The old professors lavished praises on Qiao Jing.
After the crowd dispersed, Xu Moqian ca over.
He cleared his throat, putting on a sincere expression, and said to Qiao Jing: "You mustn’t get complacent, although with your abilities, your future is undoubtedly limitless. But you’re still young, there’s much room for improvent, you absolutely shouldn’t be self-satisfied..."
"Bang——"
Xu Moqian’s words were cut short as Xu Hongzu gave him a big thump.
Xu Hongzu glared at his grandson disappointedly, "How dare you lecture soone? You think she’s you!"
"I know Xiao Jing very well; she is neither arrogant nor impetuous, with a calm personality and exceptional intelligence. You should learn from her, instead of always being frivolous and joking around!"
He couldn’t figure it out. He’s from an academic background, so how did he end up with such an unserious grandson?
Xu Moqian looked at his grandfather with grievances, muttering discontentedly: "Back when Sister Jing was around, you often scolded to learn from her, and now you want to learn from Xiao Jing. Could it be that in your eyes, your grandson is so incapable, not as good as anyone else?"
Doesn’t he know this could hurt his self-esteem and undermine his confidence?!
"Compared to those two, you certainly fall short, not just a little, but by a wide margin!"
After speaking bluntly, Xu Hongzu’s disappointnt intensified.
He grabbed his grandson’s ear and dragged him aside, giving him a good scolding.
Qiao Jing slowly sipped her red wine, taking in the scene of the noisy grandparent and grandchild in the distance.
Although she had witnessed such scenes many tis, every ti she saw it, she would feel a familiar sense of humor.
After a while, Xu Moqian, who had been beaten black and blue, finally found a chance to sneak away.
He covered his face and ran back to Qiao Jing’s side.
Qiao Jing glanced at him, remarking, "Sotis, I really envy you; you’re truly blessed."
"Whoa!"
Xu Moqian blurted out and then moved his hand away from his face, revealing a slightly swollen visage, "Look at my face, it’s all swollen from being hit. How is that happiness? Happiness isn’t having a swollen face!"
Qiao Jing smiled without saying a word, her gaze turning to Xu Hongzu in the distance, realizing that she once had a grandfather who treated her exceptionally well too.
Seeing her deep in thought, Xu Moqian asked curiously, "What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Jing hesitated for a mont, but eventually, under Xu Moqian’s curious gaze, she spoke truthfully: "I vaguely feel that I once had a grandfather who was very nice to , but I can’t rember if he is still alive or not."
With that said, Qiao Jing fell into contemplation, trying hard to recall.
Then Xu Moqian suddenly thought of sothing and suggested: "How about this, I’ll take you sowhere tomorrow, and you can ask my grandpa for leave."
Hearing this, Qiao Jing snapped back to reality and asked, "Where?"
Xu Moqian raised an eyebrow, feigning mystery, "You’ll know when you co with ."
After saying this, he began offering advice, "Later, tell my grandpa that you’ve rembered so things and need to take a few days off. If I ask him, it won’t work. But look at how much my grandpa adores you, and you’ve done so much for the institute recently. If you ask him personally, he’ll surely agree right away!"
Qiao Jing gently swirled the wine in her glass and asked once more, "Where exactly? If you don’t tell , I won’t go."
Knowing she’s a workaholic and seeing her insistently asking, Xu Moqian realized that if he didn’t explain, she really wouldn’t go.
With this in mind, Xu Moqian confessed: "Alright, I actually want to take you to the countryside where Sister Jing once lived, because Sister Jing had a grandfather."
"I think maybe Sister Jing took you there before, maybe you even stayed for a while. If so, the grandfather you’re talking about might really be Sister Jing’s grandfather!"
After hearing Xu Moqian’s analysis, Qiao Jing thought it was quite possible.
She then nodded in agreent, setting a plan with Xu Moqian to head out early the next morning.
The following morning, Xu Moqian drove to the small villa as planned, picked up Qiao Jing, and sped toward their destination.
After several hours of driving, the car approached the village entrance.
Qiao Jing looked out the car window at the surroundings, feeling a rush of familiarity.
This road, she seed to have walked it many tis before...
Xu Moqian casually asked, "So, have you rembered anything? Or does this place feel familiar?"
Qiao Jing nodded lightly, "It does feel familiar."
Upon hearing this, Xu Moqian’s face lit up with joy, "Familiar is good, it ans we’ve co to the right place!"
"You wait outside the car for , once I park, I’ll take you to Sister Jing’s house directly."
Without saying much, Qiao Jing got out of the car.
Xu Moqian parked the car nearby.
But once parked, he turned his head and found that Qiao Jing had already walked straight into the village.
"Hey! Why did you walk off on your own? Wait for !"
After calling out to her retreating figure, Xu Moqian hurriedly stepped up to catch up.
Qiao Jing heard Xu Moqian’s voice but didn’t stop, following a sort of instinctive mory as she continued walking forward.
Soon, she stood in front of a house.
Catching up, Xu Moqian excitedly slapped his thigh, "I told you, you must’ve been here before, otherwise how could you find Sister Jing’s house right away!"
"Now it seems, the grandfather in your mory is very likely Sister Jing’s grandfather!"
Qiao Jing stood at the door, quietly gazing at the tightly shut entrance.
After a mont, she asked Xu Moqian, "So where is her grandfather now?"
"Follow ."
Xu Moqian said, turning and leading the way.
Qiao Jing moved ahead to follow.
Soon, the two arrived at a grave on a mountaintop.
Though on the mountain, the area in front of the grave was cleanly swept.
Xu Moqian bent down to arrange the offerings at the grave, explaining, "I co here sotis, and I’ve even t Zhan Qipei several tis. He cos frequently, and during the Qingming Festival, he burned many joss papers and ingot-shaped joss items for Sister Jing’s grandfather."
After standing by the grave for a mont, Qiao Jing suddenly turned away.
She ran to the village and bought so joss papers.
Returning, she crouched by the grave, burning papers while softly murmuring, "I’ve lost my mory, can’t recall anything. Maybe we knew each other before, but I can’t rember at all..."
For so reason, Qiao Jing just felt like confiding.
But the more she talked, the sadness in her heart spread.
Seeing the na "Zhang Ruicheng" carved on the tombstone, Qiao Jing called out, "Grandpa Zhang..."
But as soon as those words left her mouth, an overwhelming wave of sadness engulfed her.
A feeling like this must have developed over a very, very long ti...
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