Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 157 Winter is Coming (2)

Although the winter in western Liaoning is not as cold as the winter in Heilongjiang, it is sometimes even colder. It is especially cold in the early stage of winter vacation and when the final exams are approaching.

In order to get good grades in the final exam, Zhan Mengyan asked Zhan Yu for permission to study at night.

"Dad, can you let me light a light to study at night? I feel that the study time at school is not enough. My midterm exam results are average, and I want to make a breakthrough in the final exam. Now all the third-year junior high school students are taking evening self-study classes to prepare for the high school entrance exam. I also plan to prepare for the final exam." Zhan Mengyan said to Zhan Yu.

Zhan Yu looked at Zhan Mengyan, thought for a moment and said, "I really don't understand. Zhan Mengyan, you have been in school for so long and your study time is still not enough. I heard that Zhang Dazhu, the son of Zhang Shazi from Mujia Village, has not installed electric lights at home yet. He never lights a lamp to study after school. He has to cook after school and take care of his disabled and stupid father, his mentally ill mother, and his young sister. He ranks first in the school in the final exams every year. After being admitted to the key high school in the county, his academic performance is still among the best. Zhan Mengyan, I think you have to change your study method. Don't be so stubborn and memorize by rote. A good study method is one that saves time and is efficient, which will allow you to get twice the result with half the effort."

Zhan Mengyan blushed at what Zhan Yu said. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhan Yu, and whispered, "Dad, I understand..." Then she walked away angrily.

Yunqing saw Zhan Mengyan's lost look, pulled Zhan Mengyan over and said, "Mengyan, why don't you talk to your brother Zixun and ask him to take you with him to the evening self-study class."

"I had already told Brother Zixun that I should take him with me to the evening self-study classes at school. He disagreed at first, but after much persuasion from me he finally agreed to take me. I only went once, and Brother Zixun said he would never take me to the evening self-study classes again. He said that his classmates all laughed at him for taking his sister to the evening self-study classes, which was a weird thing to hear... I also secretly went to Brother Zixun's class for evening self-study classes once, but was caught by Brother Zixun's tutor, who criticized me for being a second-year junior high school student and attending the third-year junior high school evening self-study classes. It was nonsense... I felt that Brother Zixun's teacher was really unreasonable. I just borrowed the light and it didn't affect him at all..." Zhan Mengyan answered, her voice getting lower and lower.

Yunqing touched Zhan Mengyan's head and said comfortingly: "In that case, Mengyan, just bear with it. After the winter vacation, spring will come and the days will get longer. When you are promoted to the third grade of junior high school, the school will arrange evening self-study classes for you."

As night falls and the coldness sets in deeply, the winter moon appears even colder, revealing a kind of arrogance and stubbornness. It hangs high in the night sky like a shining pearl, its light illuminates the earth and brings a touch of warmth and hope to people.

With the cold air, Zhan Mengyan saw the ice flowers on the window, which looked like an ocean, all over the glass. The ice flowers looked like a huge and delicate net, as if pulling out an endless poem. Zhan Mengyan touched the surface of the ice flowers with her hand, and it evaporated quickly, making Zhan Mengyan almost feel their previous beating. The night sky was filled with stars and moonlight, making the ice flowers sparkle with dreamy silver, and the night was condensed into a kind of dance elegance by the ice flowers. The faint light of the water seemed to be dancing in the waves of the ice flowers, like a group of firebirds, lingering in all the imaginable happiness, the most unique tranquility is here. The shape of the ice flowers is more like snowflakes that have experienced helpless years, gorgeous as a painting, in the cold night, it lost the fragility of melting, and stayed in the warm aftertaste in front of the window, blooming like a flower with soaring thoughts, and leaping up with the snowflakes fluttering in the wind.

Zhan Mengyan embraced the ice flowers with her hands, and the ice flowers began to melt, flowing across the window glass, turning the former glory into flowing memories...

Without the icicles blocking the window glass, the moonlight shone directly in, emitting a cold light, clearly illuminating the words on the book. Zhan Mengyan quickly immersed herself in her studies...