Zhuang Yan calmly told Chen Jiaqing to close the door when he left, but Chen Jiaqing didn't react, and stood in place for a long time before turning his head and leaving.

After staying in the room for a while, Zhuang Yan walked back to the living room, Chen Jiaqing had already left, and there was a bunch of keys on the coffee table.

He ran to the room of the mother and daughter again to take a look, and the things were completely moved, and only the empty bed board was left in the room. Zhuang Yan suddenly smiled, he didn't know what he was laughing at, maybe he was admiring Chen Jiaqing's moving efficiency.

However, Chen Jiaqing is not too ruthless, at least the potted plants on the balcony are still there.

Zhuang Yan walked to the balcony and sat on the wooden bench, smelling the aroma of herbs, but it didn't hurt to calm his mood.

He likes calm, but he doesn't want to enjoy loneliness, and the reason why he was willing to live with Chen Jiaqing and them at that time was also because of the sudden loneliness when he first came to this world.

Zhuang Yan suddenly wanted to smoke and drink, but found that he had already become a good man, and there were no such things at home, he was lying on a bench, looking at the sky, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Although the moonlight is bright, it stays alone in the sky, and there are no stars willing to accompany it.

Of course, Zhuang Yan understands that this is a normal natural phenomenon, and the bright moonlight will never be able to coexist with the stars. But at this moment, he prefers to forget that this is just a natural phenomenon, and he prefers to believe that the moon is as lonely as he is, because in this case, the lonely person will not know him.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

Zhuang Yan suddenly thought of Master Ji Xianlin's words: Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moonlight. Everyone loves the moon in their hometown. That's about the way it is.

Yes, everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moonlight.

The moon above his head is not the same as the moon in his hometown, although Zhuang Yan can't see the difference, but he just feels different.

This is loneliness, which always makes people think crankily.

……

The next day, when Zhuang Yan got up from bed, he felt a little dizzy and his nose was a little out of breath. He thought of the night when he was lying alone on a wooden chair, and finally ran to his room in a daze because he couldn't stand the cold.

Maybe I caught a cold when I fell asleep on the balcony.

"Ahh

sneezed, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but laugh at himself, he had never been sick when he was weak in the past, but now his body has improved, but he has a cold.

After washing, Zhuang Yan went outside the community to buy some cold medicine and had some breakfast by the way.

As soon as he got home, Wang Lijian called.

Zhuang Yan answered the phone and said with a smile: "Brother Zijian, I listened to you, and I have already returned from Chadong." ”

"Yao Qian has already told me about your return, and I didn't call for this matter. Wang Lijian said.

Zhuang Yan patted his head, and then remembered that he now had an agent, and he asked with a smile: "Then what else is there to call you in person, so early in the morning." ”

Wang Lijian said in a deep voice: "It's not a good thing, a strike broke out in a middle school yesterday, this school is not an unknown small school, you should have heard of Maochang Middle School, right?"

"I've heard of Maochang Middle School, it seems to be a private middle school. Zhuang Yan nodded, and then he reacted and said in surprise: "This strike is not related to "The Catcher in the Rye". ”

"It's relevant. Wang Lijian said.

"Are you sure?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"I know for sure. Wang Lijian affirmed: "Because when those students went on strike, everyone wore a cap, and they all wore it backwards. ”

Zhuang Yan was still wondering why Wang Lijian was so sure that it was related to "The Catcher in the Rye", but now when he heard Wang Lijian's words, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, this relationship is too obvious.

"Do you understand the reason for this strike?" Zhuang Yan asked with a frown.

"For the time being, I only know that the students are protesting against the lack of humanity in the school's management system, but as for who organized it and what the protest was, I don't know yet. Wang Lijian said.

Zhuang Yan's brows furrowed even deeper, which meant that there was no news.

"Okay, I see, I'll check it out now. Zhuang Yan was anxious to go online to see the specific situation.

Wang Lijian could also guess why Zhuang Yan was in a hurry, and said, "Okay, I'll contact you later." ”

Hanging up Wang Lijian's phone, Zhuang Yan ran to the study step by step and quickly turned on the computer.

He is not in a hurry, and a class strike is not a trivial matter in China.

Zhuang Yan has also been a student, and he knows that students must have all kinds of dissatisfaction with the school, but even if they are dissatisfied, ordinary students do not have the courage to act excessively.

Even if someone has the guts, it is only a personal act at best, and something like a school strike cannot happen if no one instigates it. At least in Zhuang Yan's so many years of student life, in his previous life, including in this life, he has never heard of such a thing as a class strike {actually, there was one time, but I didn't experience it, and it was a university, which is different from middle school}.

He was going to take a look on the Internet first, but he didn't know if this matter was a big deal, whether it was a lot of noise, or if everyone chose to make a big thing a small thing.

However, the computer was not fully turned on, and Zhuang Yan received a call from Yao Qian again.

"Teacher Zhuang, something is wrong. As soon as the phone was connected, Yao Qian hurriedly said such a sentence.

"Don't say that there are other things going on besides the strike. Zhuang Yan said.

Yao Qian was stunned for a moment, "Teacher Zhuang, you already know about the strike of the students of Maochang Middle School?"

"Well, I know, Editor-in-Chief Wang called just now. Zhuang Yan said, and then asked: "Do you know what the specific reason for their strike is, what they are protesting for, and who else is taking the lead?"

Zhuang Yan opened the search engine while asking, and Yao Qian said: "I heard that there are a lot of reasons for the strike, but some people say that the main fuse is the school's division of subjects. ”

Zhuang Yan nodded, that's right, if it is really instigated by the students, the one who takes the lead must be a good learner, because in this kind of thing, there is always a motivation to learn well than a poor learner.

While listening to Yao Qian's report, he opened the search engine, but after the homepage of the search engine opened, Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, because he didn't need to deliberately search at all, and the first item in today's hot search was the words "Maochang Middle School students went on strike".

Zhuang Yan rubbed his head, there is no need to ask now, they are all on the hot search, and the matter must be a small matter.

Thank you Ning Xiaojia for the reward of children's shoes, and congratulations on becoming the head of this book, every time you receive a reward, you are very happy, of course, the more you are, the happier you are, four chapters today