Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 260 - 260 257 Advanced Mathematics 94

Chapter 260: Chapter 257: Advanced Mathematics 94 Chapter 260: Chapter 257: Advanced Mathematics 94 Under the leadership of Third Master Xie, a group of people walked for about fifteen minutes and finally stopped in front of a barren plot of land.

“When Huifang passed away, her family’s land was divided among several families, and this place was left behind because it’s a cemetery, so nobody took this half-acre,”

Third Master Xie said, pointing to the exact center of the land, “There, that’s where my brother and sister-in-law’s graves are. Every Qingming Festival, I help clear the weeds, so their graves are still relatively clean. Let’s bury Huifang… beside them.”

The middle-aged man who had gone to get people came back very quickly, bringing a group of men with tools clattering over.

During the temple services, they had already selected an auspicious day, which was today, suitable for funerals and burials.

Upon hearing that they had not only completed the services but also prepared everything well, except for the wailing and the big feast that is common in rural funerals—Huifang had left the Xie village for many years, after all, and was a married daughter, so there was no need for such ceremonies.

Jiang Yan took out two packs of cigarettes that had been prepared earlier and handed them out to everyone, leaving the group momentarily speechless with a box of “Huazi” cigarettes unexpectedly thrust upon them.

The middle-aged man in the military green coat had already kept silent once, and now seeing the cigarettes, he remained calm and quickly directed everyone to dig the grave properly.

The entire burial ceremony was carried out exactly as Third Master Xie requested.

In the rural areas here, the graves did not have tombstones; for instance, Xu Qian’s maternal grandparents were simply mounds of earth with nothing on them.

Thus, it wasn’t feasible to carve a tombstone for Huifang, either.

By the afternoon, everything was finished.

…

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

“Here, these are the lanterns for you two, I bought them a long time ago.”

Jiawen happily took them and turned around to place candles inside. Jiang Yan, however, found himself in a mix of laughter and tears; he really hadn’t expected Mu Chenyan to buy such a thing for him.

In fact, that very evening, there was a lantern festival at Qingshan Temple in the city, which he had planned to attend with Jiajia.

After the fifteenth day, he would rest for one more day, and then school would start again on the seventeenth.

Jiang Yan suddenly realized how busy this winter vacation had been; except for the first few days, he had hardly had any idle time.

Just yesterday, he had made a trip to the new company. Jing Junyang, Du Fan, and a few others had returned on the tenth day and had already started preparations.

Embarrassingly, while both the website plan and the game design were his ideas, he was only involved orally; all the practical work was being done by the four of them.

Li Rang and You Chen did not need to return to school after the winter vacation, while Du Fan, now in his second year of graduate studies, had most of his courses concentrated between April and June, which luckily gave him time to delve into the company work.

“The ultra-thin laptop you designed, stop selling it for now. I’m planning to apply for a patent and then find an electronics factory for formal collaboration.”

The so-called ultra-thin laptop was just a bit thinner than current laptops and booted up slightly faster, but it was still far from the lightness and true thinness of later models. It was simply because such a product was not yet available on the market that Jing Junyang, with his business acumen, thought of patents and collaboration.

“Once the laptops have a brand, we can buy a store at the gate of Beijing University, one with two floors, and open an official computer specialty store. Then you can close down that little repair shop of yours.”

Jing Junyang had little regard for the tiny place Jiang Yan had set up in the garage of the residential complex.

Just think about this young man, with his brains and his skills, yet he’s playing it small and cautious, truly a waste of resources.

Jiang Yan was drafting a proposal for them when he heard the remark, so he stopped what he was doing and looked at Jing Junyang with curiosity, “Old Jing, your family is in business, right?”

Without waiting for Jing Junyang to reply, Li Rang interjected from the side, “Oh, I’m going to go buy coffee, Jiang Yan, which flavor do you want?”

The topic was thus skirted, and Jiang Yan didn’t bring it up again.

However, he took Jing Junyang’s suggestion and stopped assembling ultra-thin laptops until Jing had found an electronics factory to negotiate with.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about such things, nor that he couldn’t do them; he was simply too lazy to deal with those merchants for the time being.

After all, returning to university for another degree, he wanted to focus on his studies and even more so on love, so earning money had to come third. He had plenty of time to make his mark after graduation.

But since Jing Junyang was willing to take over, he was happy to be a hands-off manager.

Mu Jiawen played with the lanterns for a while before blowing out the candles. They were just a novelty, and though she had never played with them before, she was past the age for it.

At noon, the sunlight was splendid, and Mu Jiawen sat in the glasshouse painting, with Mu Chenyan guiding her from time to time. The atmosphere between mother and daughter as they discussed was quite lovely.

“Chen Yan.”

Hearing the call, Mu Chenyan looked up, and then a smile spread across her face. She walked out of the glasshouse into the courtyard, and chided across the low wall, “You come over without telling me in advance, what if I wasn’t home?”

“It’s the fifteenth today, where could you be if not at home?” Tang Meng said, lifting her chin toward someone next to her. “Actually, we were coming back from his grandmother’s house and passed by here. When I told him your Aunt Yan is living in Qinghe Garden, he insisted on coming to see.”

However, He Yitang beside her had forgotten to greet Mu Chenyan; he was lost in a trance, watching Mu Jiawen in the glasshouse, holding a brush and painting on the rice paper.

The girl was dressed in a beige, soft home outfit, her black hair casually tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, delicate brows and eyes, snow-white skin. She was holding a brush in her hand, focusing on the rice paper in front of her. She was painting, yet unaware that she herself had become a beautiful ink painting!

“Yitang?”

After being reminded twice by Tang Meng, He Yitang finally snapped to and hurriedly greeted Mu Chenyan, “Aunt Yan.”

Mu Chenyan smiled in response and invited the two to come inside.

Jiang Yan was in the living room playing chess with Yu Heng and had already lost three games, each not lasting longer than five minutes.

His interest in the game had waned, and he had lost any desire to continue. On hearing Mu Chenyan call to open the door, he quickly stood up to go there.

Yu Heng couldn’t help but lecture him from behind, “I see you scored only 94 in advanced math. Where did those 6 points go? Chess is also a form of training in logical thinking. You can’t just pick up and leave; you need to use your brain… Aunt Tang is here? Oh, Yitang is also here.”

Yu Heng stood up to greet them, while Tang Meng, seeing Jiang Yan there as well, looked a bit uneasy.

She knew about the relationship between this kid and Xiaosi, and had already dropped the idea of bringing her son and Xiaosi together. Today’s visit was purely coincidental, with no other intent.

Yet, she didn’t anticipate Yitang’s first glance at Xiaosi would be like that…

She had to talk to him later, letting him know that if Xiaosi doesn’t have a boyfriend, you can pursue her, but if she does, you cannot interfere, especially since this boyfriend is approved by Chen Yan.

Mu Chenyan reentered the living room from the courtyard, and since Mu Jiawen hadn’t finished her painting, she didn’t call for her.

Jiang Yan greeted Tang Meng and walked outside, planning to go to the glasshouse to watch Jiawen paint. He heard Tang Meng’s son asking Yu Heng behind him, “Brother, what did you just say about 94? Who scored a 94 in advanced math?”