Feng Yiming stood on the balcony, holding a cup of hot tea, looking at the snowflakes that were still flying like catkins outside, the sky and the earth were white everywhere, this year's snow was particularly heavy, in Feng Yiming's impression, only in 2008, the snow disaster that affected most of China was bigger than this scene, many trees on campus have been bent over by heavy snow, if you don't clean up, maybe the branches that were crushed will hit the wires, and the power outage will be turned off, it's not a joke, the level of the city is not low, but there is no temporary generator of its own. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Yiming heard the excited cry of the fat man downstairs, and thought to himself that he really didn't know whether to live or die, a few days ago, because of the countdown of the whole grade in the final exam, he was beaten by his father and lay on the bed humming and chirping, and he went downstairs to play in the snow today, he was really heartless.

"It's thirty nights tomorrow, Yiming, look at the weather forecast, the snow will still fall in the next few days, it's not good to go out, you go to Mr. Zhou's house with me this afternoon to pay a visit to the early years." ”

Feng Yiming answered, and casually took the clothes pole at home and went downstairs. During the holidays, he had already gone to Teacher Zhou's house several times, wanting to meet Zhou Zhiqiang, who was later engaged in the online game industry, but unfortunately he didn't see anyone several times, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, but I'm not afraid that he is not at home.

At this time, the people who are still on the road are either children who come out to play, or young teachers who have just joined the company, Feng Yiming put a down jacket and hat on his head, and took a few hair to hold a clothing pole, and the bamboo stem reduced the burden on the pine and cypress trees on the campus, although Qingping is in the mountains, but the urban area is located in a small basin, and there are not many opportunities for snow in winter. It is rare to encounter a heavy snowfall, and everyone is holding bamboo poles to sweep the snow everywhere, and they are very happy.

Zhou Fatzi has the most ghost eyes, beckoning everyone to wait for a teacher to pass by, and then suddenly raise a bamboo pole and sweep on the tree, large pieces of snow fall from a high place, and the teachers often end up with a white face. Several young teachers raised their eyebrows, shouting to come up and ask for justice.

But the honest children who are usually under the majesty of the teacher have long been crazy, and before they can get closer, the snowball flies over like raindrops, Feng Yiming watched it with his own eyes, graduated from the school the year before last, and the witty and interesting math teacher in class was smashed so that his glasses flew, and he scolded angrily, and he pinched a snowball sideways and smashed it at Zhou Fatzi.

On the one hand, he was still lamenting the vitality of the young teachers who had not yet been assimilated by the rigorous and rigid style of study of the No. 1 Middle School, Feng Yiming was horrified to find that the friends around him had fled away, leaving him alone in the clutches of the devil. Looking at the teachers who came up with a cruel smile, Feng Yiming turned around calmly and kicked his feet at the big tree next to him, and a large piece of snow suddenly fell on the heads of the teachers who surrounded him, Feng Yiming, who had a hat on his head, walked away happily, and the teachers who were busy sorting out their clothes and hats also heard his serious message, "The past does not forget the teacher of the future!"

Feng Yiming walked in front with the gift and knocked lightly on the door, "Teacher Zhou, are you not at home?" This final exam history and politics scores are not low, and Feng Yiming has been praised several times when he comes to the door.

The door opened, Zhou Zhiqiang looked at the mother and son at the door, and said with a smile, "Hello Mr. Li." He patted Feng Yiming's shoulder, "I've grown a lot taller, listen to my dad, you are as famous this semester, you're a blockbuster." ”

Feng Yiming blinked, but didn't speak.

Waiting for Mr. Zhou's wife, Mr. Liu, who teaches politics, to serve tea, Zhou Zhiqiang pulled Feng Yiming into his bedroom.

Feng Yiming lazily lay down on the bed, "I said Brother Zhou, what's going on in college?

When Zhou Zhiqiang heard this, he said with a sad face: "I heard that you have been here several times during the holidays? Hey, don't mention it, annoying. ”

"Where's my sister-in-law?"

"Half a Kyoto person, my hometown is Yangcheng, either go to Yangcheng or stay in Kyoto. ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"Now our school is a two-way choice, if the allocation is estimated to be the capital of Bac Giang Province, Jianghe, I want to divide it in Kyoto, Yangcheng ......" Speaking of this, Zhou Zhiqiang shook his head and was a little frustrated.

Feng Yiming didn't know if Zhou Zhiqiang stayed in Kyoto because of his girlfriend in his previous life, let alone if his wife was this woman, so he touched his chin and said tentatively, "If you have a good job in Jianghe, is your sister-in-law willing to come?"

Zhou Zhiqiang was in good spirits, he knew that Feng's father worked in the government, and if he had a relationship to find a suitable job in Jianghe, his girlfriend couldn't say anything.

"What, your dad's ......"

Feng Yiming shook his head: "It's hard to say now, anyway, Brother Zhou, you still have more than a year to graduate, before the time comes, call me." ”

Zhou Zhiqiang nodded, knowing that it was not good to ask more carefully. Feng Yiming in the previous impression was playful, active, and did things without regard for the end, but Feng Yiming, who was chatting with him today, said and asked questions that were all on the point, Zhou Zhiqiang thought to himself when he was in the third year of junior high school, and he was still ashamed of a love letter that was written and put in his schoolbag and not sent for half a year.

Listening to the chatter of the elders in the living room, Feng Yiming and Zhou Zhiqiang held teacups, set up the chessboard, and played chess.

Speaking of Feng Yiming's chess is still taught by Zhou Zhiqiang's father, and Zhou Zhiqiang is only half a catty and eight taels, the two of them have the same chess path, the style is similar, a rush, both of them rely on the pawns who cross the river to rampage, and in the end, Feng Yiming is still a chess master, and he set up a set to win the game.

Walking out of the building, Feng Yiming held up his umbrella and listened to Feng's mother's incessant chatter, "What do you think Zhiqiang, stay in Kyoto, if he is assigned, it will definitely be useless, if he goes to find it himself, can he find a good job? I don't know how he chose a computer major at that time, even if he was assigned to Jianghe, there was no good unit willing to ask for it." ”

Feng Yiming knew that Jianghe City, the capital of Bac Giang Province, has always been dominated by agriculture, animal husbandry and mining, and later established several high-tech industrial parks in the suburbs, but there was little success, and it was in 2008 that Jianghe City finally opened a high-speed railway, and a large number of enterprises entered Jianghe.

"Just now, Lao Liu also asked your father if he had any way in Jianghe, hey, except for a few classmates who stayed in Jianghe at that time, what way can he have. ”

"Mom, just go back and mention it to Dad, this is all uncertain, Brother Zhou has been graduating for more than a year, maybe there will be a good opportunity for Jianghe at that time?" Feng Yiming knows very well that Zhou Zhiqiang is not a brave man with extraordinary courage and willingness to open up new careers, if he stays in Kyoto and then successfully enters perfection, even if he asks Teacher Zhou to come forward, it will be difficult to dig him up.

"By the way, Mom, I did so well in the exam this time, is there a reward?"

"Yes, of course there is, say, what do you want?"

"Can this year's red envelopes go up?"

Mother Feng had a comforting expression and patted her son's hand, "Okay, I'll give you a boost, if you also have this result in the high school entrance examination, you don't have to hand in the red envelopes for the New Year next year!"

Feng Yiming looked like he had made a fortune, "Okay, okay! Okay, Mom, you are not allowed to Laipi!"

Holding an umbrella in one hand, holding his mother slowly through the snow with the other, and constantly reminding the road to slippery, Feng Yiming listened to his mother next to him full of energy and greeted pedestrians on the road, and couldn't help but think of 2008, which was also such a snowy day, and he met his mother at the school gate when he was easy to rush home, and helped his mother, who was already old at the time, and listened to his mother's muttering under the umbrella, and couldn't help but burst into tears