent collector, didn't even know about his wealth. He was eating watermelon at Teacher Xia's house.
Xia Ye was too lazy to cut, so he picked a small cut watermelon and gave everything in half, and he was eating with a spoon.
Tang Jinyu was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. The watermelon was too heavy. He could only eat it in his arms. A spoonful of it was put in his mouth, his face bulged, and he ate with gusto like a hamster.
Xia Ye next to him was holding a watermelon in one hand, dialing to check the results.
After the high school entrance examination results came down, he checked a few, and the scores were the same as he estimated. The last math has not been checked yet. If it is consistent with expectations, the school's first place has not run. I just don’t know that this score can be ranked in the city. Which number. If it is based on the previous year's results, it is about the top five, and I can get a scholarship, about 2,000 yuan, enough to buy a new accordion for the child.
Xia Ye glanced at the kid next to him who was eating watermelon obediently, and took a piece of tissue to him, "wipe his lips."
"Hey~"
Xia Ye couldn't help laughing as he looked at his happy little face with a tissue.
The big and the small are facing each other and the phone rang at home.
Xia Ye thought it was his classmates who came to ask about the scores, and he answered with a "hey", but there was the head teacher over there, and his voice was cheerful and eager through the phone: "Xia Ye! Number one, you got number one in the city. Ah! I really have you hahaha!"
"No. 1 in the city?"
"Yes! The difficulty of this year's math questions has increased. The last two big questions have exceeded the outline, and the scores can be reduced a lot. Do you know how much you have done in the math test! 119 points, one point less is a perfect score!"
"Oh."
"Why are you so calm! Don't you have anything to say to the teacher?"
"Yes, how did I deduct the last point?"
"...???"