After years of setbacks, Father Yang is much more mature than when he was young, more restrained, and more oily, except for the occasional drunken beating and scolding of his family, which is disgusting, in fact, he has been much more stable. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Father Yang has a very strong self-esteem and always wants to get ahead, and he also learned some business knowledge during the time he ran the sawmill.

In his previous life, Father Yang would work in the chemical fiber factory in three years, and he was very conscientious, and he also served as a workshop leader.

Bidding farewell to leaving Mr. Li's house, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun walked on the steps down the mountain.

The staircase spirals down the hill to the junior high school building, and is semi-circular, with dense shrubs on one side and mossy stone walls on the other, and the water seeps down from the hill and is somewhat damp.

Wang Yun sighed: "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be really rich, I used to see him wear a BP machine to take the big brother, and I thought he was a nouveau riche with a rich man, but now I see the decoration of his house, as well as those household appliances and furniture, it is actually better than my family's - the teacher's salary is not so high!" ”

Yang Zijian said with a smile: "Mr. Li mainly relies on stock speculation, and it is very easy for people who understand financial knowledge and dare to speculate in stocks in this era to make a fortune." Mr. Li is actually more suitable to be a boss than a teacher, and I still don't understand, why didn't he go to the sea? ”

"Down to the sea, it's impossible, right?" Wang Yun said, "My father said that although you can leave your job without pay now, the position is a radish and a pit, if you go to the sea, when you return to the unit, the position that belongs to you will be occupied by others." ”

Yang Zijian thought that Teacher Li had been using his identity as a class teacher to deal with the students' officials and parents, so he touched his chin and analyzed: "Teacher Li should suffer from gains and losses, after all, being a teacher is very stable and a comfort zone." And Mr. Li obviously doesn't have much family background, so he doesn't have much confidence in going to the sea to do business. However, he should be preparing to go to the sea, otherwise he won't be so stammering with you. ”

Wang Yun rolled his eyes and said, "He wants to slap my parents!" ”

Yang Zijian shrugged and said, "Of course." It's a pity that your family is too good, but to me it is a Himalaya. Have you watched Ordinary World? I am Sun Shaoping, the son of a farmer, and you are Tian Xiaoxia......"

Wang Yun immediately shouted: "I'm not Tian Xiaoxia, my parents are just ordinary section-level cadres." I'm not as perfect as Tian Xiaoxia, although I also want to be a journalist. Moreover, you can rest assured, my parents are my parents, I am me, I have my own feelings, I have my own pursuits. Besides, are you still Sun Shaoping, your income this month is higher than that of the teacher, Mr. Cui said that with your creative ability, even if you can't get into college, it is easy to work in enterprises and institutions! ”

Yang Zijian scratched his head and smiled: "That's right, inadvertently, I am also a well-known writer." It's just that I want to be with you in the future, and I have to work harder, think about how loving Mr. Li and Mrs. Li are, but all this must have a certain economic foundation, and I promise that I will definitely be richer than Mr. Li in the future! ”

Wang Yun glanced at Yang Zijian with a smile, and when she saw that there was no one around, she suddenly leaned over, her fragrant shoulders and Yang Zijian's shoulders were only leaning on each other, her face was flushed, and then she whispered:

"If I love you—

Never like a climbing flower,

Show off by your high branches;

If I love you-

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat the monotonous song for the shade of the ......"

Yang Zijian slowed down, listened to her soft voice to express pure feelings, and also chanted:

"I must be a kapok near you,

As the image of the tree stands with you.

roots, clinging to the ground;

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes,

We all saluted each other......"

In the second half of the song, the two looked at each other and smiled, and chanted in unison:

"We share the cold waves, the thunderstorms, the thunderbolts;

We share the mist, the stream, the haper.

As if forever separated,

But they depend on each other for life......"

The mountain road was quiet, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun finished reciting a poem "To the Oak Tree", he suddenly felt hot in his heart, and had an impulse, stretched out his palm, grabbed her little hand and held it tightly, and found that her palm was soft and boneless, but there was a stream of electricity to his body, and his limbs were numb and hot, and light as flying.

The same is true for Wang Yun, she not only intertwined her fingers with Yang Zijian, but also made her forearm skin close to Yang Zijian, the two were skin-to-skin, and their hearts depended on each other, which was wonderful.

The golden wind is blowing, and the maple leaves are falling.

"Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, there are people in Baiyunsheng. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February. Yang Zijian's words changed, and he chanted the famous ancient poem softly, his feet fluttered, thinking of the ambiguity of "sitting love", Yang Zijian even had the urge to kiss her, but thinking that she was only fourteen years old, he was worried that she would be scared to fall on her back, and then roll down the steps more than 20 meters high......

This is the school, where more than 2,000 students study, Yang Zijian and Wang Yun held hands and did not walk ten steps, they found that the figure in front of them moved, and out of a junior high school girl wearing glasses came out, she was holding a book, and she seemed to be reading under a nearby maple tree just now.

Wang Yun and Yang Zi separated immediately, waved their sleeves, went down the mountain as if nothing happened, and passed by the girl.

Back in the classroom, Yang Zijian continued to study, while Wang Yun felt that he was too full and drowsy, so he lay on the table and took a nap.

In the afternoon, I went to class, took exams, ate, studied in the evening, went back to the dormitory, and slept ...... In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

On Thursdays, there are three unit exams: English, Geography and Chinese.

Yang Zijian temporarily crammed his feet, and with the help of Zhang Jin, a scholar, he conducted the most efficient review of these subjects as early as last night. Fortunately, Zhang Jin didn't cheat him, almost all the content of the test paper can be corrected, 80 points in the English test is no problem, and more than 90 points in the Chinese test should be 9 out of 10, as for geography, this is not very important.

In the third period of the afternoon, after the Chinese test, Mr. Lin called Yang Zijian to his office and handed him a red-headed document competition notice.

"This Saturday afternoon, I went to Nanjian No. 3 Middle School to participate in the 'Love My Nanjian' essay contest sponsored by the Municipal Education Bureau. This is the highest level essay competition for middle school students in the city, divided into junior high school and high school groups. ”

Yang Zijian listened to Mr. Lin Kechun's tone and found that he didn't care much.

Teacher Lin was a little arrogant and said: "It is unfair for you to participate in this level of competition to other students, and Cui You and I don't think you need to participate." However, the head of the language group, Zhuang, insisted that you and 15 other student representatives from No. 1 Middle School participate. You should try to write as well as possible, and this time the content should be written positively, because the competition is judged by the best Chinese teachers and writers of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the city, you know? ”

Yang Zijian had already conceived a batch of campus joy works, and immediately promised: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, I will write it." ”