Chapter 1911
"That's also true. Those who run schools in their own homes come to study military children's primary schools. Who dares to cross the living hell?" Meng Ping crooked his lips and laughed, with a trace of irony in his smile.
In recent years, Shengning's philanthropy has been very good. In addition to providing free treatment for veterans who have been wounded every year, Shengning has donated dozens of hope primary schools in remote mountainous areas.
In addition to these, the development of Feng's international school is better. Bilingual teaching, foreign teachers, tuition fees skyrocketing. Even so, the number of places each year has been scrambled.
"We want to thank commander Xu." As soon as the teaching director lowered his head, he saw the evil face of his little brother and the clothes and schoolbag with hot eyes.
You can immediately guess who this is. It's hard to know if you have too much reputation.
"It turned out to be Xu Zhining. Xu Qingxin came to register with his uncle."
"Thank you, teacher." Xu Zhining is worthy of being called the national good son. His mouth is so sweet that he coaxes the serious teaching director into a daze.
The registration is very smooth. It's the young master of commander Xu's family. Even if there is no need to open the back door, no one dares to jump in. Is Meng Ping the kind of person who doesn't jump in the queue?
His face was there, and no one dared to put him in line.
The twins took the new books and put them into their small bags. They ate lunch outside with Uncle Meng until the afternoon.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they found that the atmosphere at home was not right. When they got to the living room, they found a strange blonde standing in the middle of the living room. About 14 years old, the height is much higher than that of children of the same age in the East, but he is very thin, and the thin cheek is a bit off line.
Sheng Ning's face was pale and his lips were shaking. If it were not for Xu Qigang's help, he could hardly stand.
Meng Ping's eyes fall on the sunspot in the hands of the golden haired boy.
The urn!
Whose urn?
"Please, Auntie Sheng, this is for you, auntie." Speaking fluent English, the boy bowed 90 degrees before he finished speaking. He sent the urn a step forward, and then kept bending.
No one spoke in the living room, and the twins stood still.
They could feel their mother very sad.
Sheng Ning pushes away Xu Qigang's help and walks towards the youth step by step. With solemn expression, she finds the urn in her hand.
"Thank you." She had to pause for every word she said to stop her useless crying.
No matter how she controlled it, she couldn't accept the thunderbolt.
Meng Ping couldn't bear to go on. He winked at Xu Qigang and asked whose urn it was.
"Gu Yunbo." Xu Qigang said silently.
Meng Ping was stunned and then widened his eyes.
Gu Yunbo? Is it her?
Xu Qigang came over and patted Meng Ping on the shoulder, which was regarded as comfort to him. About Meng fan's feelings, only the two of them and Su Hai know, but none of them said it.
Because in Meng fan crazy search for Gu Yunbo, she has disappeared. When Sheng Ning met Gu Yunbo, Meng fan had already sacrificed, and there was no need to say it again.
Now I look at the blonde and I'm glad they didn't say it.
Did you say anything to my mother before you left Sheng Ning holding Gu Yunbo's urn, how can't think of a living person so gone.
It's all right.
Before she came back from America, she wanted Gu Yunbo to come back with her, but she refused without hesitation. In the past five years, she often contacted Gu Yunbo at first, but later she became more and more busy with her own life and work, so she had less contact.
But the true friend, will not because the connection is less, the sentiment becomes pale.
She knew she had a good life, and she was relieved.
"No The golden haired boy shook his head. He bowed to Shengning again, then got up and left without looking back.
"Wait..." Sheng Ning ran after him, and Xu Qigang stopped him faster than she did.
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In recent years, Shengning's philanthropy has been very good. In addition to providing free treatment for veterans who have been wounded every year, Shengning has donated dozens of hope primary schools in remote mountainous areas.
In addition to these, the development of Feng's international school is better. Bilingual teaching, foreign teachers, tuition fees skyrocketing. Even so, the number of places each year has been scrambled.
"We want to thank commander Xu." As soon as the teaching director lowered his head, he saw the evil face of his little brother and the clothes and schoolbag with hot eyes.
You can immediately guess who this is. It's hard to know if you have too much reputation.
"It turned out to be Xu Zhining. Xu Qingxin came to register with his uncle."
"Thank you, teacher." Xu Zhining is worthy of being called the national good son. His mouth is so sweet that he coaxes the serious teaching director into a daze.
The registration is very smooth. It's the young master of commander Xu's family. Even if there is no need to open the back door, no one dares to jump in. Is Meng Ping the kind of person who doesn't jump in the queue?
His face was there, and no one dared to put him in line.
The twins took the new books and put them into their small bags. They ate lunch outside with Uncle Meng until the afternoon.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they found that the atmosphere at home was not right. When they got to the living room, they found a strange blonde standing in the middle of the living room. About 14 years old, the height is much higher than that of children of the same age in the East, but he is very thin, and the thin cheek is a bit off line.
Sheng Ning's face was pale and his lips were shaking. If it were not for Xu Qigang's help, he could hardly stand.
Meng Ping's eyes fall on the sunspot in the hands of the golden haired boy.
The urn!
Whose urn?
"Please, Auntie Sheng, this is for you, auntie." Speaking fluent English, the boy bowed 90 degrees before he finished speaking. He sent the urn a step forward, and then kept bending.
No one spoke in the living room, and the twins stood still.
They could feel their mother very sad.
Sheng Ning pushes away Xu Qigang's help and walks towards the youth step by step. With solemn expression, she finds the urn in her hand.
"Thank you." She had to pause for every word she said to stop her useless crying.
No matter how she controlled it, she couldn't accept the thunderbolt.
Meng Ping couldn't bear to go on. He winked at Xu Qigang and asked whose urn it was.
"Gu Yunbo." Xu Qigang said silently.
Meng Ping was stunned and then widened his eyes.
Gu Yunbo? Is it her?
Xu Qigang came over and patted Meng Ping on the shoulder, which was regarded as comfort to him. About Meng fan's feelings, only the two of them and Su Hai know, but none of them said it.
Because in Meng fan crazy search for Gu Yunbo, she has disappeared. When Sheng Ning met Gu Yunbo, Meng fan had already sacrificed, and there was no need to say it again.
Now I look at the blonde and I'm glad they didn't say it.
Did you say anything to my mother before you left Sheng Ning holding Gu Yunbo's urn, how can't think of a living person so gone.
It's all right.
Before she came back from America, she wanted Gu Yunbo to come back with her, but she refused without hesitation. In the past five years, she often contacted Gu Yunbo at first, but later she became more and more busy with her own life and work, so she had less contact.
But the true friend, will not because the connection is less, the sentiment becomes pale.
She knew she had a good life, and she was relieved.
"No The golden haired boy shook his head. He bowed to Shengning again, then got up and left without looking back.
"Wait..." Sheng Ning ran after him, and Xu Qigang stopped him faster than she did.
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