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At nine o'clock in the evening, Chu Nu arranged a car to send Teacher Lin Kechun and Yang Zijian back to school.

At the entrance of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, the street lamp is bright, hitting the ginkgo tree, with the night sky, the Minjiang River and the city as the back, like an excellent engraving.

"We're home." Mr. Lin sighed that this time he was dealing with the publishing contract of Yang Zijian's works, as if he had also fought a big battle, nervous and excited.

Yang Zijian smiled slightly, followed Teacher Lin's side, registered at the doorman's office, entered the school gate, walked unhurriedly through the small square, climbed the steps, and walked on the quiet and spacious Furong Road.

The street lamps on both sides are bright and clear. Although it was during the sports day, there were still many students standing under the street lamps reciting books, and the sound of reading was buzzing like bees.

The flowers and trees are sparse, the stream is murmuring, the evening breeze is blowing, and the residual flowers are on the ground, and the campus looks so peaceful and calm.

"I feel that as soon as I enter the campus, all the worldly glory is stripped away layer by layer, in the end, I am still just a student, a student who is working hard for the college entrance examination." Yang Zijian said secretly.

The teacher and student walked silently, each with a thousand thoughts and thoughts.

Mr. Lin's face was full of red and radiant, and in his heart, there was more of an expectation, a pride and infinite satisfaction. As an ideal teacher, he has always had a sense of mission to cultivate outstanding students who will benefit the country and the people, but he never imagined that his goal would be so close!

Yang Zijian imagined the cultural trend that might occur after the publication of Sanchongmen, and he thought that there would be a large number of reporters interviewing, and with his delicate appearance, he might become "Han Xiaosan's brain, Guo Xiaosi's appearance", which made him feel a little weird.

Arrived at Taoli Garden, across the garden, is the high school teaching building, the first to third floors are brightly lit, and there are people reading in every classroom.

"Teacher Lin, I'm going back to the classroom." Under the overpass, Yang Zi built the road.

"Zijian," Lin Kechun looked at Yang Zijian's clean and flawless eyes, and wanted to praise him, but because he always scolded Yang Zijian, he had already developed a habit of scolding, just like Jia Zheng in the Dream of Red Mansions to his son Jia Baoyu, when he suddenly wanted to say good things, he didn't know how to express it, and thought for a while, "Zijian, rest early, combine work and rest, what do you want to eat, come to the teacher's house, if you have any questions, ask the ......teacher more."

Yang Zijian heard that his scalp was numb, his hairs stood on end, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Teacher, it's almost time to end class for self-study now, I'm just going to get my schoolbag and go back to the dormitory to rest immediately." ”

Teacher Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded and said, "That's good." Then he strode up the steps of the bridge, crossed the bridge, and walked towards the teacher's dormitory on the eastern slope, where he soon disappeared among the inky blue holly, palm and maple trees.

Watching Teacher Lin leave, Yang Zijian felt comfortable, turned around and walked into Taoli Garden, and then jumped around the grass like a rabbit - because his previous life was about to become a kind of memory fragment, his mental age prevailed, making him more and more like a high school student.

Yang Zijian is now passionate, a fiery power is gathered in his chest, and he can't wait for the sky to roar, if his shoulder is not injured, he really wants to do a few heel fights in Taoli Yuan.

Walk through the flower beds, under a row of plum trees, out of the peach and plum garden, and then quietly walk into the classroom through the back door.

There are less than ten people in the classroom of Class 2 of the first year of high school, and the familiar friends are only Lin Yi, Zhang Yimin and Zhang Jin.

Yang Zijian was anxious to find someone to talk to, his eyes swept over everyone, Lin Yi's curly-haired little white face is a big gossip, pass, the little chubby girl Zhang Yimin is sometimes bitter and mean, and naturally passes.

Therefore, Yang Zijian came to Zhang Jin's front table and sat down, looking at her gently face to face.

Zhang Jin's face turned red, put down the exercise booklet and said, "I went to Chu Nu's house to type, why did I come back so late?" ”

Yang Zijian suppressed his excitement and said slowly: "Jin, my triple door has signed a contract with the publishing house, and it will be printed next month, and it will be sold at the Xinhua Bookstore in the city by then." ”

Zhang Jin's eyes lit up, his right leg stretched out from under the table, gently kicked Yang Zijian, and whispered excitedly: "Congratulations!" ”

Yang Zijian's face was crimson, his calves stretched out, rubbing against her calves, his eyes were affectionate, and he said gently: "Jin, the day after tomorrow and Saturday, you go back to the pond with me, go to my house, and meet my parents, okay?" ”

Zhang Jin is so smart, his face burned up like fire, red and gorgeous, a little happy, and a little nervous: "We are still young, and we still have to study......"

Yang Zijian shook his head and smiled: "It's just to go home and play, I have an impression." I would like to celebrate with you the joy of the publication of Triple Gate, along with Wang Yun and Lan Xue. However, my mom likes you the most. ”

"They're going too?" Zhang Jin was a little displeased, but after thinking about it for a while, his eyes flashed, and he nodded fiercely, "I'll go!" ”

Early the next morning, room 304 of the girls' dormitory.

The narrow leaves of the orchid on the windowsill were stained with a little bit of crystal dew.

When Wang Yun woke up, he was full of happiness, and he dreamed of Yang Zijian all night last night, dancing with him, and running with him...... Then she felt a little wet underneath, so frightened that she quickly changed into a pair of panties under the mosquito net.

It was already 5:30, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, looked in the mirror, her face was facing the sky, she was beautiful, and then she wore a light blue tracksuit and trotted to the big iron gate of the dormitory.

At this time, she saw Yang Zijian, standing in front of the iron gate, smiling, as if there was something happy.

Yang Zijian blinked and said, "Yun, my triple gate has signed a contract last night, and it will be published next month." ”

"Ahh Wang Yun screamed excitedly, pounced in front of Yang Zijian, grabbed his left arm, shook it fiercely, and said with tears in his eyes, "Great, really good, Zijian, the triple gate will definitely succeed, you will become a famous writer, I believe!" ”

Yang Zijian nodded and said, "Me too." Thank you. After a pause, he said, "Wang Yun, this weekend, can you come home with me, my hometown in Nantang, and meet my parents." ”

Wang Yun didn't think about it so much, she grinned and said very happily: "I'm happy, I like Zizhen, it's so cute, but you can't use a pot to cook pig food for dinner!" ”

Yang Zijian sighed: "My family has been lifted out of poverty and become rich, the pig house has been demolished, the pigs have been sold, and the kitchen has been replaced with brand new cooking utensils, so you can rest assured!" ”

Wang Yun said happily: "That's good." ”

Yang Zijian touched his nose and said, "Zhang Jin will also go, we will take Lan Xue's boat back to Nantang, and Lan Xue will come with us." ”

Wang Yun frowned, glared at Yang Zijian for a while, and then rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever, you can't marry a wife now anyway." ”

On Friday, the sports meeting ended, and the first in the second class of the first year of high school.

On Saturday, in the morning, Yang Zijian, Zhang Jin, Wang Yun and Lan Xue took a bus to the ferry port in Riverside Park.