After finally sending my aunt away, Su Jian was instantly revived with blood, and she continued to water the flowers of the motherland with boiling water every day.
Su Meizi previously stipulated that students must submit a weekly journal every week, and the class representative naturally accepted it dutifully. At first, Su Jian felt that it was a tiring job to approve so many assignments, but after reviewing a few books, she felt that this job was also quite loving.
I don't know if it's because the former sister Su was so gentle and amiable that she was too much like a confidant sister. The students liked to write down some of their little secrets in the weekly diary, and confided to her about their own cautions. Seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, the small world is monotonous and monotonous, but rich and rich, the things in their minds are simply strange.
Su Jian casually opened the weekly diary, and saw that the title of the weekly diary was in big characters: Seventeen years old, I am old.
Su Jian's heart was full of complaints: child, you are called an old man at the age of seventeen, so why don't people like us who are rushing to three be called old bones! Isn't it so exciting!
A thought suddenly occurred in her mind, Su Jian took out her mobile phone and sent An Yize a text message with a smile.
"I saw an article today and thought it was very suitable for you to read, Uncle An." Then he took a photo of the old girl's article and attached it.
Feeling better, Su Jian picked up the red pen and continued to watch the colorful little lives of the cubs as if he were reviewing a memorial.
Turning over one, it's because the math class is too fantastical, the math questions are too sci-fi, and the math teacher is too magical.
Turning over one more time, I sighed that the food in the cafeteria is getting more and more difficult to eat, but the taste of fried chili moon cakes is actually not bad.
Turning over another one, it is to express the sadness of the mother and father quarreling with the mother's fierceness and training the father and the father's son together like a dog. It is too difficult to be a man.
Turn over another one, it is Ling Si. Su Jian browsed it and found that it was written on the mood of puppy love, to the effect that he likes a girl, she is beautiful and gentle, she is simply the goddess in his heart, so he has been paying attention to her, wanting to be close to her, even dreaming She, however, didn't expect the girl to have a boyfriend, so the boy's heart was broken into scum.
"The wound in my heart can't be healed in this life. Tears slide down my cheeks, and no one can touch the coldness in my heart. I can only look at her back deeply, bear the pain of this fate silently, and wish her a happy life. ." Zhou Ji said at the end.
Su Jian gently rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, thinking that Ling Si had performed well recently, and it seemed that she had never missed her homework again, so she felt that it was necessary to give the boy a little warmth at the painful moment of lovelorn.
So he invited Ling Si to praise him: "You have performed well recently!" After thinking about it, he encouraged him: "Life is so vast, the forest is so vast, a manly man, you must have a long-term vision, and don't focus your eyes on it. Confined to a tree!"
Ling Si looked at him with a complicated expression, and should not ask back, "Teacher, are you in a good relationship with your husband?"
Su Jian suddenly mentioned this topic and felt a little inexplicable. After thinking about it, he guessed that the child had lost his love, so he wanted to find some hope, so he slowly came up with an idea. The child has just been hurt by his feelings and is disappointed with his feelings. At this time, you must give him some confidence in love and let him know that this village has passed, and there are shops in the lower village. So Su Jian said sincerely: "Okay! The two of us have a very good relationship! We didn't know each other for a long time, but after we met, we fell in love at first sight! After that, it was like glue and love, and I didn't want to separate for a moment! Look, My experience shows that there is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world! Therefore, you must have confidence!"
Ling Si gave a low "um", and his expression became even lower: "Thank you teacher. Teacher, I'll go first."
Su Jian nodded and encouraged: "Come on!"
Ling Si: "..."
When I got off work, it suddenly started to rain.
An Yize couldn't come to pick him up after working overtime this day, and Su Jian didn't ask the driver to come over, and planned to go back by car. Unexpectedly, not long after exiting the subway exit, it suddenly started to rain.
The rain was heavy, and Su Jian didn't have an umbrella, so she had to find a building door to take shelter from the rain. It's just that when I ran over just now, it was already drenched in the rain, and my hair and clothes were a little wet.
Su Jian was slapping the drops of water on his body, and suddenly a shadow came over his head, and then a soft and hesitant voice sounded in his ear: "Jian Jian?"
Su Jian turned around immediately.
Behind him, a young man was holding an umbrella, the umbrella was leaning over his head. Seeing him turn around, the man's expression moved, his eyes were indescribably complicated, hesitant, uneasy, affectionate, and gentle. .
"Jian Jian, is it really you?"
Except that Mother Su sometimes called him "Jian Jian" in the past, only An Yize would call him that, but now Su Jian couldn't help feeling a little awkward when he was called that by a strange man.
Su Jian hesitated: "You know me?"
The man was startled: "Jian Jian, you..."
Su Jian understood and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my memory and don't remember the people I knew before. Do you know me?"
"Amnesia?" The man looked complicated, "You really don't remember anything?"
Su Jian nodded, looking innocent.
The man's eyes were deep, and his expression became gentler, even with a hint of sadness: "Jian Jian, you don't remember me?"
Su Jian said, "May I ask who you are..."
The man looked into his eyes and said slowly, "My name is Lu Chenghe."
The author has something to say: I came back from overtime at night too late, and I wrote a little while I was too sleepy.