[The second shift is delivered, I slept in the afternoon, and in the morning, I ,,, the teacher to make up the class,,, Oh my God! ] 】

At 12 o'clock, the train arrived at the station, and the two guys walked down from the station. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info There are about 30 minutes to participate in Mr. Wang's funeral, at this moment, the two guys, have gone from the previous somewhat restrained state, back to the original appearance of nothing to talk about, in the end, you have been at the same table for 3 years, or let the teenager and girl, once again restore the previous relationship.

"Hehe, you can still remember what happened to Mr. Wang, well, remember that time, but many people are saying that Lao Wang has always had a very good attitude towards you, and he often reads your model essays, if I remember correctly, there was a time in junior high school, and your composition won the third prize!"

After getting out of the car, looking at the young man beside her, looking left and right, Han Xiaomei couldn't help laughing, obviously, Zhou Dashao's performance now and in the past, it can be said that he is like two people, of course, in the past 2 years, he can naturally change a lot of things.

For example, the current Han Xiaomei paper is no longer the girl who can only look up at the teenager at the same table from the side, but wants to participate in his life.

For example, today's Han Xiaomei paper, with a height of 165m, a light body and a delicate face, is an out-and-out beautiful girl paper, but unfortunately Zhou Dashao's wood did not notice these details at all.

"Sure enough, there are unforeseen circumstances! Old man Wang actually hung up like this! ”

Zhou Dashao said honestly and unceremoniously.

Back in the day......

The essay that Han Xiaomei said on the paper that made Zhou Dashao win the award was a piece of model essay that Zhou Xuan found from the Internet, combined with his actual situation, and adapted the composition, but he didn't expect to win the award, after winning the award, Zhou Dashao was not moved by the award at all, but was afraid all day long, afraid that his award certificate would be withdrawn.

However, so long has passed, and there has been no so-called retraction of the award, but this matter is still a very strange thing for Zhou Dashao.

Teacher Wang's original name was Wang Jiangang, there was a poem in junior high school, which was written by a poet named Wang Jian, and in a certain exam, a sentence appeared on the Chinese test paper, which made everyone's eyes shine, but I don't know whose poem it was: "Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house is the autumn thought!" ”

So, a little brother who rushed to write with a pen picked up his pen and wrote: "The author of this poem is named: Wang Jiangang!" ”

As a result, he was naturally beaten by Old Man Wang, and after that, he entered the office full of various bureaucratic meanings, tasted the taste of iron plate barbecue, and never dared to talk nonsense again.

At that time, it was also a prime time in junior high school, the second year of junior high school. A critical time that can almost decide most students, in the future, high school, just like the second year of high school for high school students, is a critical moment that can basically determine how the university is, in order to improve his personal income as much as possible, Old Man Wang thought of making up classes.

Of course, making up classes is definitely not a strange thing for a student, but the same thing happened to Old Man Wang, which is not strange enough to describe, he requires all the students in the class to participate in the cram school where he is, if anyone does not go, the result, you know.

So, for a whole summer vacation, he was ruthlessly occupied by Old Man Wang, and Zhou Xuan was filled with righteous indignation in his heart, and posted on the Internet to denounce this immoral behavior.

"When I became an adult, I once met a junior high school classmate who was a kid in my next class and was in the same class as me at the time.

Unlike our class, he never goes to cram school, and of course, because of this, his usual grades are often low and scary, because the teachers in their class also run cram schools.

In their class, he was the only one who did not attend cram school.

Throughout junior high school, the person I envied the most was not the kind of student who could get to the top of the grade in every exam, but him.

When we were running around cram school and home during the winter and summer vacations, he was playing freely.

While we were finishing the cram school assignments assigned by the teacher day and night, he was starting a business in pickling girls.

Two years later, at a party when I was in high school, I met him again.

Compared with junior high school, he judged two people.

He told me that he didn't read anymore.

I was very strange: he was the only child in our school who did not attend cram school, did not go to high school, probably because his grades were too poor. There is no high school at all willing to take him.

He told me that he was now in business and that he had become a millionaire.

He told me that back then, his parents saved the money he went to cram school, started a business, and earned hundreds of thousands.

After graduating from junior high school, he used these hundreds of thousands of dollars as capital to make a big business.

He told me he was going to get married. His wife is a well-known school girl of a prestigious university.

He told me that when the old man Wang hung up, I must tell him.

He told me that if it weren't for the beating of Old Man Wang, he wouldn't be where he is now.

Because, he is the one back then, who wrote Wang Jian as Wang Jiangang's comrade! ”

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"Brother Zhou, something seems to be a little wrong!"

But at this moment, Han Xiaomei, who was beside her, suddenly patted Zhou Dashao, and then motioned him to look at a place outside the East Railway Station.

"What's going on!?"

He lowered his voice and whispered to the sister paper beside him.

Outside the train station, under normal circumstances, there are many wandering artists performing here, hoping to get the attention of some music lovers, at this moment, the same is the case, a melodious song, slowly sung from the mouth of the wandering artist, the guitar is accompanied by a low and hoarse, making people feel like crying.

Immediately, Zhou Dashao followed Han Xiaomei's guidance and saw a person with dull eyes, a calm face, and no waves at all, not at all like a girl in the flower season, she had a guitar at her feet.

This guitar was obviously thrown at her feet because all 6 strings had been broken.

What's wrong with her?

Something seems wrong, right? Zhou Dashao's heart moved, and he winked at Han Xiaomei beside him, and motioned to the two guys, but the corners of his clothes were held by Han Xiaomei's paper, obviously, hoping that this boy, who had always been unreliable, could be reliable once this time.

"Alright! Sister Han, this time you owe your brother a favor, well, remember to compensate! ”

Zhou Dashao chuckled, and then walked over slowly, negotiated with a wandering singer, and then took the guitar from his hand, and his eyes showed a touch of profundity.