Updated: 2012-12-31

"Such a thing, is that what you call a baby?"

Zhou Yu took the rusty bell in his hand, frowned, and pondered it for a long time, up and down, but he didn't find out which aspect it could be called a treasure. Is it worth the money? It's probably worth a little bit, selling scrap iron! It's still okay to have a scrap shop.

"Cut, in your eyes it's garbage, in my eyes, it's a treasure. What's wrong? Can't you? The anger in Downing's words was not small. Zhou Yu smiled and threw the things back to him. I know that he was a little troublesome just now.

"What? Really angry? ”

"Get out, I'm going to do it, I'm a villain, don't talk to me." Downing took the bell in his hand. Roll up your sleeves and wipe them carefully. The eyes are persistent and serious. It's as if what is being wiped is not scrap copper and rotten iron, but a delicate and fragile piece of precious porcelain.

Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao looked at each other and smiled. One turned around, arms folded, leaning back in a chair with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep. A dedicated drive. There was silence in the car. Gallop on the highway.

As the saying goes, discern the heart with clear eyes and discern treasures.

It's a treasure to use. I don't need it, it's garbage.

The truth is shallow, it seems like being cold, you have to wear more clothes, and when it is hot, you have to strip naked.

Although the truth is simple, Zhou Yu doesn't know, Jiang Tao doesn't know. A lot of people don't know. Or maybe they knew it, but didn't notice it, and ignored it.

But Downing didn't just know. And he is well versed in samadhi. So he pretended to be angry, pretended to be helpless, and pretended to be generous and threw things out. But don't worry that they'll actually return it to the Tao family, or whatever.

If you want to regain the glory and glory of the past, you can only meet the right owner. And Downing thinks that he is the most appropriate master of it, otherwise, how could he touch it with a casual meal?

The chance of a treasure is also the chance of a person. It is untouchable if it is not fate, and it cannot be touched without fate.

……

In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and the sky was gray with a light blue. The sun has not yet risen. The entire capital was shrouded in a faint layer of white mist. The flower beds by the roadside, the thin and green blades of grass on the lawn are crumbling with crystal dewdrops. A qiē is so cool and refreshing. It's a rare and refreshing morning.

Didi, with the sound of the car. More vehicles on the road. The number of people exercising in the morning is also increasing. Especially in the early June, when the sun is not rising, the temperature is faintly cool, and there is no hot summer air, which is the favorite season of many elderly people.

Bask in the early summer morning light. There are many people who run in the morning, walk the dog, practice swords and boxing in the park, play badminton, use simple equipment to press their legs, and move their waists.

When the red light stopped, the green light turned on, and an old man in gray with gray hair but a ruddy face crossed the crosswalk, walked across the road with his hands behind his back, and stopped downstairs at the Taojia Fish Head Restaurant. Look up. Every day he passed by, he had to look in that direction, because there was something he cared about. It's just that I haven't thought of a suitable way to get it for a while. So it was put off again and again.

“1、2、3…… 18......" The old man muttered slowly, as he counted the nineteenth bell that hung under the eaves of the swallow-like wings that he had raised, which was used as wind chimes. He gasped, his eyes suddenly froze, his pupils constricted, and his expression instantly became quite ugly. The mouth roared unwillingly: "Gone? It's gone! Damn it! What about the wind chimes? ”

The irrepressible anger made the old man roar louder and louder, and even brought his body movements. Passers-by who passed by the guide quickly avoided the old man, who suddenly became angry and seemed to be insane. He didn't notice that the earthy yellow slate he was stepping on suddenly cracked with more than a dozen spiderweb-like cracks.

……

Last night, I tossed for the night, and I didn't return to the courtyard until dawn. Especially Downing.

After he came back this morning, he didn't go to bed tired until he used his spiritual power to restore the bronze wind chimes to its original appearance, so the three of them slept until about three o'clock in the afternoon, and then got up from the bed. Fortunately, they are all martial arts practitioners, their physique surpasses ordinary people, and as long as they have a few hours of ample rest without being disturbed by others, they can recover intact as before.

When washing his face, Zhou Yu asked Tang Ning: "Wait a while, if it's okay." Let's go to the school and go through the registration procedures, right? The student file has been handed over one step ahead, let's go and report for it, and fill in some necessary things by the way. We'll talk about it then, anyway. Whatever people ask us to fill in, we can just write something. ”

"yes, okay, yes." Downing unscrewed the faucet and rinsed his face with cold water. As soon as the coolness was soaked, the skin tightened, the pores tightened, and I suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic.

"Are you going to go with the class now, or wait until the next semester starts?"

"What about the two of you? Aren't the three of us in the same school? ”

Jiang Tao threw the towel in his hand into the porcelain basin full of clean water. Holding the edge of the basin with both hands, he turned his head to look at Tang Ning, and said, "In one school, but you may not be able to be assigned to the same class." Because all three of us came in halfway. Basically, every class in the 29th Middle School is strictly overcrowded. Especially in the two year groups of the first and second years of high school, it would be good if one class could be stuffed into one. If we don't get it right, all three of us will have to be separated. ”

"Jiang Boy is right. Although there are a lot of teachers in the school, there are many of them, and what these teachers hate the most are transfer students like the three of us who take advantage of the privileged channel, insert the pole, and don't go in halfway. So my opinion is that it is better to wait for the school to start next semester than to go with the class now and find it uncomfortable. At the time of promotion, each class will have a preliminary examination. That's when our opportunity to change the perception of others comes. ”

"Cut, if you don't like it, you don't like it, what can you change in a test?"

"What he means is that let's prove our strength through our own results. As long as there are good enough grades, a colorful vision will disappear. Isn't the most important thing for schools or teachers to be grades? That's a good idea. I'm for it! ”

After Tang Ning finished speaking, he found that Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao were both staring at him with a suspicious gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The surname is Zhou, you say. I'm afraid that my words will hit Tang Boy and want to commit suicide. ”

Jiang Tao pursed his lips, pulled the towel out of the water, and dipped his head into it. The entire face, including the ears, is buried underwater. Routine breath-holding training, exercising internal breathing, is a compulsory subject every morning. The ultimate time limit is thirteen minutes. However, Jiang Tao didn't meet the standard every time.

The highest time is 9 minutes and 11 seconds. It sounds incredible, and it's much stronger than ordinary people, but it's nothing to a martial artist. If you can change from external breathing to internal breathing, the vitality will automatically circulate and be endless, not to mention holding your breath for more than ten minutes, even if you are buried underground for three days and three nights, there will be no.

India's "Master of the Nine Deaths" Bansheng Dana was buried in the soil for more than half a month, without eating or drinking, but when people saw the light of day again, except for the paler skin, they were still the same.

Looking at Tang Ning, who still had water droplets on his face, kept grimacing at Jiang Tao's back and gesturing his middle finger. The corners of Zhou Yu's lips curled slightly, and a warm arc gradually rippled. He loves the vibe. In the past, there was only one Jiang Tao, but now there is one more Tang Ning, and he believes that this kind of partnership that is not a brother is better than a brother will last forever. Until the day of the end of life. Although there is still a lot of work to go during this period, as long as the three of them work together, there is no hurdle in this world that cannot be overcome!

The important thing is that they are still young. Being young is hope, and it represents unparalleled momentum and enthusiasm! And a will that will never be broken! Belief!

"What Jiang Tao means is that the place where you used to live was too small, and the level of education and teaching was limited. Even if your cultivation is higher than ours, you can fight better than us, and you are better than us. But when it comes to cultural learning...... Hehe, forget it, I won't say it anymore, some things are too much, it will really be very shocking! With that, he also immersed his head in the water in the basin.

Tang Ning looked at the two guys around him with disdain, bent over, their heads soaked in water, and dared to underestimate people. "Dare to learn from Gobi? Hmph, just wait for the time to scare your eyeballs! ”

There was a lot of splashing. Downing also dipped his head in the water.

……

Lin Yunhua, female, unmarried, was born in a family of teachers. He is 28 years old, a top student of human arts, and has a master's degree. He is a backbone teacher with six years of teaching experience and a senior title in secondary education.

The beautiful teacher with a long black and shiny shawl, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, a graceful temperament, and a beautiful posture sat at her desk, corrected the last paper, put down the red pen in her hand, and leaned back in her chair a little tired. Just as he was about to pick up the water glass, he inadvertently swept over the student file next to him that had been thrown there for three days.

The good-looking brow instantly furrowed. I took it and flipped through the pages. Without waiting to look at me, he threw it aside again.

The student named Tang Ning in the file was caught by her.

It's ridiculous to say. But she must not have laughed.

Three days ago, on the afternoon of the week, after the weekly meeting, in the conference room, Principal Lin suddenly asked her and the head teacher of the two classes next door to stay, saying that there were three new students transferred from the school. Let them arrange it. It is understandable that two of the children of Chinese descendants from the United States want to return to China for education.

But the rest of the students who had been transferred directly from a small county town in the northeast that was hard to find on a map to here couldn't figure it out.