Jiang Jiayin didn't wait for her father to come back, and when she saw that Jiang Yi was about to leave, she was stunned and hurriedly chased out.

"Xiaoman, Xiaoman, don't go."

"Jiayin, your injuries are not all healed, don't go out, the sun is the biggest at noon, don't bask in the sun." When Qian Yulan saw it, she hurriedly grabbed her eldest daughter.

She was really afraid that her eldest daughter had been sick and injured recently, as if the eldest daughter had been suffering since the dead girl started school.

Why was it not the dead girl who was poked, but her good news?

"Ahh

Qian Yulan was still scolding in her heart, but she didn't expect to catch the injury on Jiang Jiayin's arm, and the pain made her face instantly pale, and she squatted down directly.

"Jiayin, Jiayin's mother didn't mean it, Mom is too anxious, does it hurt?"

Qian Yulan was so frightened that her face turned white, and she hurriedly let go of her hand and hurriedly squatted down to check.

Just now, in order to prevent Principal Yang from seeing the problem, Jiang Jiayin specially blocked the injury on her arm, and at this moment, Qian Yulan was so anxious that she rolled up her sleeves and saw that she dragged the blood from the wound to seep out.

"What's this done, what's this neat, it's bleeding again, Jiayin's mother will take you to the doctor and re-bandage it, your dad is really angry with me."

"I asked him to write letters to his comrades-in-arms and ask them to find medicine for you, he doesn't know how to take an urgent telegram or something, does he still have your daughter in his heart?"

Qian Yulan scolded everyone when she was in a hurry, and even her husband complained.

"Jiayin, let's go with my mother, my mother will take you to see the doctor."

Qian Yulan rushed out with anger, only feeling that she was the only one who could protect her eldest daughter.

As a result, Jiang Jiayin didn't appreciate it at all.

"No!"

Jiang Jiayin was painful, anxious and angry, and shook off her mother's hand.

Where does she still have the heart to care about whether the wound does not bleed or not, even if her arm recovers as before, if she can't go to the city No. 1 Middle School to study, then what is the use of these?

Does her mom understand how important this opportunity is and what it means to her?

Jiang Jiayin was so angry that she cried.

She was ruthless in her heart, and this time she said that she would take the opportunity to study in the city.

Jiang Yi has to go if she wants to, and if she doesn't want to go, she will carry Jiang Yi even if she is stunned.

I only hate that she even had to take Jiang Yi's opportunity to go to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, but it doesn't matter, when she gets to the city, she says that she will make this dead girl unable to mess around, and then roll back.

Jiang Jiayin got up abruptly and walked out.

"Jiayin, where are you going, you wait for Mom." Qian Yulan hurriedly caught up.

Jiang Jianjun had been standing at the door of the post office for a while.

When asked if he wanted to call, he somehow suddenly remembered that he was looking for the stamp like he was crazy in the middle of the night, but it was like seeing a ghost, and the stamp just disappeared out of thin air.

It would be nice if it really disappeared like that, but what he was afraid of was who would pick it up.

In fact, he didn't even know what the stamp represented, after all, that person had never told them at the beginning, and the people in this county town were so knowledgeable that they might not even look at it when they picked it up.

But he's afraid that he will really be picked up by someone who knows?

No, no, no.

Jiang Jianjun was stunned at the door of the post office, and the post office staff stood in front of him, but he didn't seem to see it.

The enthusiastic smile on Principal Yang's face when he first found the house and asked about Xiao Man flashed in front of him, and then remembered that he and his wife and eldest daughter were almost flattering, and finally settled on Xiao Man's indifferent face.