"Say, who came up with the idea, do you know how bad the plot is, the school is a place to teach and educate people, not for you to squander your time, and have you ever considered it for Teacher Jiang, as a teacher, let his classmates see him laugh in the future"? Unfortunately, because Han Guang and Yan Shikai played too hard, the season when the roses fell was so long, so they were caught by the old-fashioned old man who was still in the political and religious office, and even Xing Shisan, who came up from behind, was taken down together.

"You're a little too wide!" Han Guang couldn't help but retort when he heard this.

The leader of the Political and Educational Department was furious, and immediately scolded: "What do you say, if you have the ability, you should be louder, and dare to do it, but you dare not take it"?

Han Guang was also provoked to lose his temper, and was about to theorize, but Shao Guanglin took his hand, shook his head at him at the same time, and then took over the words and said: "Teacher, our thinking may not be mature enough, and the things we do may be a little rough, but everyone has the right to pursue happiness, we are adults, and we are no longer children in your eyes, does love still depend on identity and age?" I beg to differ. It's a question, when the teacher was pursuing his wife, he thought about giving her a lifetime of memories."

The leader of the Political and Educational Department was speechless when he asked, and his thoughts may have returned to that innocent era, the people of that generation were relatively conservative, even if they fell in love, they were sneaky, but the times have changed, isn't this the only regret left in his heart?

Even if you want to make up for it now, it's just that people are old, their hearts are numb, and in the dead of night, the courage that occasionally summons up in their hearts, once it is dawn, they can no longer express this thought.

Suddenly, a breeze seemed to blow outside the door, driving a fragrance into everyone's nerves. The leader just now was excited in his memory, and replied soberly: "Mr. Jiang, you came just in time, you are the party involved in this matter, I want to hear your opinion."

Jiang Lingfei was summoned by the leader with a phone call, and at this time, sharp eyes passed through the bodies of several students, and then said calmly: "It's that they planned the whole thing, no wonder, it turned out that there was an internal response, Xing Shisan, you notified them of my every move!" But I also want to know who is the protagonist of the incident."

The soft and fluffy, unangry words seemed to be a biting cold wind, which made the members of the 302 dormitory clearly realize that a well-arranged and very Lang confession was just an insignificant farce for her Jiang Lingfei, did her heart ripple in the slightest? Does her heart carry those little touches, maybe not, or is very deeply hidden.

Suddenly, they only felt that everything they had done today was a bit boring.

Cangyue Dai frowned, stared intently, and said, "Don't you even have the courage to admit it?" In this case, I can't control the others, but I decided to propose to expel Xing 13 from my class, Section Chief Yuan, didn't you let me decide? ”

Section Chief Yuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Teacher Jiang, your punishment is too heavy!" Although he usually educates some problematic students from time to time, he will not choose to be expelled at every turn, although they did a little reckless in this matter, and it also had a certain impact on Jiang Lingfei, but the students who sprouted in adolescence need guidance, even if they scold a few times, it is not impossible, what expulsion means, everyone knows very well in their hearts.

A trace of guilt rose in Wu Jiangping's heart, if Xing Shisan lost the opportunity to continue his studies because of his affairs, would he live in self-blame for the rest of his life!

Just wanted to intervene to take on his share of responsibility, but Section Chief Yuan over there suddenly woke up and said, "Xing Thirteen, you said his name is Xing Thirteen?" This is a student that the director has told him to take care of by a good student, and it is said that he is the first student who uses his identity to come to the back door by the principal Yu Youyuan.

Even if he is in elm lumps, he knows what to do at this time. After pondering for a moment, he made a decision: "This matter ends here, isn't it better for you students to focus more on studying in the future?"

Then he turned around and comforted Jiang Lingfei: "Teacher Jiang, they are still just children, and their minds may not be mature enough, as for the trouble caused to you, I apologize to you for them."

After finishing speaking, he made a color to Xing Shisan, and then scolded: "Why don't you get out of here, stay here and wait for me to invite you to dinner?"

The breeze is rippling and the willows are swaying!

The five of them were in the grove of the academy, looking at the sparkling pool surface, and let out a presumptuous laugh, but the smile was full of thick bitterness, youth indulgence, youth without regrets!

"Hahaha......" Yan Shikai laughed loudly: "It turns out that the legendary King Yuan Yan is not as cold-blooded and ruthless as everyone says, after seeing his performance today, my buddies will no longer draw circles and curse him in the future."

"Fourth, are you okay"! Compared with others, Shao Guanglin's mind is much more delicate.

Wu Jiangping shook his head and sighed faintly: "This may be the price that needs to be paid for youth growth, but I have at least tried."

Shao Guanglin nodded and said, "Then what are your plans in the future, whether to give up, or to move forward bravely and face the dripping blood, you should know that the hope is not very big."

Wu Jiangping's face was full of bitterness, and he suddenly smiled again: "No matter what the outcome is, I must at least let her know who is silently watching her in the moonlight, although there is not much hope, but I will not let myself regret it!"

Yan Shikai was made frowning by these sour words, grabbed his hair at the moment, and said: "I said that there is no grass at the end of the world, and I will introduce one to you when I go back, and now we are drinking, don't we often say that getting drunk relieves a thousand sorrows?" Maybe you will forget everything when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"That's it", Han Guang moved his mouth, two people with similar personalities, and it was surprisingly consistent to persuade people, and said: "There are so many beauties in the English department waiting for our buddies to explore, why do you want to fall in love with a flower!"

Xing Shisan interjected from time to time: "Qin Rushuang of the music department asked the brothers in our dormitory to go to the banquet in the evening, I heard that it is the birthday of the little sister of the Zheng family, the fourth child might as well go and relax, maybe there will be an accident."

In fact, he didn't even believe what he said, recalling the stars of the past, and suddenly remembered a conversation in the dormitory, that time I don't know who started it, chatting and chatting about the word mother, that time more than the thirteenth sentence suddenly lost control, because his mother was very young when she was very young, maybe she missed the torture tiger too much, and finally died of depression, he was rampant, he couldn't live forever, this is related to his living environment since he was a child, and that time, Wu Jiangping also lost control, maybe he and his experience is similar to it! One has embarked on the path of indulgence, while the other has chosen the computer and chosen to be withdrawn, but in the dead of night, will he have the same loneliness as he is?

In the flash of light, he suddenly became enlightened, why did Wu Jiangping like Jiang Lingfei, I am afraid that he felt the care of maternal love in her!

Hearing the news from Xing Thirteen, the happiest person was Han Guang, a natural optimist, as soon as he heard that the beauty party was still the famous school flower dormitory, he couldn't help cheering: "Third child, what you said is true?" But why didn't you tell us sooner, hurry up and go back to the dormitory."

"Stinky beauty, no matter how you dress up, you can't change it, it's the fate of the orangutan." Here, the only outsider is Yan Shikai from the 303 dormitory, although he also wants to participate in such a party, but he has always been free and easy, and he doesn't like to be dead-skinned.

As soon as Han Guang was told by him, he wanted to have a good discussion and let him know why the flowers were so red, but after thinking about it, he said happily: "The fox who can't eat grapes always tries to tell others how sour grapes are, in fact, he looks at his green grape trellises, bunches of purple grapes, and he will always involuntarily drool."

"You", Yan Shikai opened his mouth, and then regained his composure and said: "I don't argue with you, a barbarian, it's better to find a few friends to drink."

With that, he walked away. However, he was stopped by Wu Jiangping, who was still injured alone, and said, "Boss Yan, buddy, please go to my dormitory in a while, and want you to help me hand over a letter, is it okay?"

Yan Shikai frowned, and suddenly sighed: "Why are you doing this, okay, I'll send you back in a while, but don't fall too deep."

"She lives in room 501 of the faculty dormitory of the medical school", Xing Thirteen, who was silent on the side, said lightly, he knew that if there was no result, Wu Jiangping would always be entangled, which was a unique insistence of a withdrawn man.

Everyone quickly returned to the 302 dormitory with different moods, and at this time, Wu Jiangping took out an enveloped letter from under his pillow and solemnly handed it to Yan Shikai, and his mind seemed to return to the moment when the roses were scattered.

The deciduous roses are about to wither.

The shriveled petals lost their former brilliance and fell one after another.

A season of flowers fails, withering poignant; I poured people and buried the fragrance.

Reciting its beauty, dedication, remembering his face and fragrance.

It's just that you can't read through it, and you can't see through its inner emotions.

Dedicate yourself all your life, and silently spread incense all the time.

But once the flowers bloom, there will eventually be a season of flowers, despair, grief, and helplessness?

The single flower and the remnant leaves fall in the endless space with the wind, whirling.

The lingering fragrance faded away, and he was forgotten in that corner.