On the second day of the opening of the Qihang Network, Yang Fan did not go to class, but continued to be busy in the Qihang Network. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On Saturday, October 3rd, Yushi Middle School has its second day off. Yushi Middle School has entered the sprint stage of the college entrance examination since the beginning of the school year, and there is no holiday on the eleventh day, and it is usually only a day off every other week, which is still because the boarding students will eventually go home......

High school juniors have no human rights!

At almost six o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Hao came over and asked Yang Fan to drink.

Zheng Hao's state made Yang Fan stunned, made a phone call, and knew the general process from Lin Yao's mouth, and he didn't know what was wrong, after entering the third year of high school, he got together with a girl in the third class, and broke up yesterday, which lasted two months!

Get!

After this reminder, Yang Fan finally remembered this incident, and the 98 Zheng Hao version will never love the incident again.

Couple's barbecue......

Yang Fan helped Lin Yao bake the buns, Lin Yao waited beside him, and Zhu Haitao struggled to make skewers, looking at this scene, Zheng Hao raised his head depressedly and drank a glass of beer, "The purpose of the three of you is to eat, right?" ”

Zhu Haitao bit the meat skewer and said inarticulately, "If you really have something unpleasant, just say it." ”

Yang Fan handed the steamed bun to Lin Yao and said cheaply, "Hmm...... Everyone can also adjust their mood. ”

"Holy...... Yang Fan, drink! As he spoke, Zheng Hao poured another glass and raised his glass.

Picking up the cup, Yang Fan toasted with him, and then said, "Say it yourself, don't say love, do you really like that girl?" ”

Putting down the wine glass, Zheng Hao thought about it, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

After experiencing this incident, the two also talked about this topic in college, Yang Fan knew his psychological state too well, so he looked at Zheng Hao, "I'm afraid you don't even like it, at most it's just playful, and your discomfort is because of the depression of being broken up." ”

Again, the extra ten years of experience, the university, the society......

Yang Fan has seen countless points and combinations, and has seen countless so-called love shattered. Later, I didn't talk about love, but I could say that I liked a few of them. A lot of it is just impulsive, or curious, or lonely...... That's right, I just don't want to be alone.

Love is a fairy tale, the lucky part buried it in the era of simple love fantasy, and the unfortunate part faced reality before it had time to meet.

In person, the reverse is also true!

Yang Fan picked things apart in a few words, Zheng Hao thought about it, although he didn't understand it much, but after drinking a bottle of wine, he still died down. But no matter what, being broken up by someone will be depressed after all, Zheng Hao finally drank high, and he was fluttering on the road.

In fact, for him this time of falling out of love, it was just depressed, but not sad. As for the future, Zheng Hao can't say whether he is lucky or unlucky, he has encountered it and missed it......

In the winter of graduating from college, Zheng Hao didn't speak, he only drank sullenly with himself, and drank himself to the point of stomach bleeding.

When he was young, he loved, the girl grew up, he didn't grow up, and love seemed to slip through that gap.

After that stomach bleeding, I never heard Zheng Hao mention that relationship, and naturally no one else mentioned it. Zheng Hao is different from Yang Feng, Yang Feng is single in silence, and he has been wandering for a few years, often calling for drinking, often changing girls, and being able to speak......

Two years later, he had another drink with himself, didn't say anything, didn't have stomach bleeding, just went to the hospital and hung up two bottles of water.

Yang Fan thought at that time, maybe the girl was married.

After that, the small gathering in 08, Zheng Hao was not married, he was really drunk at that time, hugging a woman whose name Yang Fan had forgotten, on the way back, looking at the lights on the street, the chatter here has changed, there has changed, the person has changed, the heart has changed, and in the end, no one is the original!

In the end, facing the street, Zheng Hao also yelled coquettishly, "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan......"

Looking at the eyes of the neuropathy all over the street, Yang Fan looked at the woman again, she was looking at Zheng Hao with a puzzled expression, so she helped him cover up by the way, "It's so nervous when you drink high!" ”

Unfortunately, they broke up the next day.

In the end, in the past 10 years, Zheng Hao, who had been wandering for several years, finally relented, found a quiet girl to get married, had children, and lived a peaceful life, but never talked about college life anymore.

Or, those who talk about it every day forget it quickly, and those that are no longer mentioned are the most unforgettable.

Yang Fan and Lin Yao sent Zheng Hao home, Lin Yao was a little silent on the way home, and when she was about to get home, she suddenly asked, "What do you say we are?" ”

Staring at Lin Yao's eyes with anticipation, like stars in the night sky, Yang Fan thought about it, he couldn't figure out whether the two were in love now, or whether they had become entangled in family affection for more than ten or twenty years, so he touched her head, "We? Twist bar ......"

Lin Yao, "......"

What does this twist mean?

"Unless we are broken, we can't be separated...... Yang Fan explained.

After thinking about it, although it feels weird to describe it as a twist, it can be regarded as an image, and Lin Yao is not dissatisfied with this explanation.

After sending Lin Yao home, Yang Fan leaned against her door, smoking a cigarette, looking at the night sky, thinking about the next ten years, when you don't know, we are still tormented together in the oil pot!

What was her mentality in those years?

Is there a reluctance or is it a habit to deceive the senses......

October 5th, Monday, the sun was good, at half past seven in the morning, Yang Fan rode to No. 9 Middle School in a long-sleeved shirt, and before entering the classroom, he met Li Xiaoyan in an autumn school uniform, pink Li Ning sneakers, her hair was simply coiled in the back, and a bow was tied like a ribbon, which was simple and vibrant.

Seeing Yang Fan, Li Xiaoyan blocked him in the corridor and said, "I wish the teacher is angry on Saturday!" ”

"Huh?" Yang Fan pointed at himself, "Because I skipped class?" ”

"You know!" Li Xiaoyan said complainingly, "Tell me, how many classes have you missed in a month?" ”

Yang Fan thought about it, if you want to count the make-up class, it will be about ten days missing, and if you remove the holiday, it will be about ten days if you appear in the classroom. In the third year of high school, this performance is indeed exaggerated, no wonder the head teacher would be angry, if Bai Qing, who is the class leader, has nothing to do, he will take some eye medicine......

Get!

Or honestly admit your mistakes.

Yang Fan's homeroom teacher is called Zhu Ping, a round-faced middle-aged man in his early forties, who teaches mathematics and has premature aging.

During the morning self-study time, there were not many teachers in the office, Yang Fan shouted a report and walked in, looked at the head teacher who was preparing for class, and said, "Teacher Zhu, are you looking for me?" ”

Zhu Ping looked at Yang Fan coldly, and pointed to the filing cabinet next to him, "Stand there and block the way, you stand next to it first!" ”

Penalty Stand!

As soon as he saw this rhythm, Yang Fan understood, and he could only move over helplessly and stand in front of the filing cabinet.

Report ......

As soon as Yang Fan stood up, Bai Qing's figure appeared at the door of the office, still holding a stack of rolls in his hand, and glanced at Yang Fan proudly when he walked in, and then put the rolls on Zhu Ping's desk, "Teacher Zhu, the rolls are up." ”

Entering the third year of high school, the homework left by the teachers of each subject is mainly a variety of papers, but they are usually sent over after the end of self-study.

However, Yang Fan's indifferent expression made Bai Qing leave the office with some disappointment.

Throughout the morning self-study, Yang Fan was punished in the office, and naturally became the center of criticism for several teachers who came one after another, skipping class, not doing homework, distracting in class, and handing in papers in advance......

With the bell of the end of class for early self-study, Zhu Ping looked at his watch and said to Yang Fan, "Go, follow me to the political and educational office!" ”

Department of Political and Religious Affairs?

As soon as he heard this, Yang Fan had a little headache, the head teacher took the students to the political and educational office, and they were not students who thought they couldn't control it, and they were ready to give punishments?

After listening to Yang Fan's situation, before the director of the Political and Educational Office could speak, Zhu Ping asked the Political and Educational Office to give him a demerit punishment!

Hearing this, Yang Fan squinted at Zhu Ping......

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Happy Valentine's Day...... There is the happiness of a lover, and the happiness of finding someone else's lover without a lover is happy!

Hey, sad, I received more than a dozen bouquets of flowers on the morning of Valentine's Day!

In the morning, I saw the big girls in the business hall, and the little daughter-in-law kept sending me flowers, and sure enough, I was charmed and favorable...... Well, don't lie to yourself, the business hall is not allowed to be released, they are afraid that the leaders will see it, and they are all piled up in my office. The sofa, the water dispenser, and the filing cabinet are almost full, and Nima really has the rush to grow a sea of flowers.

Damn, do these women think that I am not afraid of leadership, or is the director of my Women's Federation not a leader? Well, the point is to come one later, and the code words are all disturbed!

Angry to organize the New Year's party in the business hall in the evening, there will be no New Year's red envelopes for those who ask for leave. Love or bread, choose one of the two, let them all squat in the corner and cry!