After nine o'clock, the number of children who came to COSCO's broken classrooms gradually increased, and when there were more children, there were naturally more parents.

Lin Miao was surrounded by people for a while, obviously with the increasing fame of Lao Lin, his son of a "nationally renowned writer", everywhere he went, his treatment was also rising. His aura of a prodigy is not as good as Lao Lin's title of writer.

But think about it, no matter how godlike a prodigy is, in the final analysis, it is Lin Miao's own business.

But writers are different, especially writers in the system with administrative levels like Lao Lin, who have been promoted, if they can climb up to a little relationship, no matter what else, just say that they can use it as a braggadocio in private, and they can force the audience at the wine table. If you can use this relationship to invite you to be a guest on occasions such as weddings, the effect is obviously even more noticeable.

Lin Miao calmly wrote her words under the watchful eyes of a large number of people, stroke by stroke, without any confusion.

At the usual writing speed, I wrote until about half past nine. When Lin Miao was less than half a page away from the number of practice words that needed to be completed in today's plan, Wang Binbin was dragged back to the classroom by his mother.

COSCO felt ashamed, and hurriedly stepped forward and said to the girl, "Are you back?" The smile on his face was very flattering, but he didn't know how to apologize, or he couldn't open his mouth at all.

Wang Binbin's mother made a stinky face, glanced at the crowded place in the house, snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Mr. COSCO, my family Binbin has been learning from you since he was a child, and after studying for so many years, I haven't missed a penny of your tuition, right?"

"Eh, what are you talking about! I ...... I teach my children to write, but also so that I can pass on this little skill......" COSCO said with a shy face, as if he was one of the few remaining calligraphy artists in China, and then saw that Wang Binbin's eyes were not good, and quickly said truthfully, "I don't charge tuition to make money, right, children learn from me, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, these always cost money, ......right?"

"Okay, okay, don't be fooled with me, your house is your own, I don't know yet?" Wang Binbin's mother couldn't control it a little, and her voice raised a little.

A large group of people who were watching Lin Miao in the room immediately looked outside.

COSCO panicked, and hurriedly pulled Wang Binbin's mother to walk a few steps away, stood on the side of the street and begged for mercy: "Binbin's mother, I am wrong about this matter today, what do you want, you just have to say." As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it for you. ”

Wang Binbin's mother glanced into the classroom again, knowing that COSCO was afraid that she would make trouble and disrupt his business, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and sneered: "As long as you can do it, right? Okay, Binbin has been studying with you for nearly six years, and I will give you a face." ”

COSCO looked happy and nodded again and again.

But I heard Binbin's mother say: "I'll give you two ways now, or you return the quota to my family Binbin, and I'll treat it as if nothing happened." Anyway, the child is finished this year, and he is about to graduate from elementary school, and then he will go to junior high school, and I can stop the calligraphy class, and I won't bother you in the future......"

"How can that be done?" Zhongyuan didn't wait for Binbin's mother to finish speaking, and immediately reacted very loudly to interrupt, and then threw the pot at Lao Lin with a look of embarrassment with his acting skills, and lowered his voice and whispered in a tone that was inhumane, "Binbin's mother, you don't know who that child's father is? Lin Guorong! Member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, deputy to the District People's Congress, and deputy director of Xicheng Street......

COSCO took the name of Lao Lin, who had not been identified by hearsay, and said half-bragging, half-bragging and half-dumping, but Wang Binbin's mother suddenly raised her voice and yelled: "What's wrong with Lin Guorong!? Lin Guorong's son can bully people?!"

At this moment, even Lin Miao's attention was immediately attracted.

Lin Miao looked up at the house, heard the voice of Wang Binbin's mother, thought about it and felt that it didn't seem to be too big for herself, lowered her head again, and continued to write her last few words "Yong".

Outside the house, COSCO, who was taken aback, hurriedly persuaded Wang Binbin's mother, and said with a crying voice: "Binbin's mother, don't be like this, let's talk about something, Binbin's place, I'll find a way for you, okay?"

Wang Binbin's mother is obviously also an old Jianghu, after more than an hour of calmness, obviously had already thought of all the countermeasures before coming, Pi Xiaorou smiled and said: "Heh, think of a way? What is there to think of? Okay, no, no, you say something, I won't embarrass you, let's think of another way." ”

As soon as COSCO heard this, he immediately relented and hurriedly said: "Yes, let's think of another way! People still have to sit down to negotiate in the end of the world war, what is there that can't be sat down to discuss? If you want to talk about this quota, you see that I have promised Lin Guorong, and now I can't go back, right? As the saying goes, county officials are not as good as being in charge now, and Lin Guorong is now both a county official and a current manager, so I have to give face to the leaders of the family...... Binbin's mother, if you don't look at this, I'll get you a place next year Binbin, and I promise to get you ......"

"Teacher COSCO, I said that you, why are you not old and have a bad memory?" Wang Binbin's mother looked at COSCO with a mocking expression, "I said, my family Binbin will finish school this year, and he won't come to junior high school." What's the use of you giving me a place for next year? I'll sell it?"

"Yes!" COSCO was completely embarrassed.

Wang Binbin's mother couldn't hold back now, and showed the conditions: "Teacher COSCO, my family Binbin has been studying hard with you for six years, and this is the opportunity." The quota for the previous competition abroad was also promised by you personally, and I said it in person, I went abroad for my children, ran around and ran west to go through this and that procedure, how much time and energy was spent on half a passport, not to mention for the time being, how much money was spent on running errands and giving gifts, do you know in your heart?"

"It's not...... This passport has been issued, and it will still be able to do so in the future! It's not a one-time ......," COSCO still wanted to quibble.

Wang Binbin's mother was furious and shouted: "Enough! If you open your mouth, all the efforts of my family Binbin in the past six years will be in vain! You can either refund me the tuition fees for these six years now, or return the quota to me, otherwise I will not finish with you today!"

Wang Binbin's mother was furious at the door of the classroom, and now not only the people in the classroom, but even the passers-by all stopped and watched the play with interest.

COSCO was so anxious that she couldn't do it, and said with sweat on her head: "Binbin's mother, you can't be so unreasonable, even if the child doesn't go out to compete, he has learned things in the past few years, and your tuition has not been spent in vain......"

Wang Binbin's mother became louder and louder the more she spoke, and she shouted eloquently: "Why didn't I spend money on studying? I can still get a diploma after I spend money to study! Why did it take six years to come to you, and you can get rid of it once you have learned the ability? You don't say it counts if you learn the ability or not, and only when you get the award is it called learning the ability, but what kind of ability is it if you don't get the award!?"

COSCO was anxious, and said without words: "If you can't win the award, why don't you count your ability, I haven't won it!"

When the words came out, he was stunned, and the audience was silent.

A breeze blew through, failing to blow COSCO's sweat-soaked Mediterranean bangs on his forehead.

COSCO stood beside the road, the roots of his ears were red, and his brain was white.

Looking at the crowd in front of him and the vehicles slowly passing by on the road, at this moment, COSCO had a heart that wanted to die.

Who am I, where am I, what did I say......

Wang Binbin's mother was also petrified and looked at COSCO in amazement.

Faced with this kind of move, she didn't know how to continue to make moves.

Wang Binbin, who had been standing beside his mother without saying a word, also widened his eyes and looked at COSCO blankly, feeling similar to being betrayed by finding out that his son was not his own after many years of marriage.

The world fell silent for no apparent reason.

Legend has it that at this time, an angel passed through the earth......

"Let one go, let one let it......" Lin Miao squeezed out of the crowd, looked at COSCO, then looked at Wang Binbin and his mother, and said lightly, "Teacher, I don't want this place, my dad just joined the City Calligraphy Association, the number of places is too much to use up, just take it, my family Xiaoxiao also reported one, at the end of the year, a seven-day tour of Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand." ”

COSCO's eyes suddenly exploded, and he trembled and said, "You...... Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I see that you are so happy to have a relationship with my father, and my father thinks that you are also a very good person, I am afraid that you will feel uncomfortable when you say it!" Lin Miao laughed as if it was nothing to do with himself.

COSCO felt like it was going crazy.

I'm afraid I'm uncomfortable when I say it? I'm even more uncomfortable now, okay?

Mom, where are you, I want to cry......

COSCO was aggrieved like a greasy fat man in his forties, with red eyes, looking at Wang Binbin's mother.

Wang Binbin's mother, but her attention was on Lin Miao.

Lin Miao stepped forward, walked to Wang Binbin's side, raised his head, and smiled slightly: "Xiao Wang, do you see if life is particularly exciting, your mother is desperately trying to get something for you, don't (jiu) people (o) can get it with just your mouth." Do you know why?"

Wang Binbin had hatred for the privileged class in his eyes, and pretended to be disdainful and said, "Because you have a good father." ”

"No, I didn't get to the point. Lin Miao looked at Wang Binbin with deep eyes, using the darkest values in the world to corrode the other party's worldview, "Because the essence of this world is that people eat people." So you have to work hard, so that when you grow up, you can ensure that your children are not eaten by others. ”

Wang Binbin didn't understand it very well, but a few years later, whenever he saw Lin Miao on TV or other media, and then recalled today's moment, he couldn't help but tell others: Lin Miao is neither an angel nor a demon, but he is certainly not a human ......