After sending Guo Zhenni to the train station, Jiangshan boarded the train from Beijing to Shanghai in the afternoon.

Before leaving, he called Dong Xuan and it turned out that her roommate was going back temporarily, so he didn't need his help to take him back.

In the next half month, Jiang Shan spent half a day wandering around and spared half of China. By the time he boarded the train home again, it was already early February 2001.

Although Jiang Shan mentioned the exact time to get home this afternoon on the phone, Wang Lianhua took a day off for this and prepared big fish and meat in advance.

My child ran out alone before the New Year. Although he would call his family to tell him about his safety every day, he would not feel sorry for his child.

When he went out, he went into the business lightly. In order to bring a lot of souvenirs and gifts, local specialties, Jiang Shan pulled his suitcase and a large bag and small bags into the community.

This trip is not like going out for an art exam, but more like going on a purchasing agent.

As soon as I entered Jiangshan, I met an acquaintance. The one who walked towards him was Aunt Wang in the same building.

"Xiao Jiang is back?"

Seeing Jiang Shan, Aunt Wang put the trash can in her hand, stopped in front of him, and looked at him with a smile, "You have been out for quite a long time, and you haven't seen anyone for almost a month, right?"

This community is one of the earliest in Mudanjiang. Most of the people who still live in this community are old acquaintances in the factory, not at all like those newly built communities in later generations, with cold neighborhood relationships everywhere.

"I heard from your mother that you went to Beijing for an exam?"

Aunt Wang's loud voice quickly attracted the attention of other old men and mothers in the community. The community was very peaceful and it was difficult to have anything new on weekdays. When Jiang Shan came back, they all surrounded him.

The old men and mothers who were watching their children at home had the strongest desire to gossip. When they heard Aunt Wang say that Jiang Shan had gone to Beijing to take the exam for a director, everyone immediately started to talk.

"Will you want to film the TV series on TV?"

"I heard that making movies can make a lot of money?"

Even Jiang Shan couldn't bear it when he was surrounded by such a group of old men and women. After distributing the Shanghai specialty pastries brought in the small bag to his grandchildren, he finally escaped from the encirclement and inquiries of his grandparents.

When he got home and opened the door, his mother Wang Lianhua was waiting in the living room early.

"Mom, I'm back."

Wang Lianhua stepped forward to take the big bag of small luggage and said with a little distress, "I haven't had a rest for so long, why don't I sleep for a while? I'll call you when dinner is ready?"

"Mom, no, I'm sleeping soundly. If it weren't for the terminal station, I'd probably have slept on the station."

Jiang Shan said with a smile, then opened his suitcase and started to take out the gifts.

"Mom, this is for you. I bought a blood pressure gauge for my grandma..."

When Jiangshan went out, no one left behind, and there were gifts.

Of course, the art exam funds prepared by his parents at home also cost him almost the same.

Sure enough, when Wang Lianhua saw her son buying her gift, she was both relieved and distressed. Looking at the sofa full of these things, she was thinking about how much it would cost to add up these things.

Tonight's dinner was very rich. Jiang Peng, who came home from get off work on and off the dinner table, learned in detail about his son's art exam situation in the past month.

When he returned home, who was in his bed, Jiang Shan rarely had a dream that night and slept until dawn.

"I'm getting up. It's already time. I don't look at the time to go to school!"

Early in the morning, it was like a cycle of reincarnation, and Wang Lianhua broke into Jiangshan's bedroom again.

Jiang Shan turned over in a daze, muttering to himself: "Mom, I just filmed a big night drama yesterday, so let me sleep for a while."

As he said that, he covered Bo's head with a blindfold and fell asleep again.

"This kid!"

Wang Lianhua said with some pain, "We have started talking nonsense."

After looking at the time on my face, I could sleep for another ten minutes.

Thinking of this, she left the room and gently brought the bedroom door.

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After breakfast at home, I returned to school again. The security guard at the school gate felt a little jealous when he saw him, so he stopped Jiang Shan and checked him.

The security guard then let it go after knowing that he was a student at the school.

When Jiang Shan came to the class gate, the first class had already begun. The class teacher Lao Fang was waving on the podium. Under the light of the day, the bald head symbolized by the strong was even more eye-catching.

Seeing Jiang Shan who had not seen for a long time, Lao Fang was stunned and nodded to signal him to come in quickly before continuing to explain the problem.

Among the art candidates in the class, Jiang Shan was considered to be the early one. Many art candidates felt that their daily grades were fine and they started to let themselves go through these days after the exam.

There was a small half missing in the class of fifty-five, no wonder the class looked empty.

Jiang Shan’s deskmate Cao Shuxin has not come back yet.

Putting everything about the art exam behind him, he began to re-enter the state of reviewing cultural courses.

"Jiangshan, come to the collective office during the break."

Before the first class was over, the head teacher Lao Fang said this last, and the eyes of the others in the class couldn't help but look at Jiang Shan.

As an art candidate, he looks like a rare animal in a zoo.

Especially those who come back so early like Jiang Shan, who is not a fool, what is it?

Everyone was waiting to ask him questions during class.

During the break, Jiang Shan came to the collective office of the third year of high school and met Lao Fang, the head teacher who was looking through the transcript.

When he saw Jiang Shan, Lao Fang smiled and sat down, and asked about his experience in this art exam.

"What schools did you apply to this time?"

Jiang Shan told him truthfully.

"How is it, are you sure?"

"It's okay." When answering this question, Jiang Shan did not say too much.

"That's good, just have confidence."

As he said that, Lao Fang patted his shoulder and started nagging again, "Don't think about that matter when the art exam is over. The next focus is cultural courses. You should also know the importance of cultural courses..."

Lao Fang is not tired of saying some old things.

Actually, don’t look at the classmate’s name, Lao Fang, who is only in his early thirties.

At the beginning, not only was he not bald or nagging, but he was still a handsome guy when he was young, otherwise he would not have been able to catch up with the English teacher in his second year of high school.

I heard that it was because I was in the third year of high school for five years and became a class teacher for three years before I became more and more bald and more nagging.
Chapter completed!