After the Autumnal Equinox, the sun seems to be a little more fierce, and the foreheads of pedestrians on the street are shining with sweat.

"Xiaohe, I'm leaving first." A boy wearing sunglasses and sitting in the passenger seat of an Audi waved out the window.

"Goodbye, uncle, goodbye Anren." Li Jianghe squinted his eyes against the sun and waved vigorously: "Go back quickly. I won't bother my uncle to see me off when I get back to school, and I won't be on my way."

With a rapid sound of the horn, a young couple who was taking a leisurely stroll in front of the Audi hurriedly stepped aside. Then countless large cars in this small town made a smooth turn, and those two heroic taillights completely disappeared.

Disappeared from Li Jianghe's sight.

"Oh, what a nice car," Li Jianghe vaguely heard the boy in the young couple exclaim subconsciously.

The person in the car was Liu Anren, Li Jianghe's junior high school and high school classmate. When he went to college, he happened to live in the same city. Liu Anren was two months older than Li Jianghe, so the two were considered besties.

Li Jianghe's grades are very good, and Yingtian University is also ranked high in the country. Although the value of college students has begun to depreciate at this time, the brand of Yingtian University is still very good.

Liu Anren's grades were relatively average at Jiangxu Normal University, but he enjoyed it.

There are many girls in the normal school.

Not only are there many, but they are also beautiful. During the hottest time of summer, the campus is full of white thighs, which makes people dizzy.

I don't know if it's hot or shaking.

Liu Anren is 1.7 meters tall, not bad in appearance, and comes from a wealthy family. For him, a normal college is a paradise.

Li Jianghe's family situation is not very good. He even forgot how many years he had worn the white T-shirt he was wearing.

Since the tide hit the sea in 1992, Li Jianghe's parents also impulsively resigned from their public offices and went into business in the sea. Their family's life has been deteriorating for a long time. It was not until two years ago that his parents finally realized that they were not doing business.

The man who started a big business gave up his dream of being an entrepreneur and set up a breakfast stall downstairs to make a living by selling breakfast.

Selling breakfast is hard work, but the income is not bad. Li Jianghe's family still owes some foreign debt. Selling breakfast can pay off the debt faster than finding a job that looks respectable but actually does not pay high wages.

Face cannot be exchanged for money, this is something Li Jianghe understood very early on

Although it is forced.

Li Jianghe breathed the familiar air of the small town and would be home soon.

"Oh, isn't this a river?" An old neighbor walked towards us and enthusiastically took out a small cake from his pocket: "It's National Day holiday, let's have a piece of cake."

"Auntie, there's no need, there's really no need." Li Jianghe quickly waved his hand, "I'll be home for lunch soon."

"Auntie gives it to you, you can eat it." Aunt Niu, the neighbor, forced the cake to Li Jianghe and asked, "Jianghe, I heard that your family's foreign debt was paid off a few months ago."

"Thank you, auntie." Li Jianghe couldn't resist, so he had to take the cake, and then he felt a little strange: "Yes, auntie, what's wrong?"

"Then I heard from your Uncle Zhao that your parents used the house as payment again?" Aunt Niu was also a little surprised and said: "This house cannot be touched casually."

Zhao Bingzhi is Aunt Niu's husband. He has a bold personality and loves to make friends. He can sit down and have a meal with people from all walks of life and is well-informed.

"Maybe they want to open a store." Li Jianghe had some expectations: "My parents have long said they want to open a store, so I won't have to worry about the wind and rain in the future."

"That's it, that's good." Aunt Niu nodded: "Then you should go home quickly. Your parents must miss you."

"Okay, then I'm going home. Goodbye, auntie." Li Jianghe said goodbye to Auntie Niu and slowly ate the small cake as he walked.

Very sweet.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Li Jianghe had the key to his home, opened the door himself, and shouted happily.

If you don’t leave home, you won’t know what it’s like to be homesick.

But soon, Li Jianghe discovered that his parents were not at home.

He casually placed a small pocket on the table, which contained two textbooks and the same set of clothes from military training.

Military training uniforms have already been laundered at school.

"Huh?" Li Jianghe saw that there was a book "Windows Programming" placed on the small old table.

Li Jianghe University majored in marketing, and computer science was also a required course.

He picked up the book and flipped through it, and found that many key points had been drawn on the first dozens of pages, and there were also some small words written in the corners, which were probably some knowledge points. Li Jianghe, who had just entered college, could not understand it.

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Li Jianghe recognized that this character belonged to his father. His father, Li Jun, did not have a high degree of education, but he liked reading and his handwriting was good. He was better than Li Jianghe, a key college student. When he was not at sea, he was always in charge of the blackboard in his unit.

Go write a notice.

Li Jianghe was very smart when he was a child. He read various "idle books" with Li Jun. Naturally, he also had a special affection for literature. Unfortunately, his family background did not allow him to study such a "low-return" subject in college.

For such romantic things, motivated poor people are like having antibodies against it. Neither literature nor love can be pursued by Li Jianghe at this stage.

The children of the poor have to become parents early.

This is why Li Jianghe, who is over 1.8 meters tall and has a delicate appearance, has never held the hand of a girl until now.

Sometimes he would touch his chin and wonder about the difference between a girl's hand and his own, but in the end he would resolutely reject those girls who wanted to hold his hand.

This mentality can be called inferiority complex, but Li Jianghe, a small town essayist, prefers to call it a sense of responsibility.

Li Jianghe shook his head and let himself get rid of these useless emotions. He casually put the book back to its place, still wondering why his father suddenly became interested in computers.
Chapter completed!