Jiang Shiqing stopped talking, lowered his head and stared at the water in the cup, the water ripples were shaking slightly.
Song Yutang continued, "Your parents send you to study abroad because they want to give you more choices. If you choose business, but you suffer, suffer from depression, and repeatedly self-mutilate every day, do you think it is a good deal? On the other hand, if you choose archeology and dig soil, read slips, and study things thousands of years ago every day, but your eyes are bright every day, do you think your parents will scold you?"
Jiang Shiqing's eyelashes fluttered and her fingers tightened. After a long time, she said softly, "... No."
"That's enough." Song Yutang smiled and leaned forward slightly, "You can learn whatever you like. Jiang Family does not lack your management skills. Although your brother is a bastard, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. He is a bit useless, but he won't be able to hold on to the family business. You should study your archeology well and dig soil wherever you want in the future. If anyone stops you, I will block it for you."
Jiang Shiqing raised his head to look at her. Behind the thick lenses, his eyes did not dodge or droop for the first time.
Now that Jiang Shiqing has found his own way, Song Yutang of course needs to be guided in depth.
However, she did not immediately rush her to take the exam and blend in with the crowd.
He only took her to participate in some archeology department reading groups and academic salons from time to time, and let her watch and listen from a distance.
After several times, Jiang Shiqing shrank in the corner without saying a word at first, then gradually dared to take the notes handed to her by reading through them, and finally someone took the initiative to talk to her and added her WeChat.
Her WeChat friend list slowly changed from single digits to double digits.
Song Yutang never interfered with her pace of making friends, but occasionally when she hesitated to speak, he lightly touched her elbow and gave her a reassuring look.
Jiang Zhixia also often comes to accompany her.
Zhixia has a gentle and gentle temperament, speaks softly, and took her to several charity dinners.
When someone makes sarcastic remarks, Zhixia will not embarrass the person in person. He just pulls the person aside with a smile, puts a cup of hot milk into her hand, bends his eyes and says, "Don't take it seriously, they don't understand you."
Once after a dinner party, three women stood on the steps at the door of the club blowing air.
Jiang Shiqing suddenly turned his head, his eyes were a little red, but his eyes were clear and bright, and he said softly, "I always thought that all the sisters in my family are like Jiang Shiya... It turns out that they can be like sister Zhixia."
One early morning half a year later, Jiang Shiqing received an email. Elder He, the top archeology professor in the country, responded personally and attached a scanned copy of the hearing.
There was a line at the end of the email. "I have read your manuscript interpretation homework, and the basic skills are very solid. Come and audit for a year, and if you show results, I will accept you."
In the same month, at the construction site on the outskirts of the city, Jiang Siyu finished moving the last pile of bricks.
A thick layer of calluses formed on his palms, his joints became thicker, and his skin became tanned.
The foreman patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay, young man. He has lost weight in the past few months, but he looks stronger."
He just smiled, flattened and folded the wages one by one, and stuffed them into his pocket.
The worker with whom he has the best relationship, Xiao Li, is in his early twenties. He has three younger siblings to support and sends back more than half of his monthly salary.
One night after work, the two of them squatted at the door of the work shed and ate watermelon. Xiao Li chewed the pulp and asked him casually, "You said you turned out to be a young master? Why did you come here to suffer?"
Jiang Siyu was silent for a long time, and roughly explained the cause and effect.
Xiao Li After hearing this, he threw the gnawed melon rind on the ground and said with a rare expression of gloom, "If I had known you were such a person, I would not recognize you as my brother."
Jiang Siyu was stunned.
Xiao Li stood up and patted the dirt on his butt, looking down at him. "Your parents were killed. You don't hate the murderer, but instead hate your sister? Where did you go to study? My parents are farming in my hometown, and they can't make much money all year round for us to study. If anyone dares to lay a finger on my parents, I will fight to the death."
He paused and softened his tone a little. "Those friends of yours are doing you a favor by taking you drinking and racing? I don't have many brothers, but they all came to help me on motorcycles across the provinces overnight when something happened at home. As a young man, do you know what a friend is?"
He left, leaving Jiang Siyu sitting alone at the door of the shed, holding half a piece of watermelon rind in his hand, and was stunned for a long time.
That night he lay on the iron bed and tossed and turned, and the wire bed on the upper bunk creaked.
The old worker in the next bed was snoring loudly, and there were crickets chirping outside the window.
He stared at the yellow incandescent light bulb above his head, with only the words Xiao Li running through his mind.
The next day he took half a day off and returned to the Jiang Family with the stack of wages.
Song Yutang almost didn't recognize him when he saw him in the study.
The young man who used to wear gold and silver and had a face full of arrogance is gone. The person in front of him has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are sunken, his cheekbones are protruding, his complexion is dark, and there are still a few scratches on the back of his hands that have not faded.
But my eyes are different. They used to be floating and scattered, but now they are sinking.
Jiang Siyu took out the three hundred yuan from his pocket and placed them neatly on the desk one by one. He took a half step back and lowered his eyes. "I will give you these three hundred yuan. I really don't deserve the surname Jiang, and I am sorry for my parents." But my surname is already Jiang, and I deserve the inheritance from my parents. From now on, I will be a down-to-earth person and do good things. When I am qualified to have the surname Jiang, I will formally apply to change it back and inherit my parents' inheritance in a legitimate and legitimate manner."
Song Yutang looked at the stack of banknotes soaked in sweat and dried on the table, and nodded. "Since you want to inherit the inheritance, let's start from the grassroots level. There is a shortage of people in the warehousing department, so you go and report."
Jiang Siyu straightened up. "I will impress you."
Song Yutang leaned back in his chair and suddenly said, "Your good brother Jiang Sichen and your good uncle Jiang Qingyu will be executed in half a month. Jiang Sinian is not sentenced to death, and Chen Ruyin is not sentenced to death because he is older. If you want to take advantage of them, you still have time."