She stopped from time to time, tilting her head to examine the mountain of books, bursting into hearty laughter.
Perhaps He Xi was somewhat heartbroken.
He had finally lost his girlfriend Jiang Xue.
On the day Ol' Kang went to the elementary school, their similar heights made He Xi feel like a dwarf.
The tutor was right.
No one was interested in He Xi's research.
The tutor did indeed take a set and stuffed four hundred yuan into his hand before leaving without a word.
After his figure had gone far away, He Xi saw him shaking his head slightly and tossing the books into the trash bin by the road.
It was Liu Qing's action that truly made He Xi realize:
The micro-continuum was indeed useless, not even worthy of being taken home as an ornament.
The sky seemed to have a sweat-stained passbook fluttering back and forth.
He Xi's ears once again seemed to hear his mother's words that day: "This is the money for the factory buying out mom's twenty-seven years of work."
