Evening.

Relatives left early.

At night, there was only Zhang Ye's family of three left, and the food was relatively simple, fried noodles, which was also specially requested by Zhang Ye, you can't eat such authentic old Beijing fried noodles in the south, especially when my mother got this marinade, it's amazing, Zhang Ye has never tired of eating it since he was a child.

"How's it going?" asked my mother with a smile.

Zhang Ye sucked the noodles, "It's still the same taste, it's delicious." ”

My mother said happily: "That's it, I can't make a mistake in my craft, when you go back to Shanghai tomorrow, my mother will give you more fried sauce, and you can bring it over." ”

Zhang Ye ate and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's sixty-forty, what's wrong?" Dad looked at his watch.

Zhang Ye hurriedly finished the last two bites, "I have to go out, there's something." ”

"Come back soon. My mother reminded: "You have to go to Peking University tomorrow to report, don't delay the business." ”

"Well, I know, I'll be back before ten o'clock. Zhang Ye was full, so he went downstairs and drove.

The X5 bulletproof car was thrown in the community of his parents' house, because he threw it for too long, the car was full of soil, and Zhang Ye didn't have time to wash the car, so it didn't matter, he drove it to Cao Mengmeng's school.

……

It's early at seven.

Outside the gate of the 15th Middle School in Beijing.

It was a little overcast, and then it seemed to be dark all of a sudden, and there was not even a buffer.

The fifteenth middle school is just west of Taoranting, Zixin Road, quite close to the entrance of the vegetable market, in fact, there is no need to drive from Zhang Ye's parents' house, it will definitely arrive in a quarter of an hour. As soon as the car arrived, Zhang Ye saw the cars at the school gate crowded into a mess, and regretted that he had driven here, knowing that the parents of the students brought their children to attend the New Year's Day party, and depending on the age of those children, there were not only junior high school students, but even high school students.

Parking in front of the queue.

Zhang Ye estimated that at this speed, he would not be able to enter the school for a while and a half, he had lived here for too long, he was familiar with the steering wheel, killed two hundred meters to the west, and parked the car at the door of a hot pot restaurant.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ye walked into the 15th Middle School.

The party started at about half past seven, and now the people who arrived were almost all tails.

Bell bell bell.

The phone rang.

"Brother, why haven't you come yet!" Cao Mengmeng's angry voice popped out of the phone.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I've arrived, I just entered the door, the main gate that opened to the west, I'm waiting for you under your school motto?"

"It's here, okay, you're waiting for me!" hung up.

After a while, a delicate figure came running over, "Brother!" and looked at him speechlessly, "Why are you still wearing sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye said: "Get used to it, wear it." ”

Cao Mengmeng said depressedly: "I still want to show off! Who knows you when you wear sunglasses!"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said: "You have it, your brother is not as good as you think, my face is useless, hurry up, I promise you to come." ”

Cao Mengmeng pulled him to walk in the direction of the auditorium, "No matter what, let's go, hurry up, there is almost no place inside, there are too many people today, junior high school and high school have a New Year's Day party, although it is free to participate, more than half of the people have not come, but the people who come are still with a parent, the auditorium is not enough!"

As soon as I entered the auditorium, it was really crowded.

The sultry that came to my face really didn't smell good.

"Oh, don't squeeze!"

"Daughter, I'm here!"

"Teacher Sun, it's been a long time!"

"The parents of the junior high school class are here!"

"The fifth class of the second year of high school has gathered!

"Class 3 students, listen to me, try not to make a noise during the evening party for a while, keep quiet, because there will be video. ”

Parents are scrambling to take their seats.

The class teachers are also busy.

Inside, it wasn't that no one noticed Zhang Ye, and occasionally even a few people stared at him a few times before they turned their eyes away, as if they felt that Zhang Ye was familiar, but they didn't care. Zhang Ye is now a celebrity, especially with the fame of the capital, it is not enough that he is not a popular star like Zhang Yuanqi after all, and the exposure rate is limited, so many people have not yet reached the point where Zhang Ye can still recognize him wearing sunglasses. Another key point is the environment, if it is at the door of the TV station, if it is with a certain celebrity, everyone sees Zhang Ye wearing sunglasses, maybe they can guess that it is him, because a signal has been implanted in their minds in advance, but this is a New Year's Day party of an ordinary middle school, even if some people think that Zhang Ye is familiar, they don't think about other aspects.

"Meng Meng!" over there, a young woman was calling her.

Cao Mengmeng hurriedly beckoned, "Hehe, Teacher Leng, I'm here!"

The young woman who usually wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses was obviously Cao Mengmeng's head teacher, and she complained: "Every time you are slow, what about your parents?"

Cao Mengmeng pointed at Zhang Ye in a dubbed voice, "Dangdang, Dang!"

Teacher Leng smiled and nodded, "Are you?"

Zhang Ye smiled: "Hello Teacher Leng, I'm Mengmeng's brother, this girl has bothered you." ”

Teacher Leng shook hands with him briefly, " It's okay, Mengmeng's child is still very good, it's a pistachio in our class, it's just that the learning is not very motivated, let's talk about it separately when I go back, I've told his parents several times before, but it doesn't work much, you're his brother, you should be closer to the child, what you say may be more effective than his parents, she, the language is very poor, I'm the Chinese teacher and class teacher, and I'm about to take the final exam, I'm a teacher who is anxious for her, the basic knowledge is not good, the composition is not good, by the way, and the math scores, that's too...... "This homeroom teacher seems to be a very responsible teacher, and on the day of the New Year's Day party, he doesn't forget to care about the children's learning."

Cao Mengmeng looked helpless, and glanced at Zhang Ye: Look, what am I talking about, is our teacher like a chicken blood when he sees my parents?

Zhang Yelian claimed that it was, "Yes, yes, I'll criticize him when I look back." ”

Teacher Leng said, "You have to talk about her." Only then did he notice the time and hurriedly said, "Hey, let's not talk about it yet, let's take a seat." ”

Cao Mengmeng snorted, "Why is there no place?"

As soon as Teacher Leng turned around, he also found that the seats left for their class were gone, and there were several parents of children in their class standing in the aisle, "Parents, I'm really sorry, the school may not have been arranged today, the logistics side has prepared chairs, let's make do with it, sit in the aisle? ”

Teacher Leng didn't make a soft seat herself, and when she saw a parent who seemed to be older, she gave up her place, and then she went to coordinate the chair, found someone to move over a lot, and sat in the aisle with those parents. The other classes are in a similar situation, some classes are not full, so they even out a little bit of the next class, and some are full, so they can only set up chairs in the aisle, but their homeroom teacher did not do it in the aisle himself.

So Mr. Leng, the head teacher, is still good.

Zhang Ye didn't say a word, and sat on a small stool indifferently.

Cao Mengmeng was reluctant, "Brother, otherwise you can sit with me, you are a Ming ......"

"Alright, it's a big deal. Zhang Ye interrupted her, "Hurry up and consolidate your recitation program, isn't it your time for the second half." ”

"That'...... All right. Cao Mengmeng returned to her seat, surrounded by classmates from her class.

Next to her, a little girl smiled and said, "Mengmeng, who is that?"

"My brother. Cao Mengmeng proudly tilted her neck, "Handsome, right?"

The other boy blinked, "Hey, why is your brother wearing sunglasses? ”

Cao Mengmeng chuckled, "My brother is a big star, of course he has to wear sunglasses." ”

"Big star, can't you?" said a somewhat old-fashioned teenager.

A girl who didn't seem to have a good relationship with Cao Mengmeng snorted: "What a star, Mengmeng, you're blowing it up, I think your brother is wearing sunglasses and pretending to be forced." ”

Cao Mengmeng cut her voice, "Lily, why don't I look down on you so much, if I tell you who my brother is, I will scare you to death!"

Lily pouted, "You blow it." ”

Cao Mengmeng pursed the corners of her lips, "I don't even bother to pay attention to you." ”

A little boy hurriedly said to the mud, "Mengmeng, Lily, don't quarrel between the two of you, every time we meet, you have to fight between you and me, you are not tired, we are tired." ”

Star?

The rest of the students didn't take it seriously.

Teacher Leng heard the conversation over there, and glanced sideways at Zhang Ye who was diagonally behind, but it was really familiar, but it seemed to be the kind of public face, and then he didn't care.

"Little brother, are you?" said a parent sitting next to him.

Zhang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, "Oh, I'm Mengmeng's brother." ”

The patriarch smiled and nodded, "Hello, I'm Peng Peng's father." ”

"I'm Xiaomeng's mother, hello. Another middle-aged woman interjected.

Zhang Ye chatted casually with a few parents, and he really didn't adapt to this kind of "parent-teacher meeting" atmosphere, after all, everyone was in their thirties and forties, and he was only in his twenties.

"What kind of job is the little brother?" the middle-aged man said with interest.

"Me?" Zhang Ye really couldn't answer for a while, you said that he was engaged in literature, it didn't count, he said that he was a host, and now he has been suspended from work, and he said that he is teaching, right?

The woman said, "What is the eldest brother doing?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "The editor of the newspaper is to sort out the publication of literature, Mr. Leng's article, we have also been in newspapers and magazines, it was my layout at that time, and I only knew a few months ago that the pen name Leng Yue is our Leng teacher, what a coincidence." ”

Another man next to him said, "Ah, Mr. Leng has also been in the newspaper?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Leng is talented, and our editor-in-chief was full of praise for the prose last time, and it was very well written." ”

Teacher Leng smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Yang, don't blow it for me, I just caught up with it by luck, what kind of talent is this ink in my stomach." ”

Brother Yang smiled: "You are modest, you are not talented, so who has?"

Teacher Leng smiled slightly, "Of course it's Mr. Zhang Ye, I'm his fan, whether he writes poems or does shows, he never needs a manuscript, he doesn't need to conceive, he can write anything he takes, and when he opens his mouth, it's a work that shocks the literary world, and Mr. Zhang is talented!"

Brother Yang, "That's right, I heard that Zhang Ye's anthology has sold more than 200,000 copies now, it's not a novel, it's an anthology and poetry collection, this sales volume is simply against the sky!"

Teacher Leng said: "I have contributed three copies to this sales, Mr. Zhang Ye's poems are really good, and the articles and speeches are also world-class, no pick!"

The woman said: "I haven't seen Zhang Ye's works, but my sister likes him very much, and she has to watch his "Zhang Ye Talk Show" two or three times per issue." ”

Brother Yang sighed: "Now in the literary world, the newcomer with the most momentum is Zhang Ye, but I think it is really comparable, those senior masters in the literary and poetry world should still be a head higher than Zhang Ye, and in terms of literature, Zhang Ye's works should be inferior to the masters." ”

Teacher Leng shook his head, "I don't think so, I think Zhang Yeguang's works can already be compared with those masters, no matter how superior or inferior." ”

Brother Yang looked at her and said: "Teacher Leng, I have a different opinion on this, if you only talk about satirical poetry, Zhang Ye can be said to dominate the rivers and lakes in China, and he can indeed be compared with those literary masters, "Dead Water", "Answer", or the shouting "Prison Song" and "My Confession", "Haiyan" is also counted, Zhang Ye is the pinnacle in this field, I also admit it, but in the area of love poetry, Zhang Ye's works are basically blank, and the "See or See" is not a love poem, if it is really counted, it is a song Birds and Fish", so in terms of diversity and comprehensiveness in literature, Zhang Ye still has a certain gap compared with the masters. ”

The woman said, "I've heard 'Birds and Fishes', it's very good." ”

Teacher Leng smiled: "A song "Birds and Fish" is enough. ”

Brother Yang said: "But if it's really more serious, "Birds and Fish" is also "The Farthest Distance in the World", at most it is a yearning for love, and it is not a pure love poem, at least I understand it this way, so in terms of love, the most important thing in the poetry system, Zhang Ye still lacks proof of his works, if he really publishes a modern poem that can appreciate love, I will admit that he is a master." ”

Teacher Leng stopped arguing with him, "There will be." ”

Chatting and chatting, their topic actually shifted to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye, who was sitting in the middle of them, couldn't help blushing a little, listening to people praising himself like this, the cute head teacher also claimed to be his fan, and Zhang Ye also smiled.

Look!

Popularity!

This is popularity, comrades!