Chapter 4794: Die

"It doesn't seem to belong to our school." Kong Jiaming shook his head, "I

didn't find out who it was. I didn't intend to stop it. If a crush can make a

person forge ahead, then I think it deserves encouragement."

"Of course, if you don't delay studying, what is necessary to stop it?"

Teacher Su, who teaches English, is a young teacher who has just graduated and

is open-minded.

Teacher Yang sighed: "That's really good. Almost buried such a genius. With

Zhao Xiaojing's achievements, the High School Affiliated to Normal University

is stable, right?"

Kong Jiaming smiled bitterly: "The High School Affiliated to the Normal

University? You can't go to the middle school with good grades, right? The

situation of Zhao Xiaojing's family is not so good for the tuition of one

hundred thousand yuan a year."

"As long as he can rely on high scores, the High School Affiliated to Normal

University should have a scholarship to apply for. This year, the child has

good grades, can he still not go to school?" Teacher Chen looked very excited.

The history teacher is even more eager to try: "I will try the history test

now."

He took the paper and went.

However, it was empty.

On Friday afternoon, Zhao Yuanjing did not come.

He asked for leave.

He didn't plan to ask for leave, because someone refused to let him go.

Wan Mei called and said that grandpa was dying, and asked him to rush back to

see him for the last time.

Thinking of the old man's loving eyes towards him, and the most missed Zhao

Xiaojing's grandson, Zhao Yuanjing thought about it and went.

The old man was lying on the bed, unconscious.

The children and grandchildren are crowded in the house.

Zhao Yuanjing asked: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"He's all like this, not to mention whether the hospital accepts it or not,

it's useless to send it. Why bother to suffer that crime." Aunt Wan Moli stood

at the door and said.

She was wearing a tight green skirt, a precious bag slung on her arm, white

face and red lips, and she looked graceful.

It seemed that some disliked the smell of the elderly in the house and refused

to approach it.

Wan Mei sat by the bed and greeted Zhao Yuanjing: "Xiaojing, come over and

talk to grandpa, grandpa has been talking about your name just now."

Zhao Yuanjing hurried over.

Wan Mei patted the old man on the shoulder: "Dad, Dad! Open your eyes and see,

Xiaojing is here, Xiaojing is coming to see you."

Hearing the words "Xiaojing", the old man opened his eyes laboriously, and

when he saw Zhao Yuanjing, he burst into tears, "My child, your life is

suffering...Grandpa is about to see you..."

Zhao Yuanjing's heart moved slightly.

This dying person probably saw that he was not Zhao Xiaojing.

But everyone else in the room, including Wan Mei, just treated the old man's

gibberish and didn't care.

The old man muttered a few more words, then closed his eyes and stopped

talking.

After another long time, Wan Mei suddenly cried: "Dad, Dad!"

Wan Hua and Li Chunliu also rushed to the bed and burst into tears.

Wan Moli also yelled a few times, but was quickly interrupted by the phone's

ringtone. She went out to answer the phone, and when she came back, she said

to Wanhua: "Big brother, now my father is gone, shouldn't we discuss the

house?"

Wan Mei was furious: "Sister, are you so anxious? Dad has just left, so you

can't wait to divide the property?"

"You have to talk in the morning or in the evening. Don't be pretentious. You

don't know what you are capable of!" Wan Moli said.

"Then I'll tell you the truth, you can't get the house, Dad." Wan Mei was

really angry, "Daddy has already transferred the house to Xiaojing, and even

the real estate certificate has been given to Xiaojing!"

The others were stunned.

Even Wanhua and Li Chunliu stopped crying and looked back.