The weather in Huacheng in September is still very hot. When I come out of the air-conditioned bar, my skin immediately gets goosebumps when it touches the outside air.
Soon, the heat and sweat mixed together, forming an invisible and intangible film, like a cocoon wrapped in silk threads, giving people a dull and breathless feeling.
Fang Yan prefers to stay at home on nights like this, taking a cold bath and lying on the bed with a book or standing in front of the window with a telescope.
The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.
Look, poets have a lot of life experience.
Fang Yan and Jiang Qin were walking 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 rolling it forward.
Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh, he really looked like a child.
Of course, in Fang Yan's heart, she was indeed a child.
"Why are you laughing?" Jiang Qin turned to look at Fang Yan, his bright eyes without any impurities. It's great to be young, with clear eyes, 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?"
"What do you think, if you were not here today, how should we deal with this kind of thing?" Jiang Qin asked sideways.
"Leave. Even if you have great grievances, you must leave quickly." Fang Yan said. "In order to save your dignity, it 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 heavier his responsibility.”
"I know, this is a line from Spider-Man."
"But this line is not just about Spider-Man, but also Iron Man, Batman, Superman, Bill Gates, Jobs, Obama, Fang Yan-----"
"You are really shameless." Jiang Qin curled his lips and said.
"This is a serious issue. You shouldn't say such unserious words." Fang Yan said. "This will ruin the atmosphere of our conversation - it is also possible that after our conversation tonight, you will have a profound realization, and your life will be different from now on. When you successfully write your memoirs in the future, you will write that it was a serious even atmosphere. The night is all condensed----"
"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."
"Can you just say no?"
"I'm a teacher. If I speak as poorly as you, wouldn't I be insulting the profession of a teacher?"
"Fang Yan-----"
"Call me Teacher Fang Yan."
"You're so mean."
"-----If you scold me, I will tell your mother that you didn't study hard and sneaked to the bar."
"I'm going to tell my mom you touched my ass at the bar."
"------"
Jiang Qin reached out to Fang Yan and said, "Lend me your cell phone."
"What do you want to do?" Fang Yan asked warily.
"I want to call Yuan Lin, my phone is out of battery." Jiang Qin said.
Fang Yan handed over his mobile phone, and Jiang Qin took it and clicked it quickly.
"What are you doing?" Fang Yan asked.
Jiang Qin threw Fang Yan's phone back and said proudly: "I'll delete Yuan Lin's number for you. Anyway, I know you don't like her either."
"-----She saved my mobile phone number. What if she takes the initiative to call me?"
"You don't have to answer it," Jiang Qin said. I thought to myself, it would be strange if she could call me.
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"Shh-----" Jiang Qin opened the door with the key and whispered to Fang Yan: "Step softly, be careful not to be overheard by my mother."
"Stop shushing, I heard it all." Aunt Li's voice came from inside the door.
Jiang Qin and Fang Yan looked at each other and opened the courtyard door helplessly.
"Mom, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Qin stood at the door and greeted Aunt Li with a smile.
"Can I sleep?" Mrs. Li said angrily. She stared at Fang Yan with unkind eyes and said to Jiang Qin, "Where have you gone?"
"It's all Teacher Fang's fault." Jiang Qin suddenly turned against Fang Yan and said angrily: "He was just halfway through tutoring when his stomach growled and he said he wanted to go out to find something to eat. He just came to Huacheng, right? How could I have the nerve to let him go out alone when he is unfamiliar with this place? So I took him out to find some food. I originally wanted to let him eat alone, but I saw that the food was delicious and he ate it too----"
Jiang Qin patted his flat belly and said, "It's stretching me to death. I'm afraid I'll gain a few pounds. I have to lose weight quickly."
"Teacher Fang didn't have enough to eat tonight?" Sister-in-law Li looked at Fang Yan and asked.
Jiang Qin's move really worked, and he immediately changed the topic.
Before Fang Yan had time to answer, Jiang Qin had already answered: "Mom, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? Teacher Fang has just moved to our house, why are you so embarrassed to eat so much at our house? You just had a midnight snack. At that time, he also said that he had to eat three bowls of rice every meal."
"But he has already eaten three bowls." Sister-in-law Li said.
"Ah, no, it's four bowls - yes, Teacher Fang said he started with three bowls, and usually eats four or five bowls. He's afraid you'll laugh at him, so he's embarrassed to eat too much."
Sister-in-law Li looked at Fang Yan apologetically and said, "Teacher Fang, you are too outspoken, aren't you? Didn't I say that? We are all a family, why are you so polite in our house? You won't allow it next time, I I will cook more meals in the future, so I will definitely keep you satisfied."
"Okay, okay." Fang Yan wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. This Jiang Qin-----does she think of herself as a pig
"We need to 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 family does?"
Jiang Qin yawned and said, "I'm so tired after eating. I'm going back to sleep."
"Hey, go to sleep, go to sleep, we have classes tomorrow." Sister-in-law 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 back room.
"Wait a minute." Sister-in-law Li shouted loudly.
Jiang Qin was startled, turned around and complained: "Mom, what are you doing? Do you want to scare people to death?"
"Kiss, your clothes - this is not what you were wearing before, right?"
"That's it." Jiang Qin said firmly. "I went upstairs and took a shower and changed clothes."
"Is this it?"
"This is it."
Sister-in-law Li patted her head and sighed: "This is menopause - my memory is getting worse and worse."
Jiang Qin walked over and hugged Mrs. Li's arm and said, "How can you have a bad memory? Why do you never forget to get up in the morning and make breakfast for me?"
"This silly kid--" Mrs. Li hugged her daughter lovingly and said happily.
Jiang Qin secretly stuck out his tongue to Fang Yan and went back to the house with Sister-in-law Li.
"Why does this sound like an affair?" Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
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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 rarely goes to the newspaper office to work. He spends most of his time running news outside and organizing and writing manuscripts at home.
"Dad." Huang Haoran stood at the door of the study and gently knocked on the door panel.
Huang Wenqiang looked up and saw his son, adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile: "Haoran is back."
"Dad, I want to talk to you." Huang Haoran said.
Huang Wenqiang hesitated a little, then closed the manuscript in his hand and said, "Let's talk then."
He knew his son well and knew that his son had a very calm temperament. If nothing happened, he would not disturb his work. Even though the manuscript agency in his hand was pressing hard, he was still willing to give his son some time.
Huang Haoran walked to the chair opposite his father, sat down, and said, "Dad, I want to ask your attention to an incident."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"A teacher from our Zhuque Middle School was fired-----" Huang Haoran said.
Huang Wenqiang couldn't help laughing and said: "Haoran, stop being ridiculous. You know what newspaper my father works for. If it's just a matter of a teacher being expelled from school, it's impossible to be in the "China Metropolis Daily" - --Go and wash your face, I will take you to eat delicious food later."
"Dad-----" Huang Haoran looked at his father with stubborn eyes. "He is different from other teachers."
Huang Wenqiang wanted to say, 'As long as you are a teacher at Zhuque Middle School, it's the same to me.' Because their newspapers will not publish these trivial news. That's really a waste of space. The editor-in-chief will not sign the version and approve it.
However, seeing his son's serious expression and firm eyes, he did not say these words after all.
"Why is it different?" Huang Wenqiang changed his sitting position and asked aloud.
"He was wrongly accused. He was expelled 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 are these? Why are the bad guys always free
After listening to his son's story, Huang Wenqiang's expression became solemn.
"How do you want me to help him?" Huang Wenqiang asked aloud.
"Report it." Huang Haoran gritted his teeth and said. "You should seek justice for him in the newspaper. If they don't put some pressure on the school, they will not recruit Teacher Fang back - it is said that the school leaders have already held a meeting to discuss and approve it."
"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 colored glasses, and other teachers will also look at you because of the attitude of the upper leadership. Treat you as a marginalized person - are you sure you want to do this? You are still young, so there is no need to get involved in such a level of struggle. If you have too much mental pressure, it will affect your academic performance."
Huang Haoran was silent.
"You should think about it carefully." Huang Wenqiang said.
"Dad, I have already thought about it." Huang Haoran said with firm eyes and extremely solemnly: "Teacher Fang, he is a good teacher. A good person should not be treated like this."