"How old are you, you're only two years older than me, and you say you're old, and you look like an aunt. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zheng Meimiao rolled her eyes widely, indicating that Bing Yu was talking too exaggerated.

"I only read a little bit of the book, I don't have time during the day, and then clean up after eating at night, and it's quite late to put the child to sleep, and I yawn while reading, and I only read a little bit every time I can't sleepy, I look at this exam, and I have to fail the course if I don't get it. Sister Yu, what should I do? "Wonderful words are pitiful.

Bingyu can understand the wonderful mood very well, when she took the assistant accountant exam that year, Nuan Yue was only two years old. I also go to work during the day, go home at night to coax my children, and then make time for study in my busy life...... It was a time of hard time. But such years make her feel that her life is full and full.

The financial management teacher walks into the classroom with a pile of materials. He wasn't tall, his chin was slightly toothy, and his hair was falling out on the top of his head near his forehead. The teeth are a little yellow, and the gap between them is large, and the bridge of the nose is also a little collapsed. Although his facial features are outrageous, he has a sharp eye, and if you accidentally look at him, he can see through your mind at a glance.

He was married, but I heard that he had divorced a few years ago, and he is currently a single aristocrat. He can indeed be called an aristocrat, not only because he regularly gets a good salary as a visiting professor at a certain college, but also because he gets far more than five figures a year for running tutoring classes outside of school.

As long as the word "Liang Caowei" is mentioned, there is almost nothing you don't know. Liang Caowei not only taught the class well, but also had a great sense of humor.

I remember the first time I took his class, one of his opening remarks almost made everyone laugh. He said: "My name is Liang Caowei, but don't get me wrong, I'm not the Hong Kong star Tony Leung." Even though we have similar names, I'm not as handsome as he is. ”

"He has always been my idol, and I have always dreamed that I would become like him, but unfortunately God will not fulfill me. People say I'm a little anxious, and I can't help it, I can't learn from other Korean stars to have plastic surgery. The appearance was given by my parents, and we can't change this, but we can improve ourselves from other aspects. ”

"At the beginning, I sat in this classroom like you and listened to the teacher's lectures, and now, I am also standing on this three-foot podium as a teacher, and my students are all over the country, and it can be called the peach and plum all over the world. I feel proud to have achieved this result today......"

This is Liang Caowei a year ago. Today, he wears a pair of black-framed glasses and a half-sleeved white shirt, looking both handsome and cultured.

He cleared his throat, and the audience fell silent. He said: "Today is our last lecture before the exam, and I hope you will listen carefully. The information I have now is the information I collected by all means a month ago, and I hope it will be useful to you, and I will ask the teaching assistant to send it to you in a while. ”

"The information is limited to one copy per person, and if it is not enough, you have to find a way to make copies yourself. This information is also internal information, and I hope you will not lend it to others. I have already explained the points to be noted in the information. The important parts are also marked. I'll answer the key questions here in a moment. ”

"As for the textbook part, I'll give you a line of key chapters, so you can go back and read it yourself." After speaking, he handed the materials in his hand to the teaching assistant. Then I opened the canvas bag I was carrying with me and took out the teaching materials......

The morning class passed in this tense and busy. Coming out of the classroom, Mei Miao saw Lin Chaofan standing under the big tree in front of the city library waiting for her from a distance, she told Bing Yu that her husband had come to pick her up, Bing Yu said, "Then you go quickly, don't forget to come to class in the afternoon." ”

watched Mei Miao step on small broken steps and fly into Lin Chaofan's arms. Bing Yu's heart suddenly felt a little jealous. "Alas," she sighed, how nice it would be if, at this time, that person could also stand here and wait for him. After thinking about it, she shook her head again: "How is it possible, how can he run to the north when he is so far away......" She despised her whimsy fiercely in her heart.

I had a quick lunch at a stall near the school, then went back to the classroom and went to class again in the dark. When the students and teachers in the classroom were gone, she dragged her tired body out of the classroom.

I ran away before the wonderful class was finished, saying that there was something wrong with the company and was in a hurry to let her go back. Bing Yu wondered, how could such an unobtrusive student pass the exam? This can only mean one thing, that is, this little girl is so smart.

Bingyu's financial management questions have been done, and the wonderful workbook is still new, but when the test results came out, Bingyu's report card was written with 57 points, and then looked at the little girl, it was actually written in black and white with 61 points. Oh my God, is there any reason in this world?!

Bing Yu read books day and night, and the final result was to pass two subjects. It's wonderful to look at it casually, and it's also passed two subjects. The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible. Bing Yu didn't dare to underestimate the wonderful, this girl Bing Xue is smart, don't look at the fact that she doesn't read much of Bing Yu's books, but her brain is definitely enough.

I didn't expect to go to Miao's house that time, just in time for Miao's mother to be there. She said: "Listen to Meimiao, you can study well, and our family will learn from you in the future." "I don't know what to say.

If the two of them are tied this year, it will depend on next year. If next year's subject is not enough, these two subjects will also be in vain. Next year, Bingyu has one financial management left, and with this year's foundation, next year's financial management will basically be in hand. And the rest of the wonderful is practice, this subject is quite difficult, Bing Yu is a little expecting that the wonderful subject will not be able to pass next year. Because she thinks that Meimiao can't learn well, and it's common sense that she can't get by.

The clouds in the sky are faint, and they appear extraordinarily light and ethereal against the background of the blue sky. The sweet voice of Yangjin Lanze came from the stereo on the street:

The love song under the mountain is this crooked river, and my heart swims in that river

Acacia under the blue sky is this crooked road, and my dreams are all in my bag

Everything is waiting for me to choose you all my life

When I meet you, my fate is my song, and I watch you be my song

Dear dear dear dear

I love you like a snowdrop in the mountains

……

A simple cycle of singles, lingering melodies spread around, like the water that overflows the lake when the rainy season comes, flowing slowly, but out of control.

Bingyu stood there and listened to it for a long time, why did this song seem so tailor-made for her. Is her encounter with him really a gift from God, and what sparks of love will they really spark across the distant time and space? She wasn't sure what would happen between the two of them in the future, maybe they met one second, and the next second...... The next second will be the end of the world forever.

Ever since the moment she met him, she had always had such worries. She looked up at the sky and thought, what is that man doing at the moment? Does he know that at this moment, under the same blue sky, in the far north, there is a person who is missing him.