Zhao Xiangjiang walked around the classroom a few times, and he always felt unsure. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing that the students at noon were nothing out of the ordinary, I said hello to the teacher on duty in the next class, asked him to take care of it with his spare time, and thanked him for leaving the school.

On the way back, Zhao Xiangjiang was thinking about Cao Ming's affairs with all his heart.

She also has a general understanding of Cao Ming's situation: a single-parent family, dependent on her mother, and her current mother is not her biological mother.

She met this stepmother at the parent-teacher meeting the year before last, and she treated Cao Ming well in her attitude, but Cao Ming's attitude towards her was extremely cold.

She later learned through private communication that since Cao Ming's biological father died, Cao Ming took the initiative to ask for boarding, and almost did not interact with his stepmother, and the living expenses and tuition fees were taken from his grandfather.

Cao Ming's grandfather is already in his sixtieth year, he doesn't have much savings, and his life is very poor, so Cao Ming can save money on food and clothing at ordinary times, and several times she found that Cao Ming brought chili sauce on the way to the canteen.

"Why don't you accept your stepmother's financial support, rebellious?"

Zhao Xiangjiang twisted her two beautiful willow eyebrows, thought about it for a long time and had no result, shook her head helplessly, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was almost at her door.

In the gap between the keys, a burst of melodious music poured out of the crack in the door.

She was surprised.

The sound of this piano is from the white Chopin that the family bought for the baby daughter Sugar Candy, and the sound quality is mellow and full, without a trace of trembling.

But who played it?

Sugar sugar?

Obviously not, of course she knows her daughter's level, and the fire is too different from what she hears now, and Sugar Candy can also play a few children's songs, two tigers or something, how can she deduce such an ethereal and lingering to Alice?

Cao Ming?

Cao Ming's frugal and shabby outfit flashed in her mind, mixed with self-esteem and inferiority, and her guess was a little shaken.

If a person's food and clothing have become a problem, how can he still have the mood and energy to learn music?

The graceful percussion sound is like a magnificent rainbow pulled out of thin air, interrupting Zhao Xiangjiang's association, and at the same time giving birth to a sense of pure appreciation and fascination for music.

"It's not good, it's not good, change one for another."

The sound of sugar candy in the room suddenly interrupted this rare auditory journey.

Zhao Xiangjiang felt a feeling of regret in his heart.

The person who played the piano forbade the sugar candy order, and after hearing the request, he neatly changed the song, which was a familiar cheerful accompaniment.

Tangtang was very satisfied with the song that was changed later, grinned, clapped his hands and sang along:"

........... I have a little donkey that never rides,

Today on a whim ride it to the market,

I had a small leather whip in my hand

I feel so proud. ”

The childish voice is sprinkled with carefree clarity.

Zhao Xiangjiang couldn't help but smile and opened the door.

"Yo~Where is this little singer from~"

The piano stopped abruptly, and Cao Ming got up with a smile.

Sugar Candy looked a little embarrassed, and squirmed and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Although he had guessed before, Zhao Xiangjiang was still very surprised when he saw that it was Cao Ming playing the piano.

"Cao Ming, the piano is good."

Cao Ming's face was impassive, and he already had words in his heart: "I learned a little bit in the interest class before, and the teacher won the award."

Zhao Xiangjiang looked at Cao Ming, who was comfortable with it, and was in a trance for a while, only feeling very strange, and always felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Zhao Xiangjiang shook his head, couldn't figure it out, his heart moved, and continued: "Although I don't play the piano, I can still hear whether I play well or not."

Cao Ming couldn't tell what Teacher Zhao meant by this, so he didn't answer, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

Seeing Cao Ming like this, Zhao Xiangjiang didn't ask any more questions and said what he thought.

"You see if this will work, Cao Ming, aren't you staying, you have a lot of spare time, you can come over to teach sugar candy when you have time."

Cao Ming knew that this Teacher Zhao was turning a corner to help him again, and his heart was grateful and warm. If he had been a child more than ten years ago, he would have resigned with a red face and twisted because of his inexplicable self-esteem.

But now the mood is different, and knowing that such kind help is not as good as obeying fate.

At the moment, he asked in a gently playful tone:

"Do you care about rice?"

This answer made Zhao Xiangjiang look relieved, and smiled, "It's full!" ”

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Tangtang's head and said, "In the future, I will follow my brother to learn the piano."

Little Lori seemed to have heard some bad news, remembering the boredom of playing the piano, and her face collapsed.

Cao Ming hurriedly put out the fire: "Teach you to play nursery rhymes."

I have been in the piano circle with Yueqing for so long, and I still have the basic ability to change the score.

This sentence successfully poked Tangtang's heart, and his face turned cloudy and clear.

After chatting for a while, Tangtang yawned lightly, and Cao Ming said goodbye with interest.

Teacher Zhao stayed for a while, and then sent Cao Ming out of the room.

Cao Ming followed the route in his memory and slowly groped for the position of his class.

303.

Gently pushing the door, I saw that most of the people in the classroom had buried their heads in their desks for the morning break, and only a few students continued to struggle with tired faces.

When they saw Cao Ming coming in, their faces were cold, and they continued to bury their heads in the sea after a glance.

There are two reasons for their attitude, one is that the pressure of going to school in No. 8 Middle School is really great, and the other is Cao Ming's own reasons.

Cao Ming in his previous life was very resistant to communication with outsiders since his father's death due to family reasons, and he was basically a marginal figure in this class.

Cao Ming met with a few classmates with indifferent expressions, shook his head, and secretly sighed that he was still too young back then, and even the most basic interpersonal communication was handled so badly.

When I returned to my seat, I found that my table mate did not take a nap, and was biting the tip of his pen and wrestling with the English test paper, with a heroic look of wind and cold.

Cao Ming sat down slowly, trying not to disturb the surrounding classmates, and when he saw that his peers were completely forgetful, he gave up the idea of setting up and slept by himself.

In his sleep, Cao Ming saw Yueqing again, and he told her a meaty joke, which provoked Yueqing to beat him up again and again.

When he wanted to hug the beautiful woman into his arms, he found that the other party suddenly dissipated like smoke.

Cao Ming woke up suddenly.

Helplessly, the flowers fell.

Turning his head, he found that the same table was reddish and tugging at the corners of his clothes.

Cao Ming adjusted his expression and smiled lightly: "Wang Yi, what's the matter?"

Wang Yi's tone was a little unnatural: "I 、、、 I want to go out."

The corner of Cao Ming's eyes swept over Wang Yi's slightly clamped leg thighs, and he immediately suddenly got up quickly.

The seats of the two of them are double rows against the south wall, and the students sitting in the aisle can only get up to let the students inside pass freely.

"Thank you~" Wang Yi's voice was like a spring breeze, microwave flooding the shore, light and thin. She lowered her head and passed through the passage where Cao Ming had gotten, and hurried to the bathroom with small steps.

This tablemate is very shy in Cao Ming's impression, and he speaks softly, even when he laughs, he habitually covers his mouth and chuckles.

After graduating from university, Cao Ming met Wang Yi once.

At that time, he was shocked, the original introvert was almost autistic, and Wang Yi, who usually had thick black-framed eyes, was reborn, an unbelievable goddess fan.

Wang Yi came back soon, still in a very low-key posture, walking with his head buried low, and no one would notice.

Cao Ming lamented in his heart, he also looked at this girl at the beginning.

Wang Yi went in and sat down, but there was always a feeling of uneasiness in her heart, today's tablemate Cao Ming was a little weird, and she always seemed to be looking at herself, but whenever she looked back, he would slowly move away as if nothing happened.

After going back and forth like this a few times, the little girl finally couldn't help it: "Cao 、、、 Cao Ming, why are you always staring at me?" ”

Cao Ming didn't evade it, and said generously: "I suddenly found out that your skin is so good, and you will definitely be a big beauty in the future." ”

Wang Yi seemed to be taken aback, her mouth opened slightly, she was stunned for a while before she remembered something, and quickly covered her mouth and buried her head on the desk with a crimson face.

Cao Ming saw a faint metallic luster in her teeth in the middle, and she seemed to understand something.

No wonder this girl has been refusing to open her mouth to speak loudly, it turns out that she has braces.

At this time, the teacher entered the classroom, and it was the original math teacher who was chubby and round.

This mathematics teacher Cao Ming is very impressed, a typical character who is defeated outside and goes to gold and jade, the lectures are simple and simple, and some ideas are far beyond the scope of mathematics in junior high school, but they will benefit students a lot.

When he was in junior high school, Cao Ming was ignorant, and when he went to university and came into contact with advanced mathematics and theoretical mechanics, he found out how prescient it was to cultivate people's mathematical literacy from the thinking.

During his sophomore year, Cao Ming once represented his college to participate in the National Modeling Competition, and the weapon that helped him finally win the championship was the rigorous logical thinking that had been slowly cultivated in junior high school.

Cao Ming listened to this class with relish, thinking of the various situations at the beginning, which made him sigh again and again.

Although I feel that the current math problems are simply idle, it is better to listen to the class in a state of mind that can be high and cloudy, accustomed to watching the wind and moon, which is not interesting.

Before I knew it, I was about to end class, and when I was about to end class, the math teacher's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Cao Ming knew that the main event was coming.

The teacher has a habit of asking a few students to answer questions at the end of class.

At this time, everyone buried their heads low and made ostrich-shaped. Only a few top students in the front row were smiling, with an expression of "Teacher, come and ask me to answer questions".

Cao Ming found that Wang Yi buried his head lower, and the crimson on his face had not even completely dissipated.

He was stunned for a moment, and thought of something: Could it be that his bold praise just now scared her?

At this time, I also woke up to the fact that my words were a common joke more than ten years later, but now it is like a flood beast.

Looking at Wang Yi's appearance, I guess I didn't listen well to this class, let alone be able to answer questions.

But the math teacher's eyes are like torches, and the more weak the person, he can often see at a glance, sweep a few times, and finally slowly fall on Wang Yi......