A wealthy person with a reading panel

Chapter 22 Otherwise I Wouldn’t Be a Wife (Please Read)
Zhou Qing thought about it and replied with one word: "Yes!"

Although he didn't know why Teacher Bai wanted to divorce less than three months after getting married, Zhou Qing regarded her as both a teacher and a friend. As a true friend, many times, there was no need to ask why, just "do it".

Teacher Bai: "Then can you go back to the county the day after tomorrow morning and help me?"

Zhou Qing: "Of course no problem."

Teacher Bai: "Why don't you ask me what I need your help with first?"

Zhou Qing: "Don't ask, those six big meals during my three years of high school, and those dozens of bowls of delicious braised pork, I didn't eat them for nothing. (Smiling face)"

The other party was silent for three and a half minutes before saying, "The cooling-off period ends the day after tomorrow. We're going to go through the formal divorce procedures. I want to find someone to go with me."

It turned out to be the case.

Seeing that she was willing to bring up the topic of divorce, Zhou Qing asked, "What's the situation? After all, it's only been a short time."

Teacher Bai: "I'll tell you the details after we meet."

"it is good."

After finishing the conversation, Zhou Qing looked at the time. It was 11:53 am.

He glanced at the paper novel in front of him, and thought of how kind Teacher Bai had been to him during his three years of high school.

"Teacher Bai is from Sujiang Province. Although I don't know why she came to Shao City to work, she really doesn't have any relatives here, so...she asked me if I was free the day after tomorrow."

"I guess she didn't want to go alone, but couldn't find anyone. I happened to contact her and she said she had more flexible working hours, so she asked."

"It's probably not a good idea to ask colleagues to accompany me for this kind of thing, to avoid gossip."

After thinking divergently for a while, Zhou Qing suddenly thought, since it doesn't matter where you read the novel, why not go back to the county today?
He immediately took out his mobile phone and opened the 12306 app, checked the high-speed rail tickets from Tanzhou to his hometown Zhaoyang County in the afternoon, and then bought a ticket departing at : pm and arriving at : pm.

Then he quickly took his backpack and packed his charger, novels, notebook and other things, went out, called an online taxi, and headed straight to the South High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

On the way, he was thinking that it was a good opportunity to go back to the village to visit his parents after Teacher Bai's affairs were finished.

His hometown village is in the most remote place in Zhaoyang County. If you don’t drive yourself to return to the village from the county seat, you have to take a minibus for an hour and a half to the town, and then take a bus for more than two hours to the village.

If you drive yourself and are familiar with the road conditions, although you don't need to stop and go like a shuttle bus, it will still take about an hour and a half to drive because of the many turns and the long distance.

This is the result of the country's vigorous development of transportation in the past decade or so, which has led to the construction of cement roads in the village.

In his parents' generation, it would take half a day just to walk back to the village from the town, even if they took the shortcut through the mountains.

"Transportation is really developed now. The high-speed rail from the provincial capital Tanzhou back to the county actually only takes about an hour and twenty minutes. The main reason is that Shanwowo, my hometown, is too remote."

Zhou Qing naturally would not be idle along the way. Whether he was waiting for the train at the high-speed rail station or on the high-speed rail, as long as he could find a seat to sit down, he would take out the paper version of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" from his bag and continue to study "Huang Rong" based on the questions.

Nowadays, everyone is playing with their mobile phones, and very few people read paper books outside.

His behavior inevitably attracted attention.

Zhou Qing didn't care about other people's strange looks - it wouldn't hurt if someone looked at him one more time. The most important thing was to finish analyzing the character as soon as possible and then make the most of the time to complete the third step of reading the review.

"This lucky mission is for Teacher Bai, whose prefix modifier is 'beautiful and intelligent wife,' but Teacher Bai has to go through the formal divorce procedures the day after tomorrow morning!"

"So I have to hurry up and finish writing my review before she goes through the formalities the day after tomorrow morning, otherwise Teacher Bai will lose her status as a 'wife'." In fact, although "Huang Rong" occupies a lot of space in "The Return of the Condor Heroes", it is by no means too much.

The one hour and twenty minutes on the high-speed train was enough time for Zhou Qing to take out the relevant content and think about it over and over again twice.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that although Teacher Bai is also a beautiful and intelligent wife, she does not have much similarity with "Huang Rong" in "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

"Fortunately, I decisively returned to the county. This gave me a good opportunity to closely observe the changes in Teacher Bai over the years. After all, there is definitely a difference between chatting online and the real world."

"This will also allow for a better comparison between the two wives."

"Also, after we get off the car, find a hotel room and confirm where we're staying, then go find her right away. Firstly, you can check on her current situation, and secondly, you can spend as much time as possible with her so we can have a deeper connection."

At around 3:00 p.m., the train stopped steadily at the station west of Zhaoyang County.

Zhou Qing followed the crowd and scanned his ID card to exit the station. He was greeted by a large group of taxi drivers and motorcycle drivers.

In the past, when he went home during the winter and summer holidays, he would walk to the bus station one kilometer away and take the bus to the town.

But this time, he chose to take a motorcycle taxi: "Master, how much is it to No. 1 Middle School?"

The motorcycle taxi driver saw that he spoke in the local dialect and quoted the market price: "Pao Kuai (ten yuan)."

Zhou Qing actually didn’t know whether the price was suitable or not, but he felt it was about right, so he got on.

The high-speed rail station is on the west side of the county town, and the county No. 1 Middle School is on the east side. They are so far apart, but motorcycle taxi drivers are the group of people who know the county town’s transportation best.

About twelve or thirteen minutes later, Zhou Qing, who felt the pain on his cheeks from the wind, saw the gate of his high school alma mater.

After getting off the motorcycle, he rubbed his face with his hands, then used his mobile phone to scan the WeChat QR code that the driver had pasted on the front of the motorcycle to pay.

"It's been four years, and it seems like nothing has changed here."

Zhou Qing observed the school gate of his alma mater. Four years is not a short time, but time seemed to have stopped in this old street. Looking around, except for the stir-fry restaurant diagonally opposite that had become a braised chicken restaurant, everything else was exactly the same as he remembered.

He didn't rush to contact Teacher Bai, but walked up the road for a while, turned left at the intersection, and sure enough, he soon found the Regent Hotel where he had booked a room on his mobile phone.

I checked in at the front desk, took the room card and looked at the room, then left the hotel and returned to the entrance of No. 1 Middle School.

Standing under the camphor tree on the left side of the door, I dialed Teacher Bai's cell phone number.

The call went through, but no one answered.

I called twice in a row, and the same thing happened.

Zhou Qing simply put down his phone and walked towards the guard room at the door.

After filling out the visitor registration, I successfully entered the familiar campus. Following the instructions of the guard, I walked in and found the third teaching building where the first year of high school was located. I soon found the "Chinese Teaching and Research Group Office" on the far left of the third floor.

The door is open.

A female teacher wearing a white ruffled long-sleeved shirt and black trousers was standing at the desk organizing test papers. Her delicate face under her slanted bangs was exactly what Zhou Qing remembered.

"Teacher Bai."

(End of this chapter)