The school did not make a big show of any "donation declaration." It merely invited Jiang Xiaoyan's family into the principal's office and settled the matter as quietly as possible.
This, too, had been influenced by Li Ye. Otherwise, according to past practice, they would have publicized it one way or another.
They would have praised the student's academic achievements, highlighted the school's and teachers' appreciation for talent, then encouraged Jiang Xiaoyan to press on and scale new heights.
After Jiang Xiaoyan's mother, Chen Jinhua, thanked the principal and teachers and left the office, Jiang Xiaoyan's grandfather had already stormed out through the school gates.
The old man had watched the scholarship in his hand fly away, and his grandson's place in the advanced class vanish as well. He was so furious he nearly cursed Mother right there on the spot.
This made Jiang Xiaoyan deeply worried. At home, her Mother was like a tiger, tearing at this and biting at that, seemingly fierce in every direction. Yet Jiang Xiaoyan understood very well that Mother was truly exhausted, utterly exhausted.
And she, Jiang Xiaoyan, was the biggest burden weighing down Mother's body and soul.
"Why are you crying?"
Seeing Jiang Xiaoyan lower her head and wipe away tears, Chen Jinhua immediately said sternly, "Lift your head. Don't make people laugh at you like a monkey pissing,
You must remember this: us women's tears are useless. Only by getting into university can you make people look at you properly, only then can you speak loudly to men."
Jiang Xiaoyan wiped her tears, but still did not raise her head. She only said softly, "Mother, when you go back, Grandma may blame you.
Talk to my dad first. Tell him that once I get into university, I'll send ten yuan home every