Seeing that the old shirt in his jacket had been completely trimmed, and there was a patch under the collar, which was incompatible with the glamour of the appearance, it was really unpleasant, so he said, "You can pick another shirt and throw away the old one." ”

Lao Liao said: "No, this is my baby, I'd rather lose my life, and I can't lose this shirt." ”

Murong Bingyu said with a smile: "Okay, let's regain that you like to exaggerate when you speak, let's replace it, you see how good it feels to dress up seriously." Seeing that Lao Liao showed a completely different temperament from before after only changing his clothes, Yu strengthened his mentality of dressing up for him, and when he went to see the director, he couldn't lose her face as an introducer.

The clerk also smiled beside him: "Sir, I think if you like to undress, you might as well put on a new shirt." ”

Murong Bingyu ordered: "It's so decided, I'll choose it for you, ma'am, can you help me bring that bright yellow shirt over?" ”

Liao Xuebing blocked her hand: "I'm serious, I must not change, don't touch me, do you know?"

"Seriously, you're big! I said change it, don't embarrass me when you move to the set. Murong Bingyu, who had long been accustomed to Lao Liao's way of speaking, couldn't help but tear off his jacket.

While the two were pulling, there was a sudden hiss, and the old shirt was torn open.

Liao Xuebing was stunned.

Murong Bingyu stuffed the shirt handed over by the clerk into his hand and said, "It's better if it's rotten, it's just right to throw it away, let's replace this new one." ”

"You....... You broke my shirt?" Old Liao's face was like a sky full of dark clouds, and his eyes were horribly bloodshot. His whole body trembled slightly, his fingers clenched into fists, and his joints crackled.

Murong Bingyu was a little scared, but he still stiffened his grip and said, "It's just an old one, isn't it good for me to give you a new one?" turned out the label of the crocodile brand bright yellow shirt and said, "Look, one thousand one hundred and sixty yuan, you should be satisfied now, right?"

Liao Xuebing glared at her angrily, without blinking for a moment, his face was sad and angry, and there was a trace of loneliness and sadness. The green tendons on his forehead couldn't stop beating, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and he let out a long sigh. Murong Bingyu thought that this person was just a little nostalgic, but now he finally figured it out, and said with a smile: "Quickly change it on." Afraid that he would be angry, there was a hint of flattery in his tone.

Liao Xuebing put the new shirt back in Murong Bingyu's hand and said word by word: "You should never look for me in the future, otherwise I can't tell what happened." He strode towards the door.

The clerk didn't recognize Murong Bingyu, and said in his heart: "This person is really weird, he wants to break up with his girlfriend for an old shirt." ”

Murong Bingyu saw that he attached so much importance to this shirt, and did not hesitate to cut off the delicate friendship between the two, a little annoyed, but unwilling, chased after him and asked loudly: "Is a torn shirt a big deal?

Liao Xuebing looked back, his expression was both disdainful and indifferent, and he just went his own way.

Murong Bingyu was enraged by his attitude, and rushed to the front to stop him and said, "I know you're angry, there should always be a reason, what's the point of being so small a man!"

"In my heart, ten thousand of you are not worth as much as this garment. ”

Murong Bingyusuo crossed his waist and put on a posture that refused to give up, "Okay, then what is the value of it?"

Liao Xuebing glanced at her coldly: "Since you want to ask for clarification, I'll tell you, this is nothing to do, this is the clothes my mother bought for me, and the things given by her old man may be garbage to others, but they are priceless in my heart." ”

Murong Bingyu's tone softened a little: "Okay, even if I'm wrong, but you shouldn't make a fuss, if the clothes are broken, you can let your mother buy another one, she must not bear to let you wear the old one all the time, right?"

"My mom has been dead for many years, and when I was in junior high school, she bought this shirt for me during the Chinese New Year. At the time, I was very happy, but parents from poor families always like to buy large clothes for their children, hoping that after a year or two, the children will be able to wear them when they grow taller, unlike today's children who can have new clothes to wear every year, so I can still wear them when I grow up to junior high school. Lao Liao fell into the memories and woke up again: "What's the use of telling you this, don't bother me, I will never have anything to do with you, if you weren't a woman, you would have died a long time ago." ”

Murong Bingyu was extremely shocked, looking at his current appearance of twenty-seven or eight, so the shirt was at least twelve years old, and the old clothes that he had worn for twelve years were nothing in ancient times, even thirty years ago, but when it came to the present, it was very admirable, and a person could miss the old clothes so much......

From the words, you can read the sincere affection for his mother, and put this feeling on a shirt given to him by his mother, and now it is understandable why he is so sad. Murong Bingyu regretted it very much, and was about to say sorry, but saw that Liao Xuebing had already boarded a taxi and left.

It turns out that this kind of insider still exists, what should I do...... It's no wonder that the look in the store wants to kill someone, if only it weren't so self-assertive. Murong Bingyu returned to the store dejectedly, feeling very depressed, he didn't know if the dress that was extremely commemorative to him could be repaired?

...............

Liao Xuebing asked the driver to drive to a commercial bank to withdraw money, 80,000 yuan also had a small stack, and 60,000 yuan was deposited into the account of the Biker Party, and by the way, he used a text message to notify the southern brother who managed the gang economy, and the other 20,000 yuan was carried on his body and directly embezzled.

20,000 yuan is not much, but it is not much, what can he do? He didn't have the face to go to the car dealership to get a bicycle again, anyway, it wasn't his, so he went back to school and fooled around all afternoon. Most people think that he will have nothing but to take the subway to class, and the worst thing is that he will run to school with his legs every day in the future.

Some mobilization has been carried out for the art competition, but unfortunately there are few results, two or three people have signed up, it is better than nothing, is it obvious that Murong Bingyu's appeal has declined?

Lao Liao had no choice but to do an investigation, of course, the subjects of the investigation could only be Li Yuzhong, Guan Muyun, Zhou An and others who were close to him.

"Teacher, don't you know, the classmate's favorite is fashion, it's just a small interest of Murong Bingyu, it has not formed a mainstream in newspapers, magazines, television, and the Internet, and everyone naturally won't chase such a troublesome hobby as art, art is a kind of culture, a kind of art, and its interest can only be effective if it is cultivated for a long time, you think of us too simply. "Guan Muyun's speech is very construction.

Liao Xuebing fell into deep contemplation: "What do you think should be done?"

"Start with our class, set a theme, call on everyone to hand in a painting first, whether they have a foundation or not, and then choose the one with potential for a second work, and take this influence from our class as a spoke, spread out, other classes look at it, oh, they are enthusiastic about this high, it seems to be very good, why don't we also participate, so I want to roll the old mother ball bigger and bigger, and become a whole school activity. ”

"It doesn't seem like much, it's a bad idea, let me think about it again. ”

"It seems that my expression is not very clear, Li Yuzhong, you can add. ”

Li Yuzhong also has his own insights: "Guan Muyun is right, I found that everyone likes to compare, uh, still can't say, hehe......"

Liao Xuebing immediately understood: "Comparison is to compare with the people around him, familiar people, if that person is too far away from him, or he doesn't know him, then he can't raise the interest in comparison, at least most people are." When I was in elementary school, there were schoolbags, pencil cases, parents, junior high school, and girls. ”

Hesitantly: "Teacher, you haven't been to my house for a long time, Xiaoxue said she misses you, when will you have time to sit with me?"

"Let's wait until the exam is over, it's been a busy few days. ”

Li Yuzhong also sent out an invitation: "Teacher Liao, since the last home visit, my old man has been obsessed with you, and I want to learn about the skills and artistic conception of calligraphy, can you take some time to .....?"

"After the exam, don't you see that I'm about to collapse?"

Murong Bingyu waited for Liao Xuebing at the school gate, he still had some scruples, he was afraid of being gossiped, and grabbed the handle for Qiu Daqi, Murong Lanluo was not afraid, he saw someone from afar, he went up and hugged his arm, walked together, took the subway together, and held him tightly, very affectionate.

Lao Liao has lived for half his life, where can he get such a green eye as a woman? Although he was forced to be calm, my heart blossomed, and I felt that the eyes of him on the road had become different, and I heard some people say: A good match, he immediately straightened his waist and was full of energy; when he heard someone say in surprise: This relationship between father and daughter is really good! He hung his head in frustration.

Although Xiao satisfies his vanity, he still has to face the problem: how to deal with the relationship between the two? This is absolutely important, in case of a wrong step, no longer have to mix in Tulip High School, then let it be, how to develop it, anyway, my old Liao has been facing life for 28 years.

After eating, Liao Xuebing found a needle and thread to slowly sew the tears on his shirt, Murong Lanluo asked him very strangely, and explained the origin of this dress seriously, which caused the laborers to be greatly moved, and they clamored to learn needlework. Lao Liao pondered for an hour, carefully analyzing the trend of the line, the spacing of the stitches, the collocation of Yan Sè, and the knotting of the thread, and then began to do it.

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