Song Ziyang made up his mind not to go upstairs to find Lu Junyan, but when he was leaving, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the balcony of Lu Junyan's dormitory, and happened to meet Lu Junyan's gaze.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other and smiled.

Lu Junyan didn't ask why Song Ziyang was here, and Song Ziyang didn't specifically explain, waved at Lu Junyan upstairs, turned around and left.

Lu Junyan on the balcony stared at Song Ziyang's back in a daze for a while, she didn't know what she was looking at and thinking, until Song Ziyang's figure disappeared around the corner, and then she suddenly came back to her senses.

Although Song Ziyang left there, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know why, he just didn't want to go home today.

He felt that he had a lot of negative emotions in his heart today, and he didn't want to bring them to his home, preferring to wander around the campus alone.

Sitting on the edge of the playground, Song Ziyang, who was bored, looked at the students running on the playground, thought of the children in his class, and suddenly wanted to see what the students in his class were talking about.

I opened the QQ on my mobile phone and found that the group was chatting well, and these children seemed to have endless words to say all the time.

When Song Ziyang clicked on the group, they were picking up some inappropriate things that their parents had done back then.

"My dad has AB blood type, my mother is type A, last time I took blood, my mother suddenly found out that I was type O blood, I gave her Baidu many times AB and A blood type parents can give birth to type O children, my mother still can't accept that the child's blood type is different from the parents', so I seriously suspect that I hugged the wrong one, and recently often looked at me in a daze, with a look of giving my child back to me!" A student complained.

"Hahaha, your mother should take you to do a paternity test, maybe it's really wrong!"

"Get out!"

"My dad is funny, I remember when I was in the first year of junior high school, my dad said for the first time that he would come to pick me up, because my mother has been picking me up since elementary school. After school, I waited for an hour and didn't see anyone, and then I walked back by myself, and when I got home, my father beat me with a hanger, and said why I skipped class, and waited for me at the entrance of the elementary school for more than half an hour, and I cried and said, 'Dad, I'm in the first year of junior high school!'"

"You can't actually blame your dad for this!"

"Why?"

"Just at you, even if you tell me now that you are a primary school student, I still believe it!"

“……”

"I don't speak, I say I'm dumb, and when I speak, I say I'm noisy. If you don't do your homework, you will say that I don't like to study, and if you do your homework, you will say that I am a hypocrisy. In their eyes, my eyes will be fine when I do my homework 24 hours a day, and I will be blind when I play with my computer and mobile phone for 24 minutes!"

“+1”

"Seriously agree!"

"Fortunately, when it comes to college, they can't take care of it!"

"Why I'm going to chase back all the dramas I've watched for so many years!"

"I'm going to make up for the lack of sleep in three years of high school! I tell you, you can't understand what it's like to have an unbalanced mother! I used to have a good night's sleep, she woke me up early in the morning, I asked her why she woke me up so early, she said she had too much facial cleanser and asked me to help her use the excess! And even worse, once my mother didn't wake me up and made me late, I asked her why she didn't wake me up, she actually said that my bed was too messy, she didn't see me and thought I had gone to school!"

"This must be my own mother!"

At the beginning, our classmates called the head teacher Brother Monkey in private, but I don't know when my mother listened, once at a parent-teacher meeting, in front of the parents and classmates of the class, I shouted loudly and enthusiastically, 'Hello Monkey teacher!' The whole class laughed, I really wanted to quit school!"

"Haha, your mother is a rescuer invited by the monkey!"

"Why doesn't your mother go to heaven?"

"It's a miracle that you managed to survive to graduate from high school!"

"Don't mention it, not long after, the head teacher had an operation for retinal detachment due to overuse of his eyes, and then he didn't take our class ...... again."

“……”

As soon as these words came out, the group became cold, Song Ziyang saw that no one spoke, thought about it, and posted an experience from junior high school.

"When I was in junior high school, my father once bought a new pair of pants and tried to fit them well, I was watching TV next to me, my dad suddenly came over and cautiously told me, there seems to be a hole in the back of my buttocks, show me where it is, I leaned my head over, he let out a fart......"

After sending it, Song Ziyang silently closed the QQ of his mobile phone, completely ignoring the group that was already frying.

The childhood anecdotes told by these children in the class evoked a lot of memories of Song Ziyang, and many of the blurred fragments in his memories gradually became clear. He had never been so eager to return to his parents as he was at this moment, no matter how strong he had become a person after eight years of experience, there was always such a soft space in his heart.

When Song Ziyang came home, Song's mother was cooking, and when she saw her son coming back, she said happily: "Ziyang, you came back just in time, your father just wanted to call you!"

"Mom, you've worked hard!"

Mother Song's stir-fry action obviously paused, "You stupid child, what kind of hard work is it to tell your mother!"

At dinner, Song's father told Song Ziyang that the injury on his head was almost healed, and he planned to go back to work in the next two days.

"Dad! I heard my mother say a few days ago that you still have headaches from time to time, so you should rest at home for a while, and you don't have to be in such a hurry to go to work!" Song Ziyang persuaded.

"Don't listen to your mother's nonsense, headaches are normal, I asked the doctor during the re-examination, this is a normal sequelae, my age, basically can't get better, instead of staying at home, it's better to go to work early! Stay at home, only a basic salary, no allowances and bonuses, a few insurance deductions, only a few hundred yuan in hand," Seeing that Song Ziyang was about to interject, Song's father raised his hand to stop him, and said, "Don't talk yet, listen to me!" You're so old, you'll have to spend a lot of money when you get married in two years, and now you haven't settled down yet, so if you don't save some money quickly, how can you marry a daughter-in-law and children? Dad knows that you have made some money at the night market stall now, but you don't just have to earn money, you have to save it bit by bit! I have no ability with your mother all my life, and I haven't saved much money for you, and this is what your parents owe you. So, while I can still move, I'll have to work for a few more years!"

As Father Song spoke, Song Ziyang's eyes turned red, not only moved by the selfless love of his parents, but also guilty for his previous thoughts of being content with the status quo!

Parents are so old and still working hard for the younger generations to live a better life, their twenties people, actually holding a stable mentality in the life, this is not only not enterprising, can not let parents enjoy their old age, to put it bluntly, it is unfilial!

I will have children when I look back, and when the children are older and want to start a family, what can I give to my children?

This night, Song Ziyang didn't fall asleep all night.

The school's movements were faster than he expected, and Song Ziyang, who had just fallen asleep at dawn, was woken up by a mobile phone ringtone, and when he picked up the phone, he heard that it was Wei Pingsheng who called.

Wei Pingsheng did not ask Song Ziyang if he had any questions to greet, and directly told him that in the morning, the school standing committee held a meeting to discuss his problems, and the handling opinions also came out, thinking that he was no longer suitable to continue to engage in student work, and removed him from his position as a part-time counselor and part-time class teacher.

"In other words, I'm a simple security guard again?" Song Ziyang asked.

Song Ziyang's voice was very peaceful, at least Wei Pingsheng didn't hear much emotional fluctuations from it, and he thought about some of the comforting words that he had prepared, but he didn't say it after all, he just clicked before hanging up the phone, "Principal Fan helped you speak at the meeting, I won't say much about the specific situation, huh...... You're still old, and there are still many opportunities, so work hard!"

For Wei Pingsheng's concern, Song Ziyang once again expressed his gratitude.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ziyang thought about it, didn't tell his parents immediately, and went out directly after changing his clothes.

When I rushed to the Red Mansion, the school standing committee was not over yet, and Principal Fan was still in a meeting.

Song Ziyang is right to think about it, the Standing Committee obviously will not convene a special meeting for his own affairs, his matter is at best a very small and very small topic, in fact, a small security matter can become a separate topic at the Standing Committee, which has never been in the history of Pingjiang Institute of Technology, and will not be in the future, and can be recorded in history with the meeting minutes.

After waiting for more than an hour, Song Ziyang waited for Principal Fan to return to the office.

Fan Liang didn't seem surprised to see Song Ziyang, and motioned for Song Ziyang to come into his office to chat.

Song Ziyang swears that this is the most stylish office he has ever seen, with all the mahogany furniture and the smell of books on his face, and he can feel the taste of the office owner at a glance.

Fan Liang took advantage of Song Ziyang's time to look around the office, and made all the tea for Song Ziyang, and after brewing, he didn't go back to the back of his big chair, he sat down directly on the sofa, and said to Song Ziyang with a smile: "Why did you think of coming to me today?"

"Principal Fan, I've bothered you about my affairs, thank you!" Song Ziyang didn't like to go around in circles, so he said straight to the point.

"I'm talking for you, not because you saved me," Fan Liang then said under Song Ziyang's stunned gaze, "I can see that you are as straightforward as me, so I might as well spread out some things with you." ”

"Please speak!" Song Ziyang said with a deferential look.

"I've always been a public and private person, and the relationship between the two of us as individuals won't be a reason for me to speak for you at the meeting, can you understand that?"

Song Ziyang nodded, he liked the way Principal Fan spoke, and he was also curious about the reason why he really spoke for himself.

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