Volume 1 Love Test Paper Your Name My Heart Matter 002 Who is calling for help?

  Who is calling for help at 2 o'clock?

  Just ten meters away from home, in a dark place, she suddenly stopped. Xia Jia Ning's hand holding the umbrella tightened involuntarily. She hadn't misheard - a faint cry for help came from the front left position.

  That was a man's voice, but in front of him was clearly a wall. Where did the sound come from? Could it be the legendary 'Ghost Wailing Wall'?

  Fear came suddenly, and he immediately ran in the direction of home, rushing straight into the door, and only when he saw the bright lights in the main room did he pat his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

  "Jiajia, it's pouring rain and you still came back. Your dad said he'd pick you up at the station but you didn't let him. Come on, wipe yourself dry, a girl like you will get sick from getting soaked in the rain."

  Summer mother took a towel and threw it over her daughter's head, laughing while constantly nagging, taking the things in her daughter's hand and putting them away.

  "Tomorrow, the high school students are having a mock exam and they're using our middle school classrooms, so we don't have to go to school, I just want to go home and sleep in."

  Xia Jianing wiped her face clean and went back to her room to grab some clean clothes before slipping into the simple shower stall set up with wooden boards in the courtyard to start washing up.

  "Come out later to drink a bowl of glutinous rice wine cooked by your father and then sleep." Xia's mother's voice came from the kitchen, while Xia Jianing, who was scooping water from a large wooden bucket to rinse her body, had a happy smile at the corner of her lips. "Got it, mom, you go to sleep, we still have to get up early tomorrow."

  This three-room ancestral home was given to the Xia family by the prefect of Zhou during the Guangxu period of the Qing dynasty, and since then, the descendants of the Xia family have lived here. During the land reform, the house was once taken back.

  Xia's father used to work at the municipal sugar, tobacco and wine company. Later, the factory was bought by a real estate developer, so he took the several tens of thousands of yuan from buying out his seniority and started brewing wine in the front yard of his own home, a family tradition.

  It is said that good wine isn't afraid of being in a deep alley, among the old wine enthusiasts in this city, there's no one who hasn't drunk Xia Jia's brewed wine. Wuliangye and others can't compare to the fragrance of Xia Jia's wine, it's because Xia Jia never does business deceitfully, every grain of rice and every piece of wine lees used are the most authentic.

  Although the family was not wealthy, her parents were loving and she and her brother were very close. In recent years, her brother went to high school and boarded, and she graduated from normal school and took a public junior middle school as an English teacher.

  Although there are many pursuers on and off campus, she doesn't want to fall in love so early and wants to spend more time with her parents. Of course, maybe her vision is also high, those pursuers don't impress her at all.

  Xia Jianing finished her bath and changed into a loose nightgown, walking into the kitchen. A bowl of sweet glutinous rice wine with a strong aroma was placed on the stove, she took a light sip, and indeed, the Xia family's homemade wine was the most fragrant.

  A furry head was rubbing against her calf, she put down the bowl and bent over to pat Jiujiu's big head, "Jiujiu, do you miss Mommy?"

  "Meow~~," a three-colored big cat finished selling its cuteness and jumped onto the kitchen stove to continue snoring.

  The wind blew in from the skylight, and the rain outside grew heavier. Xia Jianing's heart slightly hung up, Ghost Wailing Wall, how is that possible?

  After a moment, she pulled out a wooden stick from behind the door. She had wanted to call her parents, but seeing that their room was already dark, she could only go back to her room and grab a flashlight and a rope before running out into the rain with an umbrella. You can search for "Forced Trial Marriage: The Little Woman of the High Official is Eighteen" on Baidu.