After hanging up the phone, Ye Ranran turned her head and stared at Jun Mochan. The intensity in her gaze was so strong that Jun Mochan had to lift his head from the docunts: "What’s up? Who upset you?"
"Lan Shao has been found."
"That’s good." His tone was calm, neither too happy nor too sad.
That’s it? Nothing else? Ye Ranran fiddled with her hair: "Don’t you have anything you want to tell ?"
"Number Five didn’t pass any ssage to . I figure that ans she has settled this matter, and also assud Fan Rou would have already spoken to you, so there was no need to report to . Is there a problem?"
It seed to be exactly like that. Ye Ranran curved her lips: "No problem, not a single problem. You continue with your work."
Soon, the study room returned to silence.
...
After hanging up the phone, Fan Rou looked at the room on the far left. After a mont of hesitation, she finally walked over.
She knocked on the door, and it quickly opened from the inside. The village flower’s sunburnt, rugged face appeared before her: "Sister Fan, you’re still up?"
"No, can we talk?" Fan Rou gripped her phone tightly.
"Sure, co in." The village flower opened the door.
The room’s furnishings were simple—a wooden bed, a wooden cabinet, a long bench. On the cabinet sat a small mirror and a wooden comb.
There wasn’t even a TV; it was truly impoverished.
Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Fan Rou couldn’t believe there were still people living like this in the world.
She sat on the room’s only long bench, noticing a book on the bed. Its cover was already indistinguishable, a thick book. Since it was facing cover up, she couldn’t make out what it was about.
"Do you like reading?" Fan Rou asked casually.
"Yeah, there’s nothing much to do at night and I can’t sleep, so I read a couple of pages." The village flower glanced at the book beside her.
"What’s it about?"
"I don’t know the na; I picked it out of a trash can in town. It talks about various herbs inside."
That she could read such a book, Fan Rou admired her.
"You ntioned tonight you still want to go to school, is that true? If so, why don’t you tell your parents?" Fan Rou’s eyes seed filled with confusion.
The village flower laughed at herself: "In our village, girls who reach the right age go out to school; many stop after elentary school. At least I attended middle school. It’s the sa with the boys; they go out to work early. My brother is promising and kept studying. I’m a girl; I have to share the family’s burdens. Besides, why would I need to study so much? I’ll eventually have to marry and have children."
Uh, Fan Rou didn’t understand what marriage and having children had to do with not studying. Is studying unnecessary if one is to marry and have children?
And does studying an not getting married or having children?
This logic, why does it seem so odd?
"If you do well in school, you can get scholarships, can’t you? Or is your performance really bad?"
"Scholarships are for others; I get very little, not enough." The village flower lowered her eyelids and said softly.
Thus, Fan Rou realized that part of it had been embezzled.
She was a bit angry inside but held it in, speaking in a normal tone: "There’s an opportunity now. A friend of mine has a tuition-free spot available, but you must rank in the top ten in your class. Are you willing to try?"
Originally, Fan Rou intended to say the whole school, but after thinking about it, City B was different from here. It was uncertain whether the village flower could keep up, so she shouldn’t push too hard.
"Which school is it?" The village flower’s eyes shimred with unusual light, yet she still asked cautiously.
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