The next morning, Yang Han went to school.
Han Shiyu hadn't enjoyed staying in bed for a long time, and he didn't set an alarm clock today. The light rain in tired spring is easy to hypnotize. When he woke up, there was a rustling outside.
Yang Han likes to listen to the sound of rain, just like Yang Mo.
When she was a child, she liked to collect some glass bottles and put them in a row outside the window or in some corners of the yard balcony, so that when she opened the window, she could see the track of the rain.
It's a fun little trick. Han Shiyu would sometimes go to the balcony with an umbrella, pick up a stone on a whim, and play on the glass bottle with different heights.
They are of different shapes and filled with more or less water, so the sound of the ensemble is very pleasant.
Yang Mo's home office is facing the yard, and when he opens the window, he can clearly see the route of raindrops on the leaves of the dwarf plants. Heard the sound of rain not far away.
That was Han Shiyu squatting in the corner of the yard with an umbrella. Sometimes Xiao Yanghan would get into his umbrella, put his hands on his knees obediently, and squat with his father.
Sometimes she would hold a small umbrella alone, two large and one small cover side by side, like two dedicated mushrooms.
At that time, the father-daughter relationship between Yang Han and Han Shiyu was still not that "bad", the little girl would still raise her head sweetly and call her father, or watch, or pick up a stone and knock it with him.
Yang Mo pushed open the window and knocked on the glass. The big and small will definitely turn their heads when they hear the sound, and even the appearance of carrying an umbrella pole is exactly the same.
Yang Mo's tone was very gentle: "Clothes, be careful to get wet."
Yang Han nodded "oh oh" and grabbed the corner of his jacket that was about to fall to the ground.
Yang Mo simply opened the window, and when he was working, he could hear the sound of rain and clear noise outside. And Xiao Yanghan's commanding voice.
Yang Han: "Dad, knock that twice."
After two dings, Han Shiyu asked, "Is that so?"
Yang Han smiled and said, "When I hit this bottle, you can hit it again."
…
Han Shiyu leaned against the window and looked at the empty bottles on the balcony that were still not lost.
The mood on rainy days will be inexplicably happy. Maybe it's the good luck left over from yesterday that has been given to today.
He lay by the window for a while.
Yang Mo was still resting. His routine was as if his alarm clock was full, but as long as the two of them tossed hard at night, he would fall asleep, and Han Shiyu would wake up first the next day.
Han Shiyu turned back, lightly pecked the red mark on the back of his neck, and whispered, "Momo—get up."
After Yang Mo was yelled at by the heat and itch in his ear, he didn't look back, but picked up the pillow from behind and slapped Han Shiyu's face back.
Han Shiyu: "Ah."
Yang Mo's voice was nasal and hoarse, and said, "Change it later."
Han Shiyu took the pillow off his face: "..."
Han Shiyu felt wronged in an instant: "Brother."
Yang Mo has made this request seven or eight times.
But it was never actually implemented.
On the one hand, he was soft-hearted and gave up halfway.
On the other hand is.
Han Shiyu's technique is really very good.
Why did it become like this.
When the president of Jixun tried his best to cry and cry behind him, the sound of Zen in Yang Mo's mind was ethereal.
…
Rain is also a happy thing for the flowers of the motherland, so that they don't have to run exercises between classes.
Yang Han held his face and looked out the window, turning the pen in his hand. There were raindrops on the window, and her figure was reflected in every drop.
Lu Yueming came back from the office with a stack of workbooks, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Yang Han, and said, "Why are you in a daze?"
Yang Han came back to his senses, saw the math homework book on his desk, and said guilty: "Ah! Xiaolu, why don't you call me..."
Since she was selected by the teacher as the representative of the mathematics class, Lu Yueming has never let her intervene in running the office to move things and send things. She occasionally calls a teacher and adds points when summarizing. Yang Han felt a little embarrassed for prostituting for nothing.
Lu Yueming smiled and said, "I see that you are so serious in a daze that you can't bear to interrupt you."
Yang Han lowered his head and smiled.
Looking around, I found that in my free time, there were few people in the classroom.
"What are people doing," she asked.
Lu Yueming said: "A science and technology festival will be held around May 1st, and the projects in it are bidding, and our class has also signed up."
Yang Han heard about this science and art festival from the senior and senior sister. This is a feature of this high school, and it is also a grand event for the exclusive school. It is usually held together with the Games before May Day.
"The activities inside are all organized by students and guided by teachers." Lu Yueming smiled, "Our class is going to bid for the flea book market."
"Xu Jia told me," Yang Han said, "She heard that this event is the most interesting. The squad leader and everyone are planning and preparing."
Lu Yueming: "I have seen the plan of our class. I think it is very good. I also inquired about a few seniors. They said that it is more innovative and perfect than previous years."
Yang Han muttered, "Xu Jia didn't call me to go to see the fun."
Lu Yueming smiled and said, "You can go to see it now, or wait here for good news."
Yang Han couldn't wait to jump over the obstacle of the seat, trying to catch a glimpse before it was over.
She just took a step, then backed up, grabbed Lu Yueming's clothes, and said, "Well, Xiaolu is with me..." Yang Han said, "I don't seem to know the way..."
Lu Yueming blinked.
"You don't need to look for it," Lu Yueming said, looking at her hand that was unintentionally holding the corner of his clothes, and said, "It's in your hand."
Yang Han didn't react for a while.
Then I slowly realized that this is a homophonic stalk and a pun.
"..." Yang Han said: "...Xiaolu, you have changed."
Lu Yueming put the dozen homework books on the chair and planned to take Yang Han there. But at this moment, the people in the class came back downcast.
Shang Xue shouted at the front: "This is impossible, obviously we have such an advantage..."
Fang Jia said: "I heard that when we were in the primary election, the score for the planning book was the highest..."
Xu Jia patted the squad leader on the shoulder and said, "And the squad leader played so well... I suspect there is an inside story."
The squad leader looked a little disappointed and blamed himself, and forced a smile to say: "Thank you everyone... If you lose the election, you will lose the election. We will make persistent efforts next time."
Listening to the tone of their discussion, Yang Han knew that the result might not be satisfactory, and she looked at Liu Zuoye who was approaching. Liu Zuoye shook his head at her.
Lu Yueming was a little surprised, he just said to let Yang Han wait for good news. Said, "It's a pity."
Yang Han sighed in frustration and said, "Yeah... It's okay, try harder next time."
The optimism of a math teacher certified by a math teacher in Class 10 of Senior 10 can't be shattered by my optimism. By the time the teacher came to class, everyone was already seated and ready.
Yang Han patted his head and hurriedly helped Lu Yueming send the homework.
…
Han Shiyu and Yang Mo didn't have much time at home together, and Yang Han temporarily went home for one night at night. It just so happened that Han Lang also came to visit, holding the little corgi at home.
Yang Han excitedly picked up Gu Gu and rubbed it around. She estimated in her heart how many days until the summer vacation before she could have a dog of her own.
Han Shiyu could only stay at home for one more day, and then go to work the day after tomorrow. Hearing this, Yang Han gave Gugu a little bit of his affection.
It rained lightly at night.
A dim light was lit in the yard.
Han Shiyu was sitting on a small stool with a blue umbrella. Yang Han also moved a small bench similar to his and sat beside him.
"Old Han," Yang Han said, "when are you coming back this time?"
Han Shiyu said: "The plane the day after tomorrow, um... This time it will take a month."
Yang Han rubbed his fingers and asked him, "Almost a month later, our school will have a science and technology festival. Parents can also go."
Han Shiyu: "Go and ask your dad, he will probably have time."
Yang Han turned the umbrella over his shoulder and glanced at Han Shiyu.
Han Shiyu is not a perfect father. But... His shoulders have also been wet for his daughter on rainy days. Many times he has come back overnight because of some news at home. He is always thinking about some important life events for his daughter. The ripe cabbage was staring intently.
However, he is a good dad.
Yang Han replied, "Oh..."
She suddenly remembered that when she was in elementary school, she went shopping with her two fathers. At that time, Han Shiyu was not on the cusp of public opinion.
She is very comfortable, holding one in each hand, the three of them together become a "concave" character. Or Yang Han on a whim, hanging in the middle of them giggling. At that time, she was very proud of the envious eyes of passers-by.
Later... In junior high school, under the influence of some rumors, the girl who became more sensitive... rarely traveled with them again.
She suddenly missed those days, and she wanted to go back again.
Han Shiyu rubbed her head.
Yang Han looked up at him.
Han Shiyu smiled and said, "I can come back as soon as possible."
He asked, "Going together?"
Rain was dripping on the two umbrellas. The warm yellow light reflected in Yang Han's bright eyes, and with the corners of his eyes, he turned.
…
When Yang Han returned to school the next day, he found that something had happened.
When she took off her schoolbag and greeted Liu Zuoye, she found the injury on her arm.
Yang Han quickly asked what was going on, but Liu Zuoye just shook his head and said, "It's just a mild burn, it'll be fine in two or three days."
Xu Jia's eyes were all red, and he told Yang Han what happened.
It turned out that the proposal in their class was on par with another class that successfully bid, and in the end, most of the referee teachers favored them.
The students who knew about it told the class leader of another class. They were very anxious, so they went to the principal before the final election began.
The principal is a gentle lady - she sets up a principal's mailbox, which is never left to look at. Every month, students send letters to it.
She received it from an anonymous first-time event planning student, writing very sincerely, just wanting to "get a little bit of advice to ease the tension." The principal replied seriously.
However, at the time of the final election, the principal's name appeared on the column of the instructor in their planning book. Moreover, her words also appeared in the suggestion for improvement.
Instructors are generally team leaders or teachers who have read the plan and expressed their approval. Maybe out of some psychology, I felt that the two planning books were comparable, so the referee teachers and students chose this class.
When the girls in their class were discussing this matter, Liu Zuoye just happened to hear it.
Liu Zuoye usually eats alone. They thought they avoided the dining area of Class 10, but when they saw Liu Zuoye walking past them to pour the meal, her face turned blue.
Hearing Xu Jia's words, Yang Han suddenly felt a sigh of relief in his heart.
In fact, in this situation, Liu Zuoye really can't say anything. After all, the fact that "the referee teachers mostly favor them" is only a preliminary result, and it is not certified public.
Is it to expose them—isn't the principal their advisor
No one will admit that they cater to their psychology, and the principal did write them a letter of advice, which can be written as an advisor.
Going to "debunked" she would only get a serious analysis - they would "reasonably" tell her why she chose another proposal, and not to think so badly of people at a young age.
People always find two sets of reasons for their various choices in advance, one is to say failure, and the other is to consolidate success.
When the group of leaky girls came to look for Liu Zuoye during their late break, Liu Zuoye didn't say a word. She is making hot water in the boiling water room. The group of people came over to "make friends" with her in good spirits.
When she ignored them and turned to leave, her cold face had already told the group that she had heard those words.
Liu Zuoye didn't want to talk, she knew that she couldn't do anything in this embarrassing situation, but nothing could stop her from getting angry.
The group was a little annoyed by her attitude, and when they reached out to grab her, they accidentally knocked over the hot water.
…
Yang Han looked at Liu Zuoye's injury and suddenly felt a particularly sour nose.
Liu Zuoye felt the trembling of her fingers holding her hand, so she comforted: "It's okay. I'll fight back too."
There were not many people in the boiling water room at that time. Liu Zuoye pushed the culprit against the wall with his red-hot arm, and threw a sentence, "Take care of your mouth and hands and feet."
Although they did not suffer any substantial injuries.
"This kind of thing will be very common in the workplace in the future. Sometimes, it's just hard to stand out because of your ability, and you need some cleverness." Fang Jia sighed, "It can't be said that they are wrong, and they didn't make any rules... "He said: "It's just to let the other party know that the person is very angry."
Xu Jia said angrily: "I will go to the construction site to move bricks in the future. If I encounter this kind of thing in my work, I will probably die of anger."
The atmosphere seemed to be eased by Xu Jia.
Yang Han was silent, not knowing what to say.
When the get out of class was over, the group of people came to the door to look for them last night.
This is a group of arrogant boys. They heard that someone in the opposite class was looking for trouble with the girls in their class, and came to ask for an explanation.
I can think of what the group of people said in front of them last night with tears in their eyes.
Liu Zuoye was never afraid of these things. When he was about to get up, he was pushed down by Lu Yueming and Yang Han.
Lu Yueming said, "Let's go talk to them."
The Fang family and Shang Xue also came over, Shang Xue held Lu Yueming's neck, the three of them were together, and said, "It's like there is no male classmate in any class."
Shang Xue rolled up his sleeves and said, "Sister Liu, wait, they burned your arm yesterday, and today we will take off his hand."
Liu Zuoye: "..."
Seeing that they went out to negotiate, Yang Han's brows did not show, and the depression in his heart ignited.
Yang Han gritted his teeth and said to the squad leader who came over to check the situation: "Squad leader, can we still bid for another event?"
The squad leader said: "Yes, yes, but the original activities are no longer available, so I can only apply to hold them independently. But to do a new activity, it is very difficult to pass."
Yang Han said: "Then let's start writing a plan from now on, and organize it independently."
She said: "We must win that class"
The people present looked at each other.
Self-organized events are a little less popular than the original events over the years, and among all the regular events, the flea book market is the most popular one.
The monitor said, "...what activities are we going to do?"
Yang Handao: "Just apply for the science and technology lecture class."
Squad Leader: "Huh?"
Liu Zuoye raised an eyebrow.
Xu Jia suddenly understood something, widened his eyes, and said, "Chang... eldest princess, you don't mean to..."
"I will invite the speaker," Yang Han said. "Just ask Han Shiyu, the president of Jixun Technology Co., Ltd."