Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 378 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 73

Fu Zhiyi counts the days on her fingers every day, while Song Xianyin's days are not so easy.

Song Xianyin and her classmates still have a few days before their holiday starts, and Song Xianyin has already been called in for talks by her teacher several times in the past few days.

"Song Xianyin, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you're so smart, why don't you focus on your studies?" the teacher asked earnestly.

Standing in the office, Song Xianyin said softly, "Teacher, maybe I'm not that smart."

If her learning ability is as good as her drawing ability, then she will definitely enjoy learning.

The teacher said helplessly, "Look how much your grades have dropped! You were at least in the middle to upper range at the beginning, but now you're at the bottom. If you continue like this, you can't stay in our class anymore, you know that?"

Song Xianyin stood nervously in front of the teacher, unsure how to answer.

"You'll have plenty of time to make money in the future. If you focus on your studies, you won't have to worry about not making money. You don't lack money now, so why would you really need the little bit of money you can earn from painting?" the teacher patiently advised.

Song Xianyin is really lacking.

Last semester, she earned a lot of money from drawing. Apart from buying things for her family and saving up for tuition, she spent all of it.

Even Zheng Hao often lamented in the dormitory that Song Xianyin spent money far too extravagantly.

In fact, Song Xianyin felt guilty every time she spent money, after all, her family was so poor, but she just couldn't control herself. Once the habit of spending money extravagantly is formed, it is too difficult to change.

At first, she felt guilty when buying things, afraid that Fu Ci would ask about the price, but Fu Ci didn't ask any questions when he saw her, so she became more and more unscrupulous.

"Song Xianyin, if you continue like this next semester, I'm really going to have to call your parents. I've spoken to your mother, and she said she'll definitely pay more attention to your studies in the future." The teacher's voice became serious.

"Don't think the teacher's words are harsh. The teacher is doing this for your own good and truly believes you have a bright future."

This child is clever, young yet good at making money, his future will definitely be bright, but now is really not the time to make money.

"Your classmates are rich and willing to pay you to paint, but once you leave school, where will you find so many people in society who are willing to buy your paintings? Unless you become a super famous painter."

Song Xianyin returned to the classroom dejectedly.

She knew her teacher was right; she was able to earn money now entirely because her classmates came from wealthy families and had ample living expenses.

Although she usually likes to spend money recklessly, she still has a clear concept of money.

In the past, Song Qin farmed at home, and the money she earned in a year was less than the monthly living expenses of her classmates.

"Song Xianyin, what did the teacher say to you?" her deskmate asked curiously.

"My teacher told me not to always be drawing, but to focus more on my studies," Song Xianyin replied.

Your deskmate nodded in agreement: "I also think you should focus on your studies again. You used to be a good student, but now you're almost at the bottom."

However, their class is an honors class, so even if they are ranked near the bottom, their overall ranking in the grade is still very high.

Song Xianyin originally planned to take on painting commissions during this winter break, but she ultimately gave it up and decided to use the holiday to study hard.

Song Qin finally finished processing all the orders in her hands. That evening, the mother and daughter began packing their luggage, preparing to set off for home the next day.

Before dawn, people from the same village were already waiting downstairs.

It was a van, crammed full of luggage and all sorts of meat.

As soon as Fu Zhiyi sat down, a mixture of smells hit her.

"Why do you always buy meat here? The meat at home isn't cheaper than here," Song Qin asked with a smile.

The fellow villager, puffing on his cigarette, said cheerfully, "That's hard to say. It's quite a good deal to buy a lot here. My wife said the meat at home was really expensive today, and she wants me to bring some back from here."

Song Qin frowned: "So that's what you mean. I should have bought some meat too."

Even in winter, the trees here remain green.

If you didn't see the pedestrians wearing cotton-padded coats on the street, you wouldn't even realize it was winter.

The scenery along the roadside kept changing, the sky gradually darkened, and the temperature outside dropped lower and lower.

Fu Zhiyi sat in the car, wearing a hat, with her hands tucked into her sleeves.

The driver in front would light a cigarette every now and then, and the wind outside was howling into the car, making Fu Zhiyi feel like she was about to lose all feeling in her ears.

Song Qin, on the other hand, was in high spirits, looking at the scenery outside the window with great interest the whole way: "The trees will wither when we get here."

She also bought a lot of things that Fu Zhiyi liked to eat, thinking that she could have a bite to eat when she was hungry, since traveling by car is especially tiring.

For the rest of the journey, Fu Zhiyi slumped in her seat, her face pale.

Song Qin touched her face tenderly: "Why do you still get carsick after so many car rides?"

Fu Zhiyi covered her nose with her scarf; the mixed smells in the car made her stomach churn, and she felt even more nauseous.

Fu Zhiyi always eats with her eyes closed. Except when she wants to know when she will get home, she almost never opens her eyes.

"It must have been tough," Song Qin sighed.

The fellow villager frowned as he looked in the rearview mirror: "Why is Lao San's motion sickness so severe? Is he not in good health?"

Song Qin replied worriedly, "It might be. I'll take her to the hospital to get checked out when we come back for the New Year."

They arrived home around 7 p.m. Fu Zhiyi was already completely asleep. Song Qin shook her for a while before she woke up.

In winter, villagers go to bed earlier, and the village is extremely quiet. The lights in the Fu family's house are still on because Song Qin called in advance.

"Eldest brother, second brother, Mom's back! Come out and get your things!" Song Qin called into the house.

The resignation was issued very quickly.

Looking at Fu Ci, who had grown quite a bit taller, Song Qin smiled and said, "You've grown so tall. Mother, look at you, you seem to have lost a lot of weight. Have you not been eating properly?"

Fu Ci smiled and said, "I'll take these things. You guys go inside and warm yourselves by the fire."

Fu Zhiyi felt extremely at ease when she smelled the familiar scent of the coal stove. She loved this smell the most; it gave her a feeling of home.

As soon as they went in, they ran into Song Xianyin, who was just about to come out.

Song Xianyin stared at them for a moment, then called out dryly, "Mother."

Song Qin looked at her, her eyes instantly reddening: "How come you're so thin, like a monkey? Haven't you been eating meat properly?"

"You've grown taller, haven't you? I ate quite a lot," Song Xianyin replied, then quickly ran out to help Fu Ci move things.

Fu Ci glanced at her: "Why aren't you inside warming yourself by the fire?"

"I'm not going," Song Xianyin replied awkwardly, sensing that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Fu Ci noticed Song Xianyin's awkwardness but didn't say anything more.

The family sat around the table, which was laden with all sorts of food.

Song Qin smiled and greeted Song Xianyin, "These were all chosen by your sister. Try them and see if you like them."

"I'm not quite sure what your tastes are like now, but I think your sister should know."

Song Xianyin nodded: "I like it."

She ate her food while staring blankly at the things on the table.

Actually, she was very happy when she learned that Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi were coming back, but now that she actually met them, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable and didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.

"How did Yinyin do on her final exams this time?" Song Qin asked with concern.

Song Xianyin was taken aback when she heard the address. She looked at Song Qin, and realized that she was indeed being addressed.

Song Xianyin lowered her head guiltily: "It's so-so..."

Anyway, I shouldn't have any problems as long as I'm not transferred out of the top class.

Seeing her like this, Song Qin stopped pressing her for answers and instead changed the subject to Fu Ci, asking him about his life at home.