The weather in the Flower City in September is still very hot. When I came out of the air-conditioned bar, goose bumps immediately appeared on my skin when it came into contact with the outside air.
Soon, the heat and sweat mixed together to form an invisible and intangible film, like a cocoon wrapped in silk thread, making people feel suffocated and stuffy.
Fang Yan prefers to stay at home on nights like this, taking a cold shower and lying on the bed with a book or standing in front of the window with a telescope.
The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's spring dreams.
Look, poets have so much life experience.
Fang Yan and Jiang Qin walked side by side on the road. Jiang Qin didn't speak, and Fang Yan didn't speak either.
Jiang Qin walked with his head down, kicking a small stone with his feet and making it roll forward continuously.
Fang Yan couldn't help laughing, just like a child.
Of course, in Fang Yan's heart, she is indeed a child.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Qin turned and looked at Fang Yan, his bright eyes free of any impurities. It's good to be young, his eyes are clear and transparent, like a mirror.
"Nothing." Fang Yan shook his head.
"Don't you want to say anything?" Jiang Qin said.
"say what?"
"What don't you want to ask?"
"what?"
"Tell me, if you were not here today, how should we deal with this kind of thing?" Jiang Qin asked from the side.
"Leave. Even if you feel wronged, you must leave immediately." Fang Yan said. "To save your dignity will only make you lose more dignity. Being unwilling to bear the loss will only make you lose more."
"Why can you handle it in such a straightforward and handsome way?" Jiang Qin asked.
“The greater a person’s ability, the greater the responsibility he or she bears.”
"I know, this is a line from Spider-Man."
"But this line is not just about Spider-Man, it's also about Iron Man, Batman, Superman, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Obama, Fang Yan-----"
"You are really shameless." Jiang Qin said with a pout.
"This is a serious question, you shouldn't say something so frivolous." Fang Yan said. "It will ruin the atmosphere of our conversation. It's also possible that after our conversation tonight, you will have a sudden realization, and your life will be different from now on. When you succeed and write your memoirs, you will write that it was a serious night when even the air was frozen. "
"What exactly do you want to say?" Jiang Qin asked.
"Girls shouldn't go to bars." Fang Yan said. "I'm talking about girls who are still in middle school."
"Why don't you just say no?"
"I'm a teacher. If I speak in the same low-level way as you, wouldn't that be an insult to the profession of teacher?"
"Fang Yan-----"
"Call me Teacher Fang Yan."
"You're such a bitch."
"-----If you scold me, I will tell your mother that you didn't study hard and sneaked out to the bar."
"I'm going to tell my mom you touched my butt at the bar."
"------"
Jiang Qin reached out to Fang Yan and said, "Lend me your phone."
"What do you want to do?" Fang Yan asked vigilantly.
"I want to call Yuan Lin, my phone is out of battery." Jiang Qin said.
Fang Yan handed over his phone, and Jiang Qin took it and tapped it quickly.
"What are you doing?" Fang Yan asked.
Jiang Qin threw Fang Yan's phone back and said smugly, "I'll delete Yuan Lin's number for you. I know you don't like her anyway."
"-----She saved my phone number. What if she calls me?"
"You don't have to answer it." Jiang Qin said, thinking, it would be a miracle if she called.
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"Shhh-----" Jiang Qin opened the door with the key and whispered to Fang Yan, "Take small steps, or my mom might hear you."
"Stop shushing, I heard everything." Sister Li's voice came from inside the door.
Jiang Qin and Fang Yan looked at each other and opened the gate of the yard helplessly.
"Mom, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Qin stood at the door and greeted Mrs. Li with a smile.
"How can I sleep?" Mrs. Li said unhappily. She stared at Fang Yan with unkind eyes and said to Jiang Qin, "Where did you go?"
"It's all Teacher Fang's fault." Jiang Qin suddenly turned against Fang Yan and said unhappily, "We were only halfway through the tutorial when his stomach started growling and he said he wanted to go out to find something to eat. He had just arrived in Huacheng and was unfamiliar with the place, so how could I let him go out alone? So I took him out to find something to eat. I originally wanted him to eat alone, but when I saw that the food was delicious, I followed him to eat----"
Jiang Qin patted his flat belly and said, "I'm so full that I'm going to gain several pounds. I have to lose weight quickly."
"Teacher Fang, didn't you eat enough at night?" Mrs. Li looked at Fang Yan and asked.
Jiang Qin's trick was indeed effective and he immediately changed the topic.
Before Fang Yan could answer, Jiang Qin said, "Mom, are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Teacher Fang just moved to our house, how can he have the nerve to eat so much at our house? Just now when he was having supper, he said that he had to eat three bowls of rice for every meal."
"But he has already eaten three bowls." said Mrs. Li.
"Oh, no, it's four bowls. Yes, Teacher Fang said he starts with three bowls, and usually eats four or five. He's afraid you'll laugh at him, so he's embarrassed to eat too much."
Sister Li looked at Fang Yan apologetically and said, "Teacher Fang, you are being too polite, aren't you? Didn't I tell you that we are all family, why are you being so polite in our house? Don't do that next time. I will cook more food and make sure you are well fed."
"Okay, okay." Fang Yan wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. This Jiang Qin - did she think of herself as a pig
"We should cook more meat dishes. Teacher Fang said he likes to eat meat." Jiang Qin said.
"No problem." Mrs. Li laughed. "What's so difficult about this? Have you forgotten what our husband and I do?"
Jiang Qin yawned and said, "I'm so sleepy after eating. I'm going to go back to sleep."
"Hey, go to sleep. You have classes tomorrow." Mrs. Li said.
"Good night, Teacher Fang." Jiang Qin blinked goodbye to Fang Yan.
"Good night." Fang Yan waved his hand.
Jiang Qin smiled and walked towards the inner room.
"Wait." Mrs. Li shouted.
Jiang Qin was startled and turned around to complain, "Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to scare me to death?"
"Honey, your clothes -- this is not the one you were wearing before, is it?"
"That's it." Jiang Qin said firmly. "I went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes."
"Is this the one?"
“That’s it.”
Mrs. Li patted her head and sighed, "My memory is getting worse and worse during menopause."
Jiang Qin walked over and hugged Mrs. Li's arm, saying, "How can you have a bad memory? How come you never forget to get up in the morning and make breakfast for me?"
"This silly child---" Mrs. Li hugged her daughter lovingly and said with relief.
Jiang Qin secretly stuck out his tongue at Fang Yan and went back to the house with Mrs. Li.
"Why does this feel like an affair?" Fang Yan said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
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When Huang Haoran returned home, his father Huang Wenqiang was sitting in the study working.
As the chief reporter of China Metropolis Daily, Huang Wenqiang seldom goes to the newspaper office to work. He spends most of his time outside reporting news and organizing and writing manuscripts at home.
"Dad." Huang Haoran stood at the door of the study and knocked gently.
Huang Wenqiang looked up and saw his son. He adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "Haoran is back."
"Dad, I want to talk to you." Huang Haoran said.
Huang Wenqiang hesitated for a moment, but still closed the manuscript in his hand and said, "Then let's talk."
He knew his son well and knew that he was very calm and would not interrupt his work if there was nothing else to do. Even if the manuscript he had was in a hurry, he was still willing to give his son some time.
Huang Haoran walked to the chair opposite his father and sat down, saying, "Dad, I want to ask you to pay attention to an incident."
"Oh, what is it?"
"A teacher at our Suzaku Middle School was fired-----" Huang Haoran said.
Huang Wenqiang couldn't help laughing and said, "Haoran, stop kidding. You know what newspaper your dad works for. If it was just a teacher being expelled from school, it wouldn't be published in the Huaxia Metropolis Daily. Go wash your face. I'll take you to eat something delicious later."
"Dad-----" Huang Haoran looked at his father stubbornly. "He is different from other teachers."
Huang Wenqiang wanted to say, "As long as they are teachers at Zhuque Middle School, they are all the same to me." Because their newspapers would not publish such trivial news. It would be a waste of space. The editor-in-chief would not sign it off.
However, seeing his son's serious expression and determined eyes, he did not say this sentence after all.
"What's the difference?" Huang Wen asked, emphasizing that he had changed his sitting position.
"He was wrongly accused. He was fired because of us." Huang Haoran's voice was a little excited. Thinking of what Zheng Guodong and the others said, his heart was filled with anger.
What kind of era is this? Why do bad guys always get away with it
After listening to his son's story, Huang Wenqiang's expression became solemn.
"How do you want me to help him?" Huang Wenqiang asked.
"Report it." Huang Haoran gritted his teeth and said, "You should seek justice for him in the newspaper. If you don't put some pressure on the school, they won't recruit Teacher Fang back. It is said that the school leaders have already discussed and approved it in a meeting."
"If I do this -" Huang Wenqiang looked at his son and said, "Do you know what this will bring to you? The school leaders will look at you with tinted glasses, and other teachers will also regard you as a marginal person due to the attitude of the upper-level leaders - are you sure you want to do this? You are still young, and there is actually no need to get involved in such a struggle. If the mental pressure is too great, it will affect your academic performance."
Huang Haoran was silent.
"Think about it carefully again." Huang Wenqiang said.
"Dad, I've thought about it." Huang Haoran's eyes were firm, and he said solemnly: "Teacher Fang, he is a good teacher. A good person should not be treated like this." (To be continued)