Directly opposite the school gate, there is an old banyan tree that is more than one circle older than the colonel of a middle school, with staggered roots and a trunk thicker than a car.

The lush foliage provides a good place for people to cool off, and the shade of the trees covers a radius of nearly 10 meters.

Under the tree, there is an old man sitting and a young man.

They didn't seem to know each other, but they gossiped without a match......

"This is my alma mater, isn't it?"

This young man seems to be unaware of the summer heat, meticulous little flat hairstyle, wearing sunglasses, and wearing a black boss suit without a trace of wrinkles, this kind of luxury brand that ordinary people cannot recognize at a glance corresponds to his low-key to ordinary temperament, he is so ordinary that others only need to take a second look is redundant.

If you look closely, you can see that he has a great figure, a broad chest, a healthy brownish complexion, well-defined facial features, and resolute cheeks like a knife, not handsome, but absolutely masculine.

For some reason, when he saw the beautiful woman walking towards him, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up with a wicked smile. It was this smile that made his whole person treacherous and uninhibited.

"This is also my alma mater. ”

The old man looked to be over the age of six, his hair was already gray, he wore a pair of worn-out reading glasses, and sat comfortably on a rattan chair, listening to the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine" played on the radio hanging on the trunk of a tree.

"Oh?" the man slowly turned his head and looked at the old man with interest, "You graduated from here too?"

"No, I've been a math teacher in No. 1 Middle School for half my life, and I can't bear these children, so I come and sit every day. The old man said with a smile.

"I see—" the young man replied softly, in awe.

"Hey, today's children, one generation is not as good as the next!" the old man stared ahead, shaking his head and regretting.

"What do you mean?" the young man was slightly stunned.

The old man did not reply, but pouted forward.

The young man turned his head to look at the old man's gaze and immediately smiled bitterly.

I saw a few bad young men in fancy clothes who were squatting on the side of the road and smoking cigarettes just now had gathered around the beautiful woman at some point, and they didn't know what to say to her with a hippie smile, and the lewd light in their eyes involuntarily burst out, which made people feel evil.

And the beautiful woman was blocked in place, her pretty face was almost frozen in cold, and she was staring at a few little hooligans with apricot eyes.

Of course, this coquettish rebuke did not play a substantial role. The little hooligans also became more and more inch-in, as if they had a tendency to stretch out their groping hands.

The beauty was so angry that her eyes were red, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, as if she was about to cry.

"Hey, hey, brother, it's almost done! Brother is in a good mood today and doesn't want to move!" A lazy sentence was full of contempt and contempt.

"Huh?" a few little hooligans turned around one after another, looking up and down at the unsightly and "ordinary" dressed neurotic man in a suit in the summer.

"Who are you, is there room for you to fart here?" said one of the little rascals with parrot-colored hair, who was not happy at the time, stood up and pointed at the man and scolded.

"Uh-huh, and then?" said the man, wearing sunglasses, not only did he not get angry, but the corners of his mouth rose and he said with a smile on his face.

"What, what?" said the little rascal with a blank face.

"Aren't you supposed to have some practical actions? Come up and hit me?" the man shrugged, pointing to his chest, "You either go up together, or you all get out of here." ”

The red, yellow and green-haired little hooligan and several accomplices glanced at each other, each with confusion in their eyes, and then scolded the man: "Yo hey, you kid is very hard-talking! Don't think that we are afraid of you if you dress up as the Matrix! Listening to your accent, you don't look like a local, do you know who we are messing with? Do you know who has the final say in this area?"

"What's the matter? The man asked with interest as he moved his sunglasses upward.

"Hey, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I say it!" The little rascal saw that the man was so cooperative, and his tone immediately became angry, and he even had a lot of confidence, and his eyebrows flew and danced: "Hua Fei, Fei Ye, have you heard of it?"

"What?Fei Ye?" the man smiled dumbly, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and this turtle son has become a grandfather?"

"Grass! You dare to scold Fei Ye!" The little rascal was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped like thunder, and shook his head at a few accomplices, "Damn, he dares to scold our Fei Ye, fuck him together!"

With that, a few colorful little hooligans pounced on the man in the suit with their teeth and claws.

"Hey, it's such a hot day, I'm really too lazy to do it!" the man in the suit smiled bitterly and looked at the crowd around him, his tone was quite helpless.

"Bang bang..."Several ** collisions sounded, and several little hooligans were put to the ground without exception, covering their chests and abdomen with painful faces.

The man in the suit stood in place without moving, just rubbed his fists, lowered his head and smiled at the hooligan at his feet: "For the sake of you being Hua Fei's people, I didn't do anything ruthless." Go back and tell your Fei Ye that he God bless his brother back!"

"Point, point to the hand! Quickly withdraw!" The little hooligans struggled to get up from the ground, their facial features twisted to cover their sore spots, and they didn't forget to leave a cruel word for Wang Tianyou before leaving, "Sun Tzu, you wait!

"There are more people at home and abroad who want to kill the master! How old are you?" Wang Tianyou looked at their backs and muttered disdainfully.

As he spoke, he turned his head and stared quietly at the woman in front of him who had long been stunned through his black sunglasses, this woman who had been with him in his dreams many times, Murong Mingyue.

Three years ago, she was 21 years old and an art teacher.

Three years later, she is 24 years old, no promotion, no transfer, and still works as an art teacher.

At this moment, Murong Mingyue was looking at the majestic man in front of her in a suit and sunglasses with a shocked face, she couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe that she could meet this man again.

Although he grew taller, his skin was tanned, and his chin gradually grew stubble. But she still clearly felt that he was him, the one who made her think about him.

I don't know how many times, she thought he was a downright negative man, she thought he was looking for a new love somewhere far away, although she was unwilling, but relatively speaking, she was more fortunate with this result. Because it was the best she could think of!

It's been three years, and she doesn't want to and dare not guess whether this man is still alive.

Perhaps, he has started a new life in a foreign land. "She's always comforted and tortured herself like this.

The three years of hard thinking and waiting have been painful and happy for Murong Mingyue.

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