On the morning of the 25th, Jiang Xinyu went to take an exam. It was still a two-day exam.
"Xinyu, judging by your expression, I can tell you did well on the test."
"Not bad. How about you, Xiao Jing?"
"I think I bombed it."
"How about you, Xiao Ying?"
"Don't ask me that question, the physics this time was too hard."
The three girls walked out of the school gate. Jiang Xinyu said goodbye to them and rode her bike home.
It's been almost a month since she returned, and she was much less worried. Subconsciously, she believed Wei Kaiyun was fine.
But not knowing his actual situation still made her uneasy.
During May Day, Qian Jun specially ordered noodles from the grain station, two pounds each. Although it wasn't much, it was a good thing, and everyone was, of course, happy.
The textile factory was more actively working than ever before, and the workers were especially enthusiastic. The daily output of the workshops had also increased.
