In the next few days, Wang Bo focused most of his thoughts on "Chaowen Dao". For this reason, he went to the county library twice, of course, he still asked Liao Xiaoqing to help him ask for leave. Liao Xiaoqing knew the purpose of his visit to the library, and happily and diligently covered for him, telling the teachers of various subjects about Wang Bo's tragic situation of "his face turned blue with pain and sweated all over his body", and the teachers were "shocked" and worried.

The current Wang Bo, due to the fact that he has asked for too many leaves, and basically all of them are sick leaves, he already has the impression of being a "sick seedling" who is "jealous of talents" among the teachers in the second year of high school.

Only Xiao Jinsong, the head teacher who has the most contact with Wang Bo and knows the details, understands that this guy's sick leave is fake, and what kind of ghost name he doesn't know is real. But this real situation can't be shown to others, but he himself still needs to open his ass for Wang Bo's willful endorsement from time to time. Xiao Jinsong's heart is "to be a good old fire, there is a good old fire".

But who calls the other party's grades so good? There is really nothing to be done about this student who has a distinct personality but goes his own way, has excellent grades but does not quite abide by school rules and discipline, can't control it, can't say it, and has more crooked reasoning than him!

Wang Bo went to the county library at about half past three after the second class in the afternoon. In his school bag, he always carried a printed copy of "Country Teacher" for Liang Ya's mother Cheng Wenjin, but unfortunately, he didn't see each other twice. The door to the assistant curator's office is closed. Maybe it's out.

I didn't see the "mother-in-law" three times in a row, and Wang Bo was a little regretful. But he quickly threw the sentiment out of his mind. Taking advantage of the quiet and convenient environment of the library's reading room, he devoted himself to the writing of "Asamido".

These days, in addition to writing "Chaowen Dao". Wang Bo also missed the woman who gave him the first night. He wanted to go to the other party's place of work to find her several times, and even had the urge to go to the other party's house to meet the other party, but in the end he was restrained by reason.

"If she calls me or pages me, I'm going to meet her. Wang Bo thought.

However, in the past three or four days, Dong Zhen did not call him, nor did he page. Wang Bo didn't know what the other party thought. Is it really as she said when she left the other day, so that he forgot "last night and today". Judging from the performance of the other party without a single phone call in the past few days, it seems that Dong Zhen really thinks so. I'm going to do that.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Bo was a little relaxed, but more of it, it was a sense of regret and emptiness. It seems to be on their own body. Some of them seemed to have been lost with the departure of the other party.

But people are not satisfied, eight times out of ten, he can't let everyone revolve around him, life has to go on, ahead, there are more wonderful things waiting for him to experience and discover.

On Saturday afternoon, after the last class, Wang Bo was packing his schoolbag. Zhong Jiahui, who was carrying a blue schoolbag on one shoulder, was already waiting for him outside the corridor of Class 7. Countless eyes flickered between Wang Bo and the slender and graceful figure outside the corridor, and a slightly exaggerated whistle sounded one after another in the classroom of Class 7. Although Wang Bo's skin was thick enough to be comparable to the city wall, he still couldn't bear it, hurriedly packed up the books and stationery on the desk, and ran outside in embarrassment.

Zhong Jiahui was quite unaccustomed to waiting for a boy in the corridor of the outer class, and she was even more apprehensive, worried that she would be misunderstood by other classmates in the grade like this, and what kind of gossip would come out, especially after many people knew that he and Liang Ya from Class 9 were playing friends, those gossips would be quite unbearable. But Wang Bo didn't know where her family lived, and she didn't make an appointment with the other party last time, so Zhong Jiahui had no choice but to run another seven shifts in person to block people before the other party left.

"I'm sorry, Zhong Jiahui, I've kept you waiting. Wang Bo, who walked out of the classroom, came to Zhong Jiahui and said with a smile.

"No, I've just arrived. We...... Let's go. Zhong Jiahui's face was obviously a little red, and as soon as Wang Bo arrived, he took the lead and walked forward, as if this was some kind of Longtan tiger's den.

The two walked towards the parking shed together with the flow of people from school at No. 4 Middle School. There were a lot of people, it was too noisy, and the two didn't talk much, just slowly moving forward with the surge of people.

On the way to walk, Wang Bo inadvertently looked at Zhong Jiahui next to him with his spare eyes. The other party is wearing a camel hair jacket on top and a pair of blue jeans and sneakers underneath. Girls wear jeans, and if they have long legs and a warped buttocks, they will taste great. Zhong Jiahui's legs are slender, and her buttocks are very straight/upright, and when she wears jeans, her graceful figure is vividly reflected, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The two men, who had picked up the car at the carport and met near the door, rode in the direction of the east of the city. Chung's home is in the east of the city, near a family area of the Golden Bridge Hotel.

The two walked side by side, chatting as they walked. Considering that he was going to the other party's house for dinner, Wang Bo deliberately inquired about some of the other party's family situation. In the face of the inquiry of the "life-saving benefactor", Zhong Jiahui did not hide it, and told Wang Bo the names of his parents, work unit and other family information one by one. From this, Wang Bo learned that Zhong Jiahui's father, Zhong Zhengjiang, and mother, Wu Caixia, were both regular workers in the brewery. His father was the workshop director of a workshop in the brewery, and his mother was an accountant in the brewery. The house where the family lives is also a family building for employees raised funds by the brewery.

"Wang Bo is here! Come in and sit down! Jiahui, you quickly cut and make a cup of tea for Wang Bo, and I will stir-fry two more dishes, and you can eat after frying." Wu Caixia, who was wearing an apron, opened the door for the two with a smile, and then instructed her daughter to make tea for each other, with a very enthusiastic attitude.

As soon as Wu Caixia's words fell, a neutral voice came out of the kitchen: "Jiahui, don't enter the house first, call your mother to give you some money, and cut the store at the door to bring back four or five bottles of beer." Tonight, I want to have two drinks with Wang Bo. ”

"Then should I make tea or buy beer first?" Zhong Jiahui stomped her foot and said to Wu Caixia a little coquettishly.

"You'd better buy a beer first. I'll make tea for Wang Bo. Saying that, Wu Caixia began to take out money, touched a ten-yuan one, and handed it to her daughter.

Wang Bo had a chance to talk, and hurriedly said: "Wu Niang, you're welcome, you don't need to make tea, you're going to eat soon." Uncle Zhong wants to buy beer, right? Then I'll accompany Jiahui to buy beer and then come back. If there are four or five bottles, Jiahui is not easy to take alone. Let's go, Jiahui, let's Cheti Beer. Wang Bo pulled Zhong Jiahui.

"Hehe, you want it!, then you can mention beer!" Wu Caixia said happily.

Zhong Jiahui and Wang Bo went downstairs to buy beer, Wu Caixia turned back to the kitchen and said to her husband Zhong Zhengjiang, who was using a basin to mix pig's ears: "Wang Bo, this doll is so sensible, take the initiative to help Jiahui carry beer." ”

"You don't understand, people are not sensible, they are afraid of being embarrassed to stay alone in the house, and they have nothing to say to you and me. Walking with Jiahui, the two peers also have something to say. Zhong Zhengjiang said.

However, I still think that Wang Bo's doll is more sensible and polite. You don't see it, our minister's doll has eyes completely on the door of the head. The last time Nawa went to the factory to ask her mother for money, and her mother called her to call a few of us, but the ghost bean (the boy's scornful name) didn't hear it at all, just didn't shout, and his mother was so angry that he just wanted to beat people!" Wu Caixia said.

Zhong Zhengjiang nodded and echoed: "Yes! Now these babies, especially some ghost beans with a few stinky money in some houses, dead women (a scornful term for girls), are more and more ignorant and lawless." How can it be as honest and well-behaved as we used to be? However, Wang Bo's doll is quite okay, brave and strategic, and not surprised by changes. I heard Jiahui say that her academic performance is also very good, and she won the first place in the whole grade in the last joint entrance examination and this mid-term exam, which is completely the material for the entrance examination of Peking University and Tsinghua University. ”

“……”

Zhong Jiahui didn't know that her parents were talking about Wang Bo. After going down one floor with Wang Bo, Zhong Jiahui said to Wang Bo with some embarrassment: "Wang Bo, my dad usually likes to drink a little wine, and he also likes to persuade people to drink. Later, he advises you to drink, and if you don't want to drink, don't drink it. ”

"Hehe, I'd love to have a drink tonight. Wang Bo said with a smile.

"Ahh

"My old man also loves to drink, and he doesn't like to drink at all. Where there is a father, there must be a son, so I have learned a little bit about it. Why don't you have a drink later?" Wang Bo looked at Zhong Jiahui's clear silhouette and full of three-dimensionality, like the side faces of some European and American women.

"I ...... I won't drink......" Zhong Jiahui blushed and whispered.

"Oh, yes, I thought there was a father and a daughter!" Wang Bo said "oh".

Zhong Jiahui seemed a little disappointed when she heard Wang Bo's tone, bit her lip, and suddenly said, "Then, then I'll have a drink later." But I can only drink one glass, and if I drink too much, my face will be very red. ”

Wang Bo was overjoyed and immediately said, "Okay, then just have a drink." ”

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PS: My previous recommendations are basically friendly recommendations, and today I solemnly recommend to you a writer in the same city "Mid-Autumn Festival Moonlight" down-to-earth, popular, word-of-mouth, excellent writing, and a rare urban masterpiece "Grassroots Stone Cloth" in the past two or three months!

Five or six years ago, the Mid-Autumn Festival debut/female work came out, so that the old blind was shocked, and now after four or five years of polishing tens of millions of words, the writing is more sophisticated, the story, the characters, more rounded, I believe you will not be disappointed!

The following is a brief introduction of the work:

Zhuge Liang said in "The Former Teacher's Table": "The minister's cloth clothes are ploughed in Nanyang. ”

The world's strategists are humble with cloth, which is the spirit of cloth clothing that retreats and helps the world, which has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years.

And by 2000:

"Occupation"

“…… Strategists, staff, strategists?"

"What are you kidding, what age is this! Education, specialty!"

"I ...... It was taught by the master, and he has no academic qualifications, but he has special skills...... Look at the physiognomy and ...... people"

"What?"

"Face is to look at people face to face......

"! The fortune tellers are here!" )